The Nameless Heroic Spirit stepped forward, plucked the rose, and offered it to the girl. "Lily, the age of the gods has passed. This is now the age of humanity!"
"As the King of Britain, you should bear witness to the rise and fall of mankind!"
Blood gushed from the dragon's head.
A magnificent rose grew from its blood, and the Nameless Heroic Spirit plucked it and handed it to the girl.
The once-powerful and invincible embodiment of Britain had become nothing more than a backdrop for the young man and girl.
The entire scene seemed to freeze completely, carving itself deep into the DNA of countless viewers, never to be forgotten!
The stunning girl's Shirou's Saber trembled slightly as she reached out and accepted the vivid rose.
Then.
The perfect Knight King reached out and helped up the kneeling knight, a faint blush appearing on her face. "So, Nameless, are you willing to keep witnessing it all with me?"
"Of course."
The Nameless Heroic Spirit agreed with a smile.
The knights nearby were all staring blankly, their eyes wide.
Especially Knight of the Sun Gawain, who even rubbed his eyes, looking as if the sky had collapsed.
Outside the scene, countless comments had already erupted—
[This is so damn satisfying! He really killed the dragon!!!]
[You thought you could destroy humanity with that? You were dead five minutes after appearing! Even Golza lived longer than you!]
[This is so romantic! It's the perfect fairy tale of a knight and princess!]
[Shipping them! Joan? Who's that? Never heard of her!]
[Hahaha, Gawain's expression is killing me! He definitely thinks King Arthur and Nameless are two men going at each other!]
[Shit, if the top beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked too. I suspect Britain was infected by these two!]
"A knight cutting off an Evil Dragon's head and plucking the red rose nurtured in its blood to give to a girl—this is clearly something done by Saint George, the dragon-slaying hero from Christian mythology!"
Luo Ya could not help cupping her cheeks with both hands.
Heroic Spirits originated from mythology and history.
"If you put this much effort into studying, you would have made enough money to spend on gacha long ago!"
Wei Gong could not help rolling his eyes.
The brat was clearly a child prodigy, yet she insisted on applying her talents to playing games and following Heroic Spirits.
When it came to studying, she only worked a little harder to scrape by whenever exams were approaching.
And despite that, she still managed to rank first in the entire school every time. It was simply outrageous!
"Hmph, I'm still a child! Are you trying to employ child labor?"
Luo Ya replied with righteous indignation.
At that moment.
Ilya suddenly cried out, "The dragon! The dragon isn't dead yet!"
"It survived even after having its head cut off?"
Luo Ya was startled as well.
Wei Gong, sitting across from her, looked distant as he recalled something that had happened in the past...
In the video.
The King of Lowly, Vortigern, had clearly had his head cut off, yet he still issued the most vicious curse:
"Arthur, I curse you! I curse you to be betrayed by those closest to you! I curse your kingdom to perish! I curse you to lose everything you hold dear!"
This curse clearly consumed its source power. It was determined to curse her even at the cost of its soul and life.
After unleashing that vicious curse, the enormous dragon's body abruptly dissipated.
Even the glittering Enkidu wrapped around its body vanished along with its bound target.
Uruk.
The king sitting on the throne propped his chin on his right hand and stared at the glittering chains on the enormous screen before him.
"You can even replicate a counterfeit Enkidu... Just who are you?"
The King of Heroes murmured softly.
Why could this mysterious Nameless Heroic Spirit replicate a counterfeit of this Noble Phantasm?
To replicate a counterfeit, one had to see it with one's own eyes and completely analyze it first.
A divine-made weapon like Enkidu was basically impossible to replicate.
To replicate it, one would also need to touch it personally and study and analyze it for a long time.
Yet in his memories, there was no trace of ever knowing this person.
"Just who tampered with this king's memories?"
The Oldest King, who was nearly omniscient and omnipotent, found the situation impossible to explain.
Could it be that the two of them had once been friends, only to suffer some change that even he could not resist?
The King of Heroes chuckled. "Heh heh, what an interesting fellow. What a pity. This king doesn't need a second friend. Throughout all of history, my only friend has ever been that one person!"
The Age of Heroes descended.
He crossed six thousand years of time and arrived in the twenty-first century, continuing to rule Uruk.
Unfortunately, this ancient yet newly reborn kingdom had only one Heroic Spirit.
His only friend, and the high priest who had always stood at his side—
They were all gone!
The King of Heroes sat alone on his throne, quietly watching the video...
The scene shifted.
The radiant and imposing Knight of the Sun, Gawain, once again received a secret message from his mother—
[Why didn't you use Vortigern, the King of Lowly, to kill King Arthur?]
"That would violate my Knight's Code!"
Gawain answered without hesitation. "I was born human, and I'm sorry for that. Not joining forces to kill the White Dragon is already the greatest concession I can make!"
[Don't disappoint me, child. Act soon!]
The message from his mother ended.
Though the Knight of the Sun was clearly bathing in warm sunlight, he felt as though he were standing in darkness. He sighed. "Mother really is becoming harder and harder to understand."
Morgan le Fay, King Arthur's elder sister—and his mother.
She was also someone who yearned for the throne of Britain.
That desire had grown stronger and stronger with the passage of time.
And he was the one his mother had ordered to defeat King Arthur and seize the throne.
What Morgan had not expected was that the child she had painstakingly raised had already been captivated by King Arthur's charisma, becoming a fiercely loyal fan of the king!
At dinner.
King Arthur sighed softly. "Gawain, the potatoes you made are truly awful!"
"But you eat a lot of them every time, Your Majesty!" Gawain said indignantly.
"That's because Nameless isn't here, and there's nothing else to eat!"
The king sighed again.
Afterward.
Nameless appeared once more, carrying all sorts of delicious food. He smiled and asked, "Gawain, would you like some?"
"Heh, I, Gawain, would rather starve to death, die outside, or jump from here than eat a single thing of yours!"
The Knight of the Sun answered without hesitation.
The feast began.
King Arthur wolfed down the delicious food.
The other knights cheered one after another.
Only Gawain sat alone to one side.
Under these circumstances, he held out for a very long time, but ultimately failed to endure until the end.
Then.
He quietly picked up a skewer of grilled meat sprinkled with cumin and chili peppers and took a huge bite.
A smile involuntarily spread across the radiant and imposing Knight of the Sun's face.
"It's delicious!"
The Knight of the Sun had completely fallen!
At that moment,
a woman dressed in purple gauze quietly appeared in the distance.
She had an incomparably graceful figure, full and without a trace of excess flesh. Her nearly transparent purple veil revealed a hazy, seductive allure.
It was none other than Britain's Bewitching Demoness—
Morgan le Fay!
She gazed at the knights and the Knight King in the distance and revealed a mocking smile. "My dear sister, why should you be the only one allowed to enjoy happiness?"
Britain had originally belonged to her, yet the other woman had forcibly taken it away.
This time, she would reclaim everything she had lost—and seize that man as well!
Inside the Prime Minister's Residence.
The dignified Knight of the Sun, Gawain, had completely surrendered to the delicious food prepared by Nameless.
After seeing this, Mordred could not help bursting into laughter. "Gawain, I never thought you were this kind of person! You're killing me!"
"Stop laughing. You'll be crying soon!"
The usually radiant and imposing Knight of the Sun raised his head toward the sky.
At that moment, he finally understood what "Public Execution" meant!
It was being exposed in front of countless people around the world, with everything he had done earlier played back in full.
Yes, he remembered it too.
The video was like a key, completely unlocking the memories that had been sealed away for so long.
He looked at Mordred with deep sympathy—
This brat had actually dared to laugh at him. Soon, he would make sure she could not cry even if she wanted to!
"Tch, why would I cry? It's only a movie that was filmed!"
Mordred crossed her legs disdainfully, looking utterly confident.
She stared at the witch who had appeared in the video and asked in surprise, "Huh? What is Mother Morgan planning to do?"
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