Age of Heroes, I Was Exposed by Alaya

The Nameless Heroic Spirit stepped forward, plucked the rose, and offered it to the maiden. "Lily, the age of gods has passed. Now is the age of humans!"

"As the King of Britain, you should bear witness to the rise and fall of mankind!"

The giant dragon's head spewed blood.

A brilliant rose grew from its blood, was plucked by the Nameless Heroic Spirit, and handed to the maiden.

The once invincible embodiment of Britain thus became a mere backdrop for the young man and maiden.

The entire scene seemed to freeze, deeply etched into the DNA of countless viewers, never to be forgotten!

The maiden with peerless beauty, the ahoge on her head trembling slightly, reached out and took the vibrant rose.

Then.

This perfect Knight King reached out and helped up the knight who was kneeling on one knee, a faint blush appearing on her face. "So, Nameless, will you witness it all with me?"

"Of course."

The Nameless Heroic Spirit smiled and agreed.

A group of knights beside them stared blankly, their eyes wide.

Especially the Knight of the Sun, Gawain, who rubbed his eyes as if the sky were falling.

Beyond the screen, countless comments were already boiling—

[So satisfying, they actually slayed a dragon!!!]

[You wanted to destroy humanity? You died five minutes after appearing. Even Golza lived longer than you!]

[So romantic, it's a perfect knight and princess fairytale!]

[Shipping them! Joan? Who's that? Never heard of her!]

[Hahaha, Gawain's expression is hilarious. He definitely thinks King Arthur and Nameless are a gay couple!]

[Damn, the top is crooked, so the bottom is crooked. I suspect England got infected by these two!]

"A knight cutting off the head of an evil dragon and picking a rose born from its blood to give to a maiden—this is exactly what Saint George, the dragon-slayer hero from Christian mythology, did!"

Luo Ya couldn't help but cup her cheeks with both hands.

Heroic Spirits, derived from myths and history.

"If you put this much effort into your studies, you'd be earning money and buying gacha pulls by now!"

Wei Gong couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This brat, despite being a child prodigy, insisted on wasting his talents on games and chasing after Heroic Spirits.

Academically, he only studied a little more right before exams to get by.

And yet, he still managed to get first place in the entire school every time. It was outrageous!

"Hmph, I'm still a child. Are you trying to hire child labor?"

Luo Ya retorted indignantly.

Just then.

Ilya suddenly exclaimed, "The dragon! The dragon isn't dead!"

"It's still alive after its head was cut off?"

Luo Ya was equally startled.

Wei Gong, sitting opposite them, looked thoughtful, recalling past events...

In the video.

Vortigern, the King of Lowly, despite having his head severed, still uttered his most vicious curse:

"Arthur, I curse you! I curse you to be betrayed by those closest to you, I curse your kingdom to surely perish, I curse you to lose everything you hold dear!"

This curse clearly consumed its origin power, pouring its soul and life into cursing its opponent.

After the malicious curse, the dragon's colossal body suddenly dissipated.

Along with it, the golden Enkidu that was wrapped around it also vanished as its bound target disappeared.

Uruk.

The King, seated on his throne, propped his chin with his right hand, gazing at the massive screen displaying the golden chains before him.

"To be able to replicate a fake Enkidu... Who exactly are you?"

The King of Heroes murmured softly.

Why could this mysterious Nameless Heroic Spirit replicate a fake of this Noble Phantasm?

To replicate a fake, one must see it with their own eyes and analyze it completely.

Divine constructs like Enkidu are virtually impossible to replicate.

Even to copy it would require touching it personally and studying it for an extended period.

However, in his memory, there was no recollection of ever knowing such a person.

"Who on earth tampered with my memories?"

The King of Heroes, ancient and omniscient, found this situation inexplicable.

Could it be that the two of them were once friends, but something happened that even he couldn't resist?

The King of Heroes chuckled, "Heh, an interesting fellow. Unfortunately, I don't need a second friend. There's only ever been one person I call my friend, throughout all of time!"

The Age of Heroes had arrived.

He crossed six thousand years of time, arriving in the 21st century, continuing to reign over Uruk.

Unfortunately, in this ancient yet brand-new kingdom, he was the only Heroic Spirit.

His only friend, and the priest-general who always stood by his side—

They were nowhere to be found!

The King of Heroes sat alone on his throne, quietly watching videos.

The scene shifted.

Gawain, the radiant and mighty Knight of the Sun, once again received a secret message from his mother—

[Why didn't you use Vortigern, the King of Lowly, to slay King Arthur?]

"That would violate my Knight's Code!"

Gawain answered without hesitation, "Born as a human, I am sorry. Not joining forces to slay the White Dragon was already the greatest concession I could make!"

[Don't disappoint me, child. Act sooner!]

His mother's message ended.

Though bathed in warm sunlight, the Knight of the Sun felt as if he were in darkness. He sighed, "Mother is becoming increasingly difficult to understand."

Morgan le Fay, King Arthur's sister, and thus his mother.

A woman who also craved the throne of Britain.

This craving grew stronger with the passage of time.

He was the one his mother had tasked with defeating King Arthur and seizing the throne.

But to Morgan's surprise, this child she had painstakingly nurtured had already been captivated by King Arthur's charisma and had become a loyal fan!

During dinner.

King Arthur sighed softly, "Gawain, the potatoes you make are truly terrible!"

"But, Your Majesty, you always eat so much!" Gawain said indignantly.

"It's because Nameless isn't here, and there's really nothing else to eat!"

The King sighed again.

Then.

Nameless appeared once more, bringing various delicious foods, and asked with a smile, "Gawain, do you want some?"

"Heh, I, Gawain, would rather starve to death, jump off this building, than eat a single bite of your food!"

The Knight of the Sun replied without hesitation.

The feast began.

King Arthur devoured the delicious meal with great gusto.

The other knights cheered with joy.

Only Gawain sat alone on the side.

Under these circumstances, he endured for a very, very long time, but still couldn't hold out until the end.

Then.

He quietly picked up a skewer of grilled meat sprinkled with cumin and chili, and took a large bite.

A smile involuntarily appeared on the radiant and mighty Knight of the Sun's face:

"So fragrant!"

The Knight of the Sun had completely fallen!

At this moment, A woman in a purple, flowing veil quietly appeared in the distance.

She possessed an incredibly alluring figure, full yet without an ounce of excess fat. Her nearly transparent purple veil revealed a tantalizing, semi-visible allure.

It was the enchantress of Britain—

Morgan le Fay!

She gazed at the knights and the Knight King in the distance, a mocking smile on her face, "My dear sister, why should only you enjoy happiness?"

Britain originally belonged to her, but it had been forcefully taken away by the other party.

This time, she would reclaim everything she had lost, and she would snatch that man away too!

In the Prime Minister's residence.

The magnificent Knight of the Sun, Gawain, was completely subdued by the delicacies prepared by Nameless.

Upon seeing this, Mordred couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Gawain, I never expected you to be this kind of person. This is hilarious!"

"Stop laughing. You'll be crying soon enough!"

The usually radiant and majestic Knight of the Sun tilted his head back and looked at the sky.

At this moment, he finally understood what "public execution" meant!

It was replaying all his previous actions in front of countless people from all over the world.

Yes, he remembered now.

The video was like a key, completely unlocking his long-sealed memories.

He looked at Mordred with pity—

This brat actually dared to mock him. He would definitely make sure she couldn't even cry later!

"Tch, why would I cry? It's just a movie!"

Mordred crossed her legs dismissively, looking completely confident.

She stared at the witch appearing in the video, a little surprised. "Huh? What is Mother Morgan preparing to do?"