I Created the Holy Grail War, Shocking the World Chapter 33

No...

It wasn't just the tourists on Greenland, but all of them, hundreds of thousands of people, were stunned!

Above the castle, the beautiful cluster of light continuously transformed, creating an incredibly realistic "mirage." It was as if it was pulling people's memories back to ancient times, to the glorious beginning of ancient Britain.

Within the lifelike illusion, a golden wheat field appeared.

In the middle of the wheat stalks, an ancient stone pedestal stood, with a sword embedded in it, its hilt adorned with gold.

As a gentle breeze blew, it exuded a distinguished and noble kingly aura.

It was as if a captivating voice was whispering.

"—Whoever pulls this sword shall be the King of Britain!"

The people were startled, but then their eyes fixed on the sword with fervent intensity.

There was no doubt about it, this was the scene of King Arthur pulling the Sword of Selection!

But confusion soon followed.

Where was King Arthur?

Where was King Arthur?

Suddenly.

A humble, gentle, yet magnetic voice emerged.

["You should reconsider before picking up that sword."]

The tourists were somewhat astonished, and the scene shifted to the source of the mysterious male voice.

The newcomer was a handsome man dressed in a white cloak, with a dashing smile and cascading silver hair. He was like a gentle breeze blowing across a meadow, making people instinctively let down their guard in his presence.

However, he seemed to lack a sense of urgency and responsibility, sometimes making him appear like a suspicious con artist.

Who was this?

What was his connection to Great Britain?

The people's minds were filled with confusion.

Soon, following the mysterious man's advice, the illusion underwent a new change.

[In ancient times, before the stone pedestal where the sword was embedded, a golden-haired girl suddenly walked forward.]

[She let out a sigh of relief and stood beside the silver-haired man, whose presence was as brilliant as flying flowers.]

["Merlin, this is the first time I've seen you outside of a dream..."]

It was him?!

Many of the British people were shocked. The moment they heard the name, everything became clear.

He was the great magician from the legends of King Arthur, the king's guide.

He was also Arthur's trusted aide and close friend.

—Archmage Merlin!

Wait, if that's the case, then this ditzy girl must be the legendary King Arthur!

Everyone's jaws dropped.

Although they knew from the PV of the Observer Network that the King Arthur of this parallel world was a girl, the common sense they had been taught since childhood made it difficult to believe...

Experiencing it firsthand now made it even more incredible!

Now, they were filled with doubt and their firm beliefs began to waver.

Within the illusion, Merlin's laughter drifted again.

["I'm only saying this for your own good, you should just give up~."]

The mixed-blood nightmare's lips moved slightly, and the deep shadows couldn't hide his mischievous smile.

He then elaborated, as if to threaten or perhaps to advise.

["If you pull that sword, you will cease to be human."]

["Not only that, but if you hold it, you will be hated by countless people and meet a tragic death..."]

As soon as he finished speaking...

The mixed-blood nightmare's lips curled upwards. He waved his staff and, with his profound magical attainments, intercepted the "future" that he had observed.

He implanted it into Artoria's mind with an immersive visual, causing the girl's pupils to contract sharply.

Battles, one after another, Seemingly endless, brutal wars...

A raging sea of fire consumed the entire glorious dynasty, signaling the end of an era.

When prosperity faded, she would face the most brutal betrayal, the loyal Knights of the Round Table would crumble, and countless brave soldiers under her command would lie dead in the wilderness.

No one would not be afraid of this...

After pulling the Sword of Selection from the stone, she would no longer be associated with the word "girl." The love, marriage, and happiness that the world yearned for would become like a "poisonous" great tomb to her, filled with desolate barrenness.

However...

"Many people are smiling, and I believe that must be right."

Her powerful voice drifted out of the illusion, her fair hand gripping the hilt of the Sword of Selection.

"Clang!"

With a crisp scraping sound.

The sword was raised high, flashing an incredibly dazzling light in the sun!

In the long night of blood and iron, a maiden used herself as a torch, shining with her own will in this desperate era.

...Who knew of that noble oath?

Silence.

An immense silence.

Everyone was silently and profoundly shaken.

"Is that... King Arthur...?"

Shiina Mashiro breathed carefully, gazing at the noble scene, a flicker of life returning to her dazed eyes as she tightened her grip on her paintbrush.

Within that incredibly beautiful, shining light of humanity, the doll-like soul also ignited a flame of longing.

The illusion gradually dissipated, revealing a magnificent, epic, and vast scene!

Narrating the legendary story and monumental achievements of King Arthur's life throughout the ages!

There were scenes of the Knights of the Round Table seated around the Round Table, discussing matters in the 'White-Walled City' of Camelot, and scenes of King Arthur completing the Twelve Battles, raising the holy sword, and repelling the Saxon invasion...

Without exception, all recorded King Arthur's great deeds!

Finally, it converged into a scene where the thirteen Knights of the Round Table solemnly guarded King Arthur's back.

Symbolizing humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul.

The unease and anxiety deeply entrenched in their hearts were gently wiped away by this radiance.

This light was the crystallization of all knights' ideals!

"Arthur!! Arthur!!"

Countless souls buried in this ancient land cried out passionately in the void.

"Arthur!! Arthur!!"

Many Englishmen shouted excitedly, a sense of pride and elation surging within them, a recognition of their Irish bloodline.

King Arthur was not crowned King of Knights simply because she was a knight and a king.

She was called King of Knights because she was worthy of all the knights of Britain's following and respect!!

"Draw it... I absolutely have to draw it..."

Shiina Mashiro's hand holding the paintbrush trembled slightly, but her voice was more resolute than ever.

Beside her, her grandfather watched his granddaughter with a look of relief.

Mashiro...

She's finally taking this crucial step.

Near the two, countless excitedly shouting tourists were taking photos with a click-click sound.

They never expected that an ordinary trip would allow them to personally witness this noble miracle!

It was an unbelievable bargain!!

However.

One tourist looked at the photo in his camera with confusion.

It was taken by him in the final moments before the Merlin illusion dissipated.

He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but he felt that Merlin in the photo wasn't looking at King Arthur at the end, but was gazing leisurely at later generations and the hundreds of thousands of tourists in Glastonbury with a hint of mischievous amusement.

The thought of this possibility sent a shiver down the man's spine.

But his curiosity made him keep the photo and repost it on his Twitter.

After that.

"Rumble...!!"

All the illusions vanished. The pale white light above Glastonbury transformed into a pillar of light reaching the heavens, instantly flowing into the Sky Screen beyond the atmosphere.

Subsequently, Fate/staynight also ushered in a crucial plot point!

The Sky Screen flowed, as if becoming more real and more impactful.

[Under the moonlight, inside the warehouse of Hohzuki Academy.]

[The purple-haired girl raised her bare hand high, throwing out the last chain with all her might.]

[The sharp sword tip, flashing with cold light, was as venomous as a cobra.]

[On the ground, Shimo Yukino gritted her teeth helplessly.]

[It's all over...]

[Medusa breathed a sigh of relief, but after sensing the dazzling divine light before her, her expression suddenly turned horrified. That ancient divine aura was absolutely genuine, and the sword light surged towards her like an untamed river!]

["It's the 7th Servant?!"]

[The sharp sword light was as fast as lightning, tearing through the air, and the fierce wind roared.]

[Caught off guard, Medusa instinctively raised her chained Noble Phantasm to block.]

["Clang!!"]

[Accompanied by a crisp friction sound, countless sparks instantly erupted.]

[The dignified Rider, after a muffled groan, was directly blasted away.]

[In the center of the Heroic Spirit summoning circle.]

[A female knight with flowing golden hair appeared.]

[Her face was beautiful, her skin as white as snow, exuding an elegant demeanor. A characteristic ahoge stood proudly on her head, and she wore armor covering a blue dress. Under the moonlight, she was like a beautiful Valkyrie.]

[Immediately, she turned around, her emerald green eyes filled with a sense of justice, and looked directly at the girl, asking solemnly, "I have answered your summon. May I ask, are you my Master?"]

["Huh...?"]

[Shimo Yukino blinked in confusion, her eyes filled with pure foolishness.]

[The King of Britain from Celtic mythology makes her appearance here!]

Excited, incredibly excited!

Countless people around the world subconsciously held their breath, afraid to disturb the most beautiful moment.

"She's simply breathtakingly beautiful."