Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The live broadcast gradually attracted more and more survivors. Through the perspective of Aslan and his group, they watched the various states of life among the people in the ruins outside the original Jerusalem.

Although the rivers had been diverted or had even nearly dried up due to the large-scale destruction of vegetation from years of war, at least in the ruined cities, clean water could still be drawn from wells, barely sustaining everyone's lives. As for food, in the cities that hadn't been completely destroyed, soil suitable for planting could still be found in the ruins.

From the current look of things, life in these ruined cities seemed much easier than life in the ruins of Jerusalem just outside the Holy City.

Perhaps these people could never have imagined that once they were defined as targets of the resistance, the light of the Holy Spear would raze this place to the ground. In the end, besides that City of Radiance, this land would be left with nothing but barren earth, one giant crater after another, and the raging, unquenchable flames of ruin. Perhaps the reason the citizens in the original story resisted was because some news and rumors about the Holy Selection had leaked out.

As the sun gradually slanted west, dyeing the sky orange, the crowd preparing for the selection began to gather towards the city gate. Many elders were still comforting their children, saying that everything would be alright once they entered this City of Radiance. Besides apprehension, the faces of everyone also radiated a sense of joy. There was no sadness, no fear. The dense crowd was like people heading to a happy rendezvous.

Arash pulled at the cloak he wore to shield himself from the wind and sand. Of course, the more important function of the cloak was to conceal their appearance and make them less conspicuous. After all, among this crowd of refugees, the appearance of Aslan's group did not look like people who were living hard lives. There was nothing to be done about it; Servants were summoned at their peak. Unless it was a bug, a Heroic Spirit was rarely summoned at a different age.

"This is just too cruel. To give people so much hope, only to shatter it completely in the end. Even granting death in final tranquility would be better, but instead, it comes after everything is broken..."

It was a feeling devoid of mercy. Even if these people couldn't survive in the end, dying in peace was far better than dying in despair. Thinking back to the Seventh Singularity, even knowing that Uruk would fall, Gilgamesh still told his people everything and let them choose for themselves. Looking at it this way, this Lion King, who had already been divinized, truly lacked the capacity of a king. That made sense. Influenced by the Holy Spear and having already begun her divinization, the Lion King naturally viewed everything from a god's perspective. In the eyes of a goddess, humanity was just that. That's why she thought of preserving the human species, even if it was like a specimen.

At this moment, the residents of other cities who had been drawn to the screens also began to marvel at the magnificence of this Holy City. Look at those tall city walls, completely different from the walls of the towns they lived in. Surely no one could destroy such high, sturdy, and flawless walls, right? Some children even exclaimed that when they were able to travel long distances, they must go to this Holy City. The people living there must be very happy, with endless bread to eat and even wine to drink. No matter how the outside world changed, this Holy City would surely remain so.

A golden-haired knight in pristine white armor, wearing a black cloak, surrounded by other Purge Knights, walked out step-by-step from the gate of the Holy City. Although they were far away, Gareth recognized who it was at a glance. It was her brother—the Sun Knight, Gawain.

Was it finally time to face the person she least wanted to see?

"Gareth, are you alright? If you really don't want to face him, you can support us from the rear later."

Gareth took a deep breath, clutching the cloak she wore. Although she really didn't want to fight her brother, she no longer wanted to watch these residents fall, one after another, in front of her. As his sister, when her brother did something wrong, she should be the one to charge forward and knock him to his senses, shouldn't she?

"No... I can do this. Please, let me fight!"

Arash patted Gareth's shoulder. He had never personally experienced a battle between siblings, so he wouldn't casually offer his opinion. All he could do was tell his comrade-in-arms that no matter what, he would stand by her side.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Arash... you really are reliable, like a big brother."

Gareth relaxed her body, a slight smile gracing her lips. When she looked at her brother Gawain again, her eyes had become firm.

The surrounding crowd had already begun to stir. Many people started walking towards Gawain's direction.

"Sir Knight! Sir Knight, please look at me! Sir Knight, I beg you! Can we pass the selection?"

Looking at the agitated crowd, Gawain still maintained the appearance of a perfect gentleman, a gentle smile on his face. He had already done the same thing many times. Even if his conscience was condemned, he could still strike the fatal blow with a smile on his face. The pity in his eyes at this moment was genuine, however. How could one not pity those who were about to die? At least he still had a heart. Unlike Tristan, whose heart had become completely cold due to the "Reversal" gift.

"Everyone, please do not worry. Even if you don't stand so close, the selection will still fall upon you. So it is the same no matter where you stand. Please be quiet. Those who are chosen will have a bright future, and those who are not will also receive tranquility. I guarantee this on my honor as a Knight of the Round Table."

Perhaps because of Gawain's exceedingly gentle temperament, the entire crowd began to quiet down, silently praying that they could pass the selection.

After seeing the crowd quiet down, Gawain lifted his head and fixed his gaze on the City of Radiance, Camelot. "Oh King, the people for this Holy Selection have been assembled. Please cast your gaze upon them and choose those who may enter the Holy City."

Everyone present lifted their heads, their eyes full of hope. Even all the people watching this on the screens couldn't help but show expressions of anticipation, as if these people passing the selection was the same as them passing it themselves.