Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

A beam of light descended from the sky, enveloping a single child.

Gawain's expression changed, but he quickly returned to normal, his tone somewhat emotional. "Only one person this time? Oh King, please receive them into the Holy City."

The light carried the child towards Camelot. A middle-aged man next to the child had a drastic change in expression. "How can this be? How could I not have been chosen?! I was once the mayor who managed a city!! Why not choose me?" The middle-aged man reached for the chosen child, seemingly wanting to take their place in the light's embrace.

Upon seeing this scene, Gawain shook his head, the compassion on his face vanishing. As expected, such a scene had occurred again. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to quote Sir Tristan's words: how truly saddening. Since that was the case, there was no need for more words. It was time for the post-selection cleanup.

"Where I stand, there is no night! Oh sun, shed your brilliance upon this place! To all of you who were not chosen, I now, in the name of the Sun Knight Gawain, grant you eternal tranquility!"

A beam of light shone down on Gawain's location. To describe it as light wasn't quite right; rather, the area at the city gate had turned back into daytime. This was the "Gift of the Nightless." No matter the time, where Gawain stood was a place bathed in sunlight. At the same time, Gawain raised the holy sword in his hand and threw it high into the air.

The surrounding Purge Knights also raised their weapons. At this point, anyone with a functioning brain realized something was wrong. The knight before them had clearly become less gentle, replaced by a thick, murderous intent.

"Now! Melusine!"

An incredibly familiar voice, one that Gawain would never forget in his entire life, suddenly rang out.

Before the radiant sun sword could fall, a figure leaped out from the crowd and kicked the sun sword directly. The sheer physical strength of the figure allowed them to ignore the blazing flames of the holy sword. The "sun" was sent flying backward, crashing into the walls of Camelot.

Before Gawain could even react, another figure shot out from the crowd, the treasured sword in their hand slashing directly towards him. If it weren't for the fact that the "Nightless" ability granted Gawain three times his normal strength at this moment, the unarmed Gawain would have had no way of dodging this sudden strike.

Gawain managed to dodge the sword, then quickly created distance. Staring at the Sword of Glorious Victory, Gawain looked up at the person before him—a person whose exposed skin and hair, peeking out from under a cloak, were completely unfamiliar. He gritted his teeth. That holy sword would not be in the hands of anyone else. He's disguised himself again.

"Tch!"

Aslan took off his hood, looked at the Sun Knight before him, and revealed a smile. "It's been a long time, Sir Gawain. Don't you find this meeting so familiar?"

The disguise on Aslan's body gradually faded. His golden hair seemed even more dazzling under the sunlight. Combined with the holy sword in his hand, Aslan at this moment looked even more sacred than Gawain.

"Since my opponent is a Knight of the Round Table, it's a bit inappropriate to use the simple identity of Aslan Pendragon. My apologies, Gawain, but everyone here, I will protect them!"

Aslan's left hand took the pendant from his neck. The Spear of Destiny appeared in his hand. Due to his "Triple Class" trait, the current Aslan also possessed the Saint Graph of [Holy Knight / Son of God: Lancer Aslan]. Perhaps because of the "Son of God" title, the spot below the spearhead of the Spear of Destiny, which originally just had a few enhancement tokens hanging from it, now sported a banner with a cross emblem. The golden light around Aslan's body was also gradually replaced by a holy white. "In the name of the Holy Knight Aslan, I will protect these people under the glory of the Lord."

Aslan was not religious, but that didn't stop him from raising the banner of the Lord. At least now, with the Crusades having been wiped out and the Holy City of Jerusalem destroyed, the appearance of a legendary Holy Knight, a "Son of God," should have a better calming effect on the already chaotic crowd.

The holy banner unfurled, and the originally chaotic crowd began to gradually quiet down. The Son of God, Aslan. Many of them had grown up listening to the stories of this holy figure. Even the travelogue written by that holy figure had gradually spread, becoming reading material for many in their youth. Now, this legendary existence had descended before them and had directly stopped the attack of the Knight of the Round Table.

"Lord Son of God!!"

"Lord Holy Knight!!"

"Please save us!!"

Gawain looked at Aslan, his eyes wide. How should he put it? After descending into this world, he had, of course, investigated the fates of the old comrades he once knew. After all, the Knights of the Round Table were very famous, with a large amount of stories and materials left behind. He knew that the legendary blacksmith Aslan had followed his dragon to another world. So, in Gawain's impression, Aslan was just a powerful blacksmith who, with his dragon, had defeated him in one blow, had subjugated a demonic dragon with his King, and had a close relationship with his King. He knew this person had gone to the continent after the demonic dragon subjugation, but he truly never expected that the "Holy Knight Aslan" of legend, who was famous across the land, was actually the same Aslan he knew!

Aslan, holding to the idea of "striking while the enemy is down," took advantage of the opportunity while the sun sword had been kicked away by Melusine. He stabbed his holy sword into the ground, then reversed his grip on the holy spear. The banner on the spear shaft furled with magical energy as he aimed the tip at the Knight of the Round Table before him. He was going to release the holy spear as an Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm!

"Oh, Light of Salvation, descend and bring a miracle to this place! Pierce the enemy before me! [Spear of Radiant Destiny]!"

Gawain quickly stretched out his hand to call for his holy sword. Although the holy sword returned to his hand in the first instant, he didn't have time for a full Noble Phantasm release. "Holy Sword! Unsheathed! [Excalibur Galatine]!!"

The sigil of the sun unfurled, and a pillar of fire coiled around the holy sword. The hastily summoned world of flames clashed with the holy spear of light aimed at his heart. After a brief resistance, the flames were directly dispersed. Gawain shifted his body to the side. The light grazed his shoulder and slammed into the gate of Camelot.

Even as an Anti-Unit release, this holy spear still had the legend of destroying four cities. A part of Camelot's gate was directly blown away. Not every Camelot has a Shielder to protect it!