Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

"The Holy City!"

Upon seeing a corner of his city's gate blown away, Gawain's eyes widened, completely disregarding his own injuries. In his past life, his negligence had allowed Aslan and Melusine to sneak into this city. Now, even with the "Gift of the Nightless," he had still failed to keep his city perfectly intact.

In the crowd, Arash and the Hassans had already begun directing the people to leave, while continuously firing arrows at the Purge Knights. Each arrow precisely took the lives of these Purge Knights by striking the gaps in their armor.

Gawain looked at what could only be described as a complete mess. His once-sunny face was now filled with clear resentment. "You who dare to rebel against the King! I, Gawain, will cut you down beneath this city's walls today!"

Gareth, seeing Gawain like this, threw off her own cloak. She walked forward two steps, coming to stand directly in front of her brother. Her dark green eyes were full of determination, and the special spear in her hand, forged by Merlin, was aimed at her own brother. "That's enough! Brother Gawain! If you continue to be so obstinate, then I will be your opponent this time!"

Gareth, by her own will, stood before her brother. This surprised even Gawain. His hands were already stained with the blood of his brother; he did not want to personally kill his own sister as well. Gareth was forcing his hand. Gawain, who had chosen to be loyal to the King, looked at this sister who was closest to him, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes.

When he learned that Sir Tristan was going to hunt down his own sister, he had chosen to ignore it. While gritting his teeth and suppressing the grief in his heart, there was also a sense of release. Gareth was his last weakness. If Gareth also disappeared from this world, then he would carry the blood of his younger siblings, bear the remorse and sin, and stand by the King's side forever. This time, there would be no hesitation! However, Sir Tristan had failed. When he learned that his sister was still alive, when he learned that his sister had chosen to stand in opposition to them, Gawain had imagined this current situation, while at the same time constantly praying that this scene would never come to pass.

Now, the thing he least wanted to see had happened. What should he do? What was he supposed to do?

Just as Gawain was hesitating, drawn by the commotion at the gate, another Knight of the Round Table arrived to provide support. The one who arrived was, naturally, Agravain. Using his own methods, he quickly shrouded one Purge Knight after another in a black mist. This mist was enough to drive the Purge Knights into a frenzy, granting them even greater combat strength.

"Sir Gawain, what are you hesitating for?"

Agravain's words immediately snapped the hesitant Gawain out of his stupor. Since he had decided this time to dedicate everything to the King, what did it matter if it was his own sister?

"Gareth... my dear sister... I never thought we would have to face each other with swords like this. I will bear all the sins and walk this path until the King's wish is fulfilled!"

Gawain lowered his hand from his wound. The sun sword once again blazed with fire. Under this sunlight, even though Gawain was injured, he believed he had enough strength to deal with the current predicament. He had already sworn that he would absolutely not lose again. He had left enough regrets in his past life. This time, he would guard the gate well. He would protect the King well. He would eliminate all factors that could possibly harm the King beforehand!

In the royal palace, the Lion King lifted her head. Lancelot was currently still on patrol outside and had not yet returned. There was not much combat power left among the Round Table Knights. Tristan and Mordred were already injured, and now even Gawain, who was guarding the gate, was as well. It seemed that not using that was no longer an option...

The Lion King opened her hand. Specks of golden light bloomed from her palm, then quickly gathered, forming a golden cup. This was the Holy Grail. If one looked closely, one would even find a tiny, glittering thing curled up inside the Grail.

At this moment, as the Holy Grail was brought out, this glittering little thing also opened its eyes. They were like a series of topazes. If one had played the game, they would surely be very familiar with this image. This was fundamentally a miniature Demon God Pillar, and a Demon God Pillar of this color was none other than Amon.

"What's this? Has the proud King finally chosen to cooperate with us?"

In this world, Ozymandias had not descended. As a matter of course, the Holy Grail fell into the hands of this Lion King, and the Demon God Pillar was naturally suppressed. The Lion King, of course, knew where the Demon God Pillar before her came from. If it weren't for her knowledge that the Human Order was on the verge of destruction, she wouldn't have begun her collection of flawless humans.

Right now, the Holy Selection had only been held once or twice. With only a handful of flawless humans, it could hardly be considered having preserved humanity. The Holy Selection had to continue. Until all of the Human Order was completely annihilated, this selection would not stop. This was all for the sake of humanity!

To maintain the continuation of the selection, the existence of the Round Table Knights was necessary. But now, three of the Round Table Knights were carrying injuries that were not light. If this continued, failure seemed inevitable. The Holy Grail was a good thing. Its powerful magic and amplification were enough to make the "Gifts" of the Round Table Knights even stronger, while also allowing them to quickly recover from their injuries. It was just that the current "Gifts" had already reached a certain limit for the knights. What effect would further strengthening have?

What's more, although the Holy Grail was a good thing, the mastermind who sent it to various eras was not. She had suppressed the Demon God Pillar to this extent, yet this small remaining piece clung to the Holy Grail like a stubborn plaster. If she used the power of the Holy Grail, would the Demon God Pillar affect the Round Table Knights?

Although her personality had been divinized, sitting on the throne, she naturally had to think as a king. This would not change. Using the Holy Grail meant that benefit and risk coexisted. However, if she used the Holy Grail, there was one point that was very attractive to this goddess: her own injuries would instantly recover. All the opposing forces would be turned to ash under her judgment.

Looking at the constantly writhing Demon God Pillar in the Holy Grail, the Lion King finally raised the Grail high, though she did not respond to the Demon God Pillar's words and laughter.

Sensing the power of the Holy Grail spreading, the Demon God Pillar Amon let out a joyous laugh. "Hahaha! You used it after all! I'm so curious, who could have pushed you to this point? And I'm so curious what kind of ending you will meet!"