Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

If it weren't for the fact that Mordred's actions in her past life had pleased her, and if it weren't for the fact that the "Gift" the Lion King had given her was too disgusting, Morgan wouldn't have even bothered with Mordred. She would have just watched as this cheap daughter eventually self-destructed due to that nauseating blessing, completely becoming "Mo-de Mo-de" (a pun on Mordred's name, meaning "Nothing-dred").

Although Aslan really wanted to press their advantage, if Morgan was unwilling, their combat strength was indeed somewhat insufficient. If they could reduce the deaths of ordinary civilians, then they should reduce them as much as possible. At the very least, if that Lion King wanted to continue the Holy Selection, she would have to adjust her policy. After all, he had already broadcast the truth of the current Holy Selection. As long as people weren't seeking death, they should know who to choose.

Aslan relaxed his ready-to-attack stance. Most of the ordinary people who had come here for the Holy Selection had already evacuated. Only a portion of those who were injured and had difficulty moving remained, being assisted by the clones of Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

At this moment, both sides tacitly ceased their attacks. The current struggle also contained a conflict between kingdom ideologies. However, Aslan understood that in this conflict, the Lion King was bound to lose, because she was ruling a country with the identity of a goddess.

He suddenly realized that Morgan was actually somewhat gentle. Her actions were likely to make her so-called "unfilial sons" recognize reality. Arthur was a King of Men, an existence chosen by people, created by people, who ascended to the throne of men—not some god. If it were just about saving the world, this contrast might not be so obvious. But as soon as it became a struggle of kingly paths... the Round Table Knights would surely soon be able to distinguish the difference between the Lion King and King Arthur.

When facing Morgan, Gareth was still somewhat ill at ease. The Morgan of now was simply too different from the witch in the memories of these Round Table Knights. For them, only a blink of an eye had passed from their ascension to the Throne of Heroes to their summoning as split spirits. But this witch had genuinely lived for over a thousand years. Perhaps in Gareth's eyes, it was like Snow White's evil stepmother, the queen, had transformed into Empress Zhangsun after Snow White had taken a nap.

"Mother... it is you, Mother, isn't it?"

Morgan looked at Gareth's uncertain expression and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doubting, Gareth? Does your head need fixing like that unfilial son Gawain's?"

Upon hearing this, Gareth instantly confirmed that the venomous-tongued witch before her was indeed her mother. The expression she made in that split second of sharp-tongued retort was identical to the one in her memory.

As they were leaving the Holy City, the rescued residents had already begun to explain the truth of the Holy Selection to the people living in the ruins of Jerusalem. For a time, the residents living in the ruins of Jerusalem began to fall into a state of panic. Many even began to follow the people preparing to leave, heading towards their original ruined cities. They couldn't stay here anymore. The so-called Holy Selection only chose one or two people, and everyone else had to die... what about them? No one dared to be 100% certain that they could be the chosen one. Would they then be dealt with by the Round Table Knights later? They lived in the ruins of this Jerusalem for the very purpose of survival. Now that their lives were not only not guaranteed but were in fact threatened... what was the point of staying here? Run!

And in the surrounding ruined cities, the young people who had originally wanted to go for the Holy Selection, who still held illusions about that Holy City, instantly retracted their gazes. At the same time, they couldn't help but feel a wave of lingering fear. Thank goodness they hadn't gone for the Holy Selection. They had heard that such selections had been held many times. How many people had died during that time?

"Is that witch Lady who appeared going to fight the King in the Holy City? I want to go to her and seek refuge."

There were not a few people who held this idea. And those young people who had come from the mountains, although they really wanted to answer these people's questions, they really weren't familiar with the witch Morgan. However, if Morgan really did establish a city, it wouldn't be a difficult thing for these people to find out.

In the Holy City of Camelot, after Aslan and the others had departed from outside the pristine white walls, Gawain and the others also returned to stand before their King's throne. At the same time, they lowered their heads. To think they needed their King to strengthen them again just to fight the rebels to a draw... no, to be precise, they had lost this clash.

"My sincerest apologies, my King... Mordred was taken by the witch Morgan."

Although Gawain and the others really wanted to snatch Mordred back, it was a pity that if they had made a move at that time, it would have meant the continuation of the war. For them, it would not have been an advantageous battle. On the contrary, by mutually retreating like this, they could wait for Lancelot's return and at the same time use the power of the Holy Grail to strengthen the Purge Knights again. Perhaps then they could face them head-on.

The Lion King, sitting on the throne, opened her eyes and nodded lightly. "I understand. It couldn't be helped... Morgan, why, after all this time, must you stand against us?"

The Lion King looked at the Round Table Knights still kneeling before her, then raised her head. With her personality now completely divinized, she really couldn't understand Morgan's actions, neither the series of events in Great Britain from the distant memory nor her standing in opposition to her now.

"The Holy Selection... What I am doing is the only correct way to preserve humanity. But from the looks of it now, the Holy Selection will probably have to be postponed until after the battle with Morgan. Get Lancelot back as soon as possible. During this time, you must also master your own power quickly. The time until the Human Order is completely destroyed is getting closer and closer. We do not have that much time to waste."

The Lion King stood up, looking down from on high at the Round Table Knights before her. "The punishment for this time will be temporarily set aside. After everything is over, before the Human Order is annihilated, we will settle all accounts at once."

In the eyes of the Lion King, the Magic King could not be defeated. In other words, the Human Order was destined to be incinerated. The space within the Holy Lance was limited, so naturally, she had to choose the pure and flawless to protect, to ensure that the human species would not be completely reduced to zero. This was her mercy. She was not wrong!

Then, the ones who were wrong were naturally those who resisted.