Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

In fact, the Lion King's actions were not hard to understand. After all, the Lion King was simply acting in a way that could ensure the survival of the human species. She could be certain that even if the Human Order was destroyed, the humans protected within the Holy Lance could continue to exist forever.

And Aslan's side—or more accurately, the side of Chaldea chosen by the Human Order—chose a different approach: regardless of the final outcome, they had to save the vast majority of humanity.

It was like the saying goes: perhaps your method can protect the majority, while my method can only protect a few. But can you afford to gamble? To gamble the entire existence of humanity on your claim that you can save more people.

If it weren't for the Doctor's self-sacrifice, then perhaps the final result truly would have been the disappearance of all humanity and the Human Order. Sometimes, it is not from the perspective of a bystander, but from the perspective of the person involved, that one can know just how difficult it is to make such a choice. No matter how many times one wants to choose the latter, one must ask oneself: am I truly prepared? Prepared for the fact that if you fail, the entirety of humanity will disappear. Prepared to bear the survival of all mankind on your shoulders.

If he didn't know the ending of the game, Aslan couldn't say for sure which side he would be on. But since he knew that the Magic King would be defeated, he would certainly not choose an ending where only a few humans were preserved as specimens.

Watching Morgan, who was walking at the forefront while simultaneously performing magical treatment on her cheap daughter, Mordred, Aslan couldn't help but stare for a few extra moments. How should he put it? The Morgan of now was truly a version of her he had never seen before. Aslan had seen Morgan's virtual personality and had also seen Morgan in a state of madness, but he had never seen the Morgan of today, who had returned to such a state of calm and possessed such a temperament.

Arash scratched his head. He looked at the witch who had not been very pleasant in their previous communication and asked curiously, "This doesn't seem to be the way back to the eastern mountains. May I ask where we are going next?"

Morgan glanced back at Arash. Although she really wanted to roll her eyes, she held it in. She then glanced at Aslan with her light-blue eyes. "Of course we're going to find a good place to build our own city. With me here, we have no need to hide. We just need to tell that Lion King sitting in Camelot—we are here!"

We will protect and rule the common people here in our own way. Under these circumstances, what will you do? You will probably, as expected, still choose to dispatch a large number of soldiers to surround and annihilate us. After all, in the eyes of the Lion King, there is humanity, but there are no human lives.

However, building a city was not a simple matter. First, the geographical location had to be good. Second, there had to be enough resources for living. Although for Morgan, building a city was just a matter of waving her hand and using magic, and water and food were not necessities for her, they were necessary for ordinary people. Since these people had submitted at her feet and chosen to be ruled by her, they were her property. As royalty, one should naturally cherish their own property. Therefore, the place where the new city was built had to be suitable for defense, have water, and be suitable for cultivation.

Thinking of these requirements, Morgan immediately thought of a place.

On the way to the site of the new city, the already not-so-small group absorbed even more ordinary residents. If one looked down from the sky, they would surely see a dense black mass of people. The larger the group, the more vigilant Arash and the Hassans became about a potential ambush. After all, if a powerful attack were to strike at this time, even the aftershocks would cause massive casualties.

However, it seemed that the Lion King had no intention of making a move before they had finished building their new city. Of course, it was also possible that she simply didn't have the time.

In any case, the group finally arrived safely at a lush, green area. Of course, this was also a ruined city. It was just that compared to other severely damaged cities, this one was relatively well-preserved. One could even see many Catholic decorations.

Upon seeing the surrounding environment, Aslan frowned slightly. This place looks a bit familiar.

Morgan, of course, noticed Aslan's expression. Or rather, she had chosen this place precisely because she had seen Aslan and it had made her think of this city. After all, besides herself, there was also Aslan who could appease and rally the common people. As a ruler, one should naturally use a good thing that falls into your lap.

"Does it look familiar? This place began to rise over 1000 years ago. For a long time, it was a city highly valued by Catholics. The city was built to commemorate the Son of God, Aslan. According to the city's historical records, the Son of God, in the process of slaying demons, was about to face an unimaginable enemy. Therefore, it was no longer convenient to bring his followers with him. So he settled his followers in this place with its beautiful mountains, clear waters, and fertile land. I also came here several hundred years ago. The Holy City of that time was truly prosperous."

To think that in a world like this, this city had also fallen into ruin. It was slightly lamentable. But the ruin of this city was destined. After all, this was a holy city that shouldn't have existed in the original timeline, a product of Aslan's influence. Now, in this Singularity, for it to be ruined like this... after history is corrected, perhaps because it is located in a region that believes in Allah, it will slowly decline and eventually become just a record in history.

"I see. So this is the Holy City. Even now, it's still more complete than other regions."

Such exclamations inevitably arose from the crowd. Aslan himself turned his head away, feeling a little embarrassed. How should he put it? After all, over 1000 years had passed. Aslan had also grown from a mischievous little brat into a man over 1000 years old who was occasionally mischievous. Hearing this city praised in his name always gave him the feeling of a dark history being brought up. What's more, he was just bluffing in the Lord's name.

Morgan, however, did not continue to tease Aslan. Instead, she raised the staff in her hand high. Under the effect of her magic, the entire city began to rapidly restore itself, and at the same time, many Briton-style decorations appeared.

This soaring magical energy was not hidden in the slightest. Morgan was telling that Lion King staying in Camelot that she was ready. From now on, they could go to war at any time.