Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Every time he used this arm, the pressure it brought was unimaginable. The more he used it, the more likely his body was to break down. But he couldn't worry about that now. Even if his body did break down, he would complete his mission before that happened!

The residents who had been saved by this knight with the silver arm had faces full of the joy of surviving a desperate situation. They thanked him ceaselessly. "Thank you, thank you so much! May I ask who you are..."

The knight with the silver arm thought for a moment. "Lucius... just call me Lucius."

Melusine, who was off to the side eliminating the other Purge Knights, instinctively turned with a guarded posture upon hearing this name. However, what came into her view was not that red-haired Roman emperor, but a handsome knight with white hair. Melusine vaguely remembered this knight, precisely because he was so handsome.

In her thousand years in the Inner Sea of the Planet, Melusine had finally understood one thing. Her Aslan, because he was with her, kept a certain distance from most women. However, he would throw his arm around the shoulders of his close male friends. Melusine really wanted to knock on Aslan's head, point at the eyes of those men, and shout loudly—

"Look closely at their eyes! Is that really just pure friendship?"

So, over these years, Melusine had become more and more firm in her belief. It was fine if her Aslan had a good relationship with women, but she had to be extremely vigilant against the men who got close to Aslan! If, one day, Aslan were to leave her, it probably wouldn't be because of some woman, but because of some close bro of Aslan's that she hadn't paid attention to.

Perhaps it was because she had awoken from a long slumber and had been living lucidly for over a thousand years, but Melusine felt that her once-slightly-stiff brain was becoming more and more flexible. So, she was remembering the men Aslan had met more and more clearly. That's right, this handsome knight before her was definitely some outstanding male they had met before. She just couldn't remember if he was an outstanding male from Great Britain or from Rome. But thinking about it, all the knights who had descended so far were related to Great Britain. The one before her should be a member of the Round Table.

Melusine didn't plan on exposing this knight's lie right now. In any case, if he was a Knight of the Round Table, all his lies would be revealed when he met that sorceress later. But since he was a Knight of the Round Table, he should know her and Aslan. Why would he tell such a clumsy lie in front of them?

Melusine hadn't yet discovered that the one before her, like them, was still among the living... no... there was still a difference. At least they were summoned as Servants, while the one before her still held the identity of a human. It was just that the magical power brought by that silver arm was so immense that it had concealed this person's human aura. Moreover, this living knight and that Lion King came from the same world. Or rather, Aslan, Melusine, and Morgan were the intruders in this world. It was already hard to say for sure. In short, the knight before her did not know Aslan, so he certainly didn't know that the suitor of Aslan's other identity was Lucius. It was like someone saying his wife was Melusine, not knowing that you, the person he's talking to, are Melusine's husband.

Upon seeing this knight, Aslan showed no surprise. He quickly took two steps forward. The banner on his holy spear unfurled, and its healing and restorative powers began to act upon the knight's body. "Stop using that arm. Do you want to ascend to the Throne of Heroes before you even return the Holy Sword? Bedivere!"

The young, white-haired knight looked at Aslan, stunned for a moment. He then shook his head, still insisting on his identity. "I am Lucius of Rome, not some..."

Aslan, looking at Bedivere who was still insisting on his fake identity, directly pulled the demonic sword of the Roman Emperor Lucius from his Mystic Code. He gently waved the sword. This Knight of the Round Table before him must have also followed the Lion King on her expedition to Rome. In that case, he would surely recognize this sword.

As expected, upon seeing the demonic sword with its floral decorations, Bedivere stopped his unfinished sentence and finally sighed. "Alright... may I ask who you are...?"

Aslan raised an eyebrow, pointing to his own hair color and face. "Seeing this face, you still don't know who I am?"

Bedivere frowned. That's right, the person before him, from his appearance, did indeed look extremely similar to his King. Plus, he was holding the demonic sword of the Roman Emperor. That sword, after the Roman Emperor's death, should have been sent back to Camelot's treasury with the King. Thinking of this, Bedivere's expression changed again and again.

"Could it be... you are the King's illegitimate child?"

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How did I suddenly drop a generation?!

Aslan casually swung the spear in his hand, sending a lunging Purge Knight flying. He then rubbed his temples with his hand, looking at the Knight of the Round Table before him with some exasperation. "Forget it... After all, we come from different worlds. Knight of the Round Table, Bedivere, remember this: in terms of seniority, I am Artoria's cousin. Also, I am currently a member of the resistance standing in opposition to the Lion King. You don't need to hide your identity in front of us. Likewise, we will help you complete your mission. I imagine you don't want to drag us down, right? If your body continues to weaken, you won't be able to keep up with our pace."

In this current world, the Round Table Knights and the Purge Knights had all become stronger. It wasn't something the knight before him could defeat just by releasing the power of his silver arm a few times.

"As for your weapon, as the blacksmith of a certain world's Great Britain who is comparable to a god, I will temporarily forge you a weapon no less than a B-rank Noble Phantasm." The current Aslan had descended as a Rider, so he could only create a B-rank Noble Phantasm that could not have its True Name released. If he had descended as a Caster, then he would have been a true "Noble Phantasm wholesaler."

Under the holy light of the Spear of Destiny in Aslan's hand, Bedivere, whose body had recovered somewhat, nodded. He had only just regained his consciousness before arriving in this land. He certainly didn't understand the current situation as well as the Aslan before him. In that case, following Aslan's arrangements was the correct choice for now.