Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The suddenly appearing old man was not moving quickly; in fact, his pace could be described as slow. It was precisely because of his slow pace that he was constantly being pushed and shoved forward by the Purge Knights behind him. As a result, the old man stumbled a few times and almost fell. In this unconscious process, the old man had already arrived next to the young girl named Ritsuka.

After a Purge Knight pushed the old man again, Ritsuka quickly supported him. Seeing the old man's somewhat chapped lips, she couldn't help but offer him her own waterskin. "Old sir, can you still go on?"

The old man glanced at Ritsuka's posture, which looked as if she were ready to lift him in a princess carry and continue on the road at any moment. He nodded. Although he wanted to test this child before him, it didn't mean he, at his age, wanted to be carried like a princess. Besides, shouldn't one normally help an old man by carrying him on their back? But this old man trusted his intuition. If he really said he couldn't go on, the posture this girl would use to help him would absolutely be a princess carry, no doubt about it!

If Aslan were here, he would probably exclaim, "As expected of you, Gudako!"

The old man retracted his gaze. From now on, he just had to watch from the sidelines to decide whether the person before him was worth helping. But even as he said this, the old man basically already had his own ideas in mind.

Meanwhile, back in the Holy City of Camelot, Agravain, who was stationed there, received a letter delivered by one of Tristan's men. He angrily slammed the document in his hand onto the ground. Tristan had truly become more and more self-centered after his "Reversal." To think he would run out of Camelot without a word! He even captured an enemy Servant without a word and was now preparing to bring them back to use as a trap, also without a word!! It was like three huge hammers slamming down one after another, leaving Agravain's head a little dazed.

Even the Goddess Rhongomyniad hadn't expected one of her own Round Table Knights to secretly run off and even capture an opponent to bring back. Didn't this mean that both sides would soon be engaged in a direct confrontation? The development of this situation was somewhat different from what was expected.

Agravain rubbed his head and quickly presented the countermeasures he had thought of to the Lion King. First was the setting of the trap. Second, they had to lock the captured Servant in the dungeon. Third, they had to summon all the Round Table Knights and prepare for the enemy to come for a rescue. If possible, they should take this opportunity to wipe out all of the enemy's combat forces. Of course, the possibility that the enemy would launch an all-out attack could not be ruled out. At that time, it would be a difficult battle for them. The probability of victory would depend entirely on how well they were prepared.

Agravain looked at the Lion King before him and took a deep breath. "My King, no matter what, your wish must be fulfilled this time. If we show signs of faltering, please do not hesitate to use the power of the Holy Grail. Even if we have to make our exit here, we will definitely take all the resistance forces with us. At that time, suppressing the Holy Grail should be an easy matter for you."

As for whether the other Round Table Knights, after experiencing such an event—that is, being filled with the power of the Holy Grail once again—could continue to exist in this world, that was none of his business. Of course, if any other Round Table Knight dared to obstruct the King's plan, he would also strike a fatal blow.

"In any case, let's continue with the Holy Selection. After all, this is what is most important in the King's heart."

After properly arranging everything, Agravain then arranged for more Purge Knights to prepare for defense. Looking at Tristan leaning against the wall with an indifferent expression, Agravain's expression was not very good. "Tristan, you were too much of a maverick this time. If there is a next time, you will solve the trouble you have caused by yourself. At that time, we will not interfere whether you live or die."

Tristan spread his hands with an indifferent expression. Having been "Reversed" to this extent, he had long since lost any interest in Agravain's counsel and words. "I'll listen to your lecture when I get back. Right now, I'm going to prepare for the Holy Selection. After all, if those resistance fighters arrive too early, I won't be able to feel the sensation of blood flowing through my hands."

As dusk fell, a small corner of Camelot's gate opened. The red-haired knight walked step-by-step before the crowd. Looking at the expressions of fear on the faces of these ordinary people, an excited smile appeared on his face. "Welcome, everyone, to the City of Knights—Camelot. You are about to undergo the Holy Selection. I imagine you have all heard of it, but please allow me to explain again."

Tristan's voice reached the ears of everyone who had been forcibly brought here. Ritsuka also looked up at the knight before her. He should have been an incomparably noble knight, but at this moment, this girl felt a chill run down her spine.

At the same time, the forces of the resistance army had already passed through the city ruins and arrived at the wasteland. It probably wouldn't be long before they reached the gate. Seemingly sensing the approach of the resistance, Tristan's explanation couldn't help but speed up a bit, and even his wording became more concise.

"Those who pass will live forever in my King's Holy City. Those who fail are filth and should not exist in this world. I will grant you a merciful release!"

The light of the Holy Selection swirled rapidly above the gate. However, after a long time, it still did not descend. It was very obvious that among the people who had come for the selection this time, not a single one could pass. Upon seeing this scene, a smile curled up on Tristan's face. Isn't this great?

He could finally, truly! Have a good, satisfying! Slaughter!!

"Everyone, do you remember what I just said? If you do not pass the selection, you are filth. You bear the weight of error and sin. Now, through death, you will return to purity. Allow me, the Knight of the Round Table—Tristan—to send you on your way!"

Mash, mixed in the crowd, heard these words, and a fire of anger inexplicably began to rise within her. To be precise, it was not her anger, but the anger in the heart of the Heroic Spirit who had entrusted her with their Saint Graph.

This anger caused Mash, after Tristan had drawn his arrow, to directly tear off her cloak. Holding a black shield in her hand, she charged towards Tristan. "What did you just say?! Sir Tristan!!"