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"After that, they will be transformed into half-heroes through a kind of magic, freeing them from the shackles of Valhalla."

May I?

Artoria instinctively wanted to ask that question, but then she immediately remembered her own situation.

Having made a contract with the Counter Force but not yet died, I am essentially a half-Heroic Spirit.

They possessed both the abilities of Heroic Spirits and the identity of humans, yet they were never imprisoned by Valhalla.

"Then I'll leave it to you!"

"No need to be polite. Since you want to see them, I'll begin immediately. Summon all the Knights of the Round Table. If anyone refuses to respond, there's no need to force them."

“Let’s do it this way.” Artoria nodded slightly.

During a break in setting up the magic circle, Shirou suddenly thought of a question.

What if we summon Lancelot from the future?

There is already one living Lancelot in this world. If another one were to appear, I feel it would be very awkward when the two of them meet.

Moreover, deep down, Shirou really didn't like Lancelot, a double agent, and didn't want to see him in meetings all the time.

However, it's difficult to exclude him. With the Knights of the Round Table as the target of the summons, it's conceivable that Lancelot would respond.

"Artoria, the spiritual energy activity here isn't very high. I'll go check outside the city."

"That's to be expected, the spiritual energy activity is strongest in the northern forests..."

Realizing she seemed inclined to follow, Shirou thought for a moment and changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, I wonder how the reconstruction of the world behind the gate is going?"

"First came the war, then the giants and the ant colonies. Even if all the dead have been resurrected, the losses in other areas are still incalculable."

Artoria suddenly stopped and said without thinking:

"I'm sorry, Shirou, I need to go check out the world beyond the gate. I'll leave the task of summoning the Heroic Spirit to you alone."

"No problem, leave it to me!"

Shirou smiled and made an OK sign.

The two talked about work as they walked, and then parted ways outside the city.

Shirou randomly found a spot on the edge of the forest and set up a barrier to drive away people and a summoning circle.

Infused with magic, the magic circle instantly activated, entering summoning mode.

"Now, the next step is the nomination process."

Shirou cleared his throat and said slowly:

"Gentlemen, I am Shirou Emiya, a Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur."

"By order of King Arthur, I hereby summon the Knights of the Round Table to rebuild Camelot."

"Those who still hold expectations for King Arthur, please show yourselves here."

The next moment, numerous rays of light appeared on the magic circle.

Knights kept appearing, and Shirou roughly counted them; there were about a hundred of them.

Where is this place? It looks familiar.

"They're all familiar faces. Could the entire Knights of the Round Table have been summoned?"

"Hey, isn't that Camelot? You're kidding, right?"

"Was that summoning incantation just now fake? Are we really going to rebuild Camelot?"

Amidst the clamor, Shirou silently chanted a spell, severing the Servant contracts and transforming them into half-Heroic Spirits.

While described as a half-heroic spirit, it is essentially just a spirit with an additional state of free action.

The summoner is no longer bound by it; its magic is self-sufficient and can be slowly replenished through eating and sleeping.

"Please be patient, everyone. I am Shirou Emiya, and I have been summoned here by order of King Arthur to gather the Knights of the Round Table."

"I'm sure you've all seen the city of Camelot in the distance, right? That's right, that's the real Camelot."

"And this is the era when King Arthur was still alive."

"Next, I will take you all to meet King Arthur. I will explain the details later."

Was Lancelot there before that?

A knight in armor, holding a sword, slowly stepped forward.

"I am Lancelot."

“Very good, you can go now.” Shirou nodded slightly.

"What does it mean?"

Lancelot looked surprised, and a bad feeling suddenly crept into his heart.

"It means exactly what it says. The newly formed Knights of the Round Table don't need traitors. You can leave now and go wherever you want, but please don't come near Camelot. You are not welcome here."

Shirou paused for a moment, then added:

"By the way, it's been shortly after the Battle of Camcho, and Guinevere is still alive. After divorcing King Arthur, she went to live in a monastery."

"As a heroic spirit from the future, you should know the location of the monastery."

Lancelot looked dazed, his face full of astonishment.

I answered the summons because I thought I would see the king again.

I never expected to suffer such humiliation.

"Is this the king's will, or yours?"

"This is my opinion, but it is also the opinion of the entire Knights of the Round Table."

Shirou's expression was indifferent as he said in a deep voice:

"Given the king's personality, if he saw you, he would definitely forgive you with a smile, but that would only be on the surface. The thorn in his heart would be hard to remove no matter what."

"He had an affair with the Queen and personally killed several of his former colleagues in the Knights of the Round Table, ultimately leading to the kingdom's downfall."

"Do you think you're still fit to stay by the king's side? There's no other queen in this country for you to seduce."

Lancelot instantly swung his sword and placed it on Shirou's shoulder, but his right hand holding the sword was trembling and his expression was full of pain.

"I want to see the king; I want to hear him say it himself."

"That's impossible. The king would never say such a thing. You can leave now, or do you want to kill me, fight your way through the entire city of Camelot, and go to the palace to see the king?"

"You...! I just want to see the king once..."

Just then, a voice carrying a hint of mockery and ridicule suddenly rang out behind Lancelot.

"Enough! Lancelot. He's right, you have no right to swear allegiance to the king again."

"Although I don't know him, I've decided to stand opposite you this time."

“If you want to see the king, then kill us, slaughter your way through, just like you did before.”

“Agraven!” Lancelot’s face turned extremely ugly.

“While knights shouldn’t kick someone when they’re down, you’re an exception. Lancelot, leave. Camelot doesn’t welcome you.”

Gawain drew his sword, stood beside Shirou, and stared at Lancelot expressionlessly.

The next moment, Gawain's brother Gareth also drew his sword.

“That’s it. You can leave now, Lancelot. This is absolutely not revenge for killing me back then; it’s merely to uphold the honor of the Knights of the Round Table.”

第四百九十章 绝发*书！群>9：8,0s2:0？ュ5♀8:5/6，由?呆ュ呆。发，自不能像他那样灰头土脸的被赶走

Chapter 490, Section 491: We must not be driven away in such a disheveled state as he was.

One knight after another, armed with weapons, stood beside Shirou, confronting Lancelot head-on.

Unbeknownst to him, Lancelot had become the target of everyone's criticism and stood on the opposite side of everyone.

Looking at the familiar faces, Lancelot helplessly sheathed his sword, radiating an aura of despair.

"I understand, Your Majesty... I'm entrusting this to you."

Watching Lancelot's dejected figure leave, all the Knights of the Round Table remained silent.

As the catalyst for the destruction of the Knights of the Round Table, many people present died by his sword, so it's not easy for them to let it go.

“Then, please come with me to see King Arthur,” Shirou said, turning the conversation to him.

"no problem!"

"I must say, well done, kid!"

"Haha... Lancelot's expression is so simple and refreshing."

"Lancelot shouldn't have been summoned. Luckily, I don't have to work with him. It's a blessing in disguise."

The Knights of the Round Table followed Shirou directly to the camp where the gate was located.

As I walked along, I was constantly amazed.

"I never thought I'd be able to return to Camelot again. It's truly a miracle."

"Why was a camp built outside the city? Was it necessary?"

Percival, who was patrolling outside the camp, noticed the group behind Shirou, instinctively stopped, and said in a daze:

"Gawain, Gareth? Are you both still alive?"

"Percival! You got here before us! No! You're actually alive?"

"Aren't you all living people?"

Percival looked surprised and carefully observed everyone.

"How come you... look younger?"

“Percival, how are you still alive?” Gawain patted him on the shoulder.