Shirou's clones number 30 million

As I was lost in thought, a familiar footstep came from not far away and stopped on my right.

Shirou?

Artoria instinctively opened her eyes, but what appeared before her was not only Shirou, but also Gawain, Kai, Gareth, and other Knights of the Round Table who had long since died.

"You...you've all come."

Looking at the two Tristans in the crowd, Artoria couldn't help but think:

As expected, it is a heroic spirit summoned from the future.

Even Mordred answered the call, but Lancelot was nowhere to be seen. He really hadn't forgiven me.

“My lord, Gawain has answered the call.”

"My lord, Gareth has answered the call."

...

...

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Artoria's gaze unconsciously drifted to a silent figure in the crowd.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke:

"Lord Mordred, don't you have anything to say?"

“I’m here specifically to oversee whether you’ve properly rebuilt Camelot. If you don’t do a good job, I will raise the banner of rebellion again and seize your throne.”

As he spoke, Mordred drew his sword, feigning composure, and said:

"If you're scared, just kill me right here!"

Artoria's right hand instinctively rested on the hilt of her sword, then quickly released it, and she asked in a daze:

Do you hate me that much?

silence.

Shirou looked back and forth between the two, then shook his head helplessly.

She couldn't understand such obvious arrogance.

Indeed, Tristan was right; King Arthur truly did not understand human nature.

“My lord, since Mordred has answered the summons, it means that she is already reflecting on her past mistakes.”

Artoria pondered this. Indeed, compared to Lancelot, who had not responded to the summons, Artoria's response was enough to show that she was already reflecting on her actions.

As for verbal malice, there's no need to worry too much about it.

"Mordred, the Battle of Kamchu may be a distant memory for you."

"But for the people of this country, it was only a short time ago, and the wounds of war still linger on the land of Great Britain."

"From now on, use your own eyes to see for yourself the terrible consequences of your actions."

call……

Mordred breathed a sigh of relief, at least he wouldn't end up like Lancelot.

To avoid her father changing his mind, it's best not to say anything that might upset her.

"it is good."

……

Several days later, reinforcements from different worlds left the Academy City one after another.

However, a considerable number of people remained, and the existence of the Anywhere Door ensured that this world continued to function as a transit point.

During this period, after several days of fermentation, the stories of dragon wishes and the resurrection of the dead, which had originally only spread in a small circle, became more and more intense and eventually affected King Arthur and Shirou.

"Your Majesty, these are petitions sent by the people. The vast majority of them are written by people from the world behind the gate, but many of them are also written by our own people."

Artoria, who was reviewing documents, glanced at Gawain who walked in from outside and was startled by the box of letters in his arms. She unconsciously stopped writing.

"Gao Wenqing, what is this petition about?"

"It's a petition that our kingdom and the world behind the gate should jointly host the Star Martial Festival, but the key point is that every petition includes the hope that the Wishing Dragon will be added to the champion's prize."

"So that's what they wanted, that wish."

Artoria wore an expression of "I knew it" on her face. Even she herself had once fought for the Holy Grail to fulfill her wish.

Moreover, it's a Holy Grail whose ability to grant wishes is uncertain.

But the wishing dragon is different. It is said that many people have witnessed the dragon granting wishes, turning into seven beads and flying away, only to be intercepted again.

The person who intercepted the bead was a reinforcement they had invited; in their minds, the wishing dragon was naturally under their control.

In fact, the Star Warrior Festival was originally designed to grant wishes as prizes, but unfortunately, the entities that grant wishes are conglomerates, which have abundant financial resources but limited capabilities.

It is said that wishes can be fulfilled, but the scope is very small.

No wonder they want to make a wish to the dragon. With a high-quality wish that can even bring the dead back to life, the Star Martial Festival should be even more popular and larger in scale.

Chapter 492 I'm looking forward to that day

Chapter 492, Section 493: I'm really looking forward to that day.

"Gao Wenqing, could you please call Shilang over? I need to discuss this matter with him."

"No problem, please wait a moment."

Gawain left, and Artoria continued reviewing the documents.

A few minutes later, Shirou entered the room and saw the huge pile of petitions. After a moment's thought, he quickly understood what was going on.

"Did they set their sights on the dragon?"

"Yes, what does Shirou think?" Artoria put down her pen, looked up and asked.

"The Dragon Balls are not our private property and cannot be promised to others in any form. However, jointly holding the Star Martial Festival is not a bad thing."

After all, the Star Martial Festival, as a unique feature of this world, has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Jointly hosting the Star Martial Festival can expand the kingdom's influence and facilitate the recruitment of talent.

"But the Star Martial Festival is really not friendly to our kingdom. Our aristocratic family-style education system is far too backward compared to the academy-style education system."

"It's said to be a joint event, but when the Star Martial Festival begins, everyone will be surprised to find that all the participants are members of the opposing world."

"This will only bring shame to the kingdom."

Artoria seemed to be deep in thought, and pondered for a moment:

“I understand what Shirou means. If we are to jointly hold the Star Warrior Festival, we must carry out educational reforms.”

"That's right. We don't expect anyone from our kingdom to win the championship, but we can't have no one who passes the preliminaries, can we?"

"It seems that educational reform is urgently needed. Can this matter be entrusted to Shirou?"

“I’m sorry, this matter can only be handled by you personally.” Shirou shook his head slightly. “Although the conflict between the academy system and the nobility is not so great as to be irreconcilable, it is still a very big obstacle.”

Shirou stopped there and didn't continue, but Artoria gradually understood.

Indeed, throughout history, any major reform has been accompanied by a certain degree of turmoil, whether large or small.

"I will build schools in all the towns and cities of the kingdom by order of King Arthur, and make it mandatory for children of school age to attend them."

"Coercion is not appropriate; let's change it to incentives. For example, each child who enrolls in school can receive a certain amount of food or money as a subsidy from their family."

"Okay, let's do it that way. By the way, how do we handle the teachers?"

"Let's borrow some people from the modern world, and also hire some aristocratic scions from fallen families at high salaries."

"Won't this put some pressure on the kingdom's finances?"

"There's no need to worry about that. The world behind the gate is sharing a portion of their tax revenue with us. Moreover, the assets of those eliminated conglomerates are being inventoried, and this revenue is enough to support education reforms."

“Very good, that door has arrived at just the right time. As for the petition to jointly host the Star Martial Festival, let’s put it aside for now.”

……

Lancelot (a human) was gazing intently at the monastery when he suddenly felt a sharp, piercing light coming from behind him and hurriedly dodged.

But the attacker seemed to have anticipated his move, and with a light slash, he made a cut on his right arm.

"who are you?"

Lancelot switched his sword to his left hand and managed to parry a few blows. Taking advantage of the moment he was knocked away, he sized up the newcomer.

He was completely encased in a jet-black suit of armor, and the sword in his hand had a vaguely familiar feel to it.

"Lancelot!"

The newcomer roared and charged forward again, his sword flashing so sharp that Lancelot could only parry hastily, utterly powerless to retaliate.

"Who exactly are you? Are you an assassin sent by the Knights of the Round Table?"

"An assassin sent by the Knights of the Round Table? You dare to challenge me?"

The newcomer attacked Lancelot while hurling insults at him incessantly.

"Who do you think you are? You dare to be assassinated by the Knights of the Round Table!"

"They've already been driven out of the kingdom, yet they shamelessly stay here. What's the difference between them and a mangy dog?"

"You coward! You wimp! You piece of trash! You scum..."

Amidst the constant insults, Lancelot suddenly realized that the other person's voice sounded extremely familiar, and their sword-wielding habits were exactly the same as his own.

"So I was dreaming. I never imagined I would dream about another version of myself."

"Dreaming? Since that's what you think, then let's just pretend it's a dream."

After becoming a Heroic Spirit, Lancelot gradually forgot everything from his previous life, but the regret in his heart grew stronger day by day.

Because of his illicit affair, the kingdom was destroyed. If he could do it all over again, would he still go after Guinevere? That remains to be seen.

However, after finally returning to Camelot, they were rejected by the Knights of the Round Table and were driven away without even seeing the king.

Such humiliation deepened his regret.

This feeling reached its peak when he saw his past self when he was still human.