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"Father? What a heart-stopping title."

Lancelot felt something burning within him, and at that moment, he was ready to fight anyone, no matter who the opponent was.

"Since it's bad for your heart, don't play this kind of game."

"I already said it's not Play."

The strongest Knights of the Round Table faced Vortigern's blade, which reminded Lancelot of their first battle, when Fujimaru Kyoya possessed the blessing of the sacred tree. If it weren't for Tristan's help, he might have been left there.

This time is different. His opponent is injured while he is well-rested and ready to fight. The outcome is still uncertain.

Most importantly, he now has the Lion King's blessing "Desolation," which enhances him in every way. Even against three times Gawain, he doesn't need to use delaying tactics to win head-on.

With one side gaining and the other losing, Fujimaru Kyoya suddenly found himself struggling.

Lancelot, however, did not become complacent about his brief advantage; he would never forget Fujimaru Kyoya's final sword dance in the rain.

We mustn't push the person in front of us to that point, or he'll die here.

Having finally come to understand and confront his true feelings, Lancelot cannot simply die here. He must undo his mistakes and prevent the Lion King from stopping the Chaldea group.

Why are you targeting Chaldea so much?

Others might not know, but Lancelot understood that the person before him clearly supported Chaldea's actions, believing that humanity should be given a chance, a chance to take control of its destiny.

The Lion King also took advantage of this, using the guise of a "test" to recruit him into his ranks.

"Hasn't the test been enough? Even with the help of Servants, escaping this far from your pursuit is something that not everyone can do."

Lancelot didn't slack off much before Mash revealed her true identity. Even by his standards at that time, Fujimaru Ritsuka had done a good enough job as a Master.

"It's not enough. You understand that such power is simply insufficient to reach the End Singularity."

Fujimaru Kyoya was well aware that he was somewhat obsessed, but he didn't feel anything was wrong with it. Even though he simulated several lives, he never reached that state of absolute transcendence.

He is still human, and as long as he is human, he will have selfish desires.

Fujimaru Kyoya's personal desire is very simple: he hopes that his family can live a peaceful and stable life. It's that simple wish.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Even if there is a mistake, the mistake lies with the world, with this world that puts underage girls on the mission of saving the world.

"But I still choose to believe in hope. I faced my own heart and knew that what we are doing now is wrong."

A clear light shone on the pristine lake, and dense magical energy compressed on the sword, causing powerful destruction. This was Lancelot's Noble Phantasm.

"Shining like the surface of water, burning fiercely, my holy sword!"

The water started to burn.

Unlike Fujimaru Kyoya's anger, Lancelot's burning passion was a fighting spirit, a determination not to stand idly by any longer.

In the past, in order to bring about King Arthur's defeat, he was forced to watch helplessly as his beloved met his inevitable end in his homeland. This time, Lancelot absolutely will not allow such a thing to happen.

"Bound and shackles severed, the lake's shimmering light shines through!"

"Running water never stagnates, and a frequently used door hinge never rusts."

Faced with this well-prepared sword strike, Fujimaru Kyoya's Flowing Water Sword was not fully charged, and its power was naturally inferior to Lancelot's when used prematurely.

"Boom!"

The two Noble Phantasms clashed, and both were blasted away by the force of the other's attack. Lancelot, not wanting to continue the fight, used the force to quickly create distance and chase after his daughter.

After all, compared to his daughter, the battle seemed less important.

Fujimaru Kyou didn't press the matter. He understood that if he went any further, he would be in the Pharaoh's territory, and he couldn't snatch the person from the Great Composite Temple of Radiance.

Have I become the kind of person I hate?

Fujimaru Kyoya calmed down. He recalled his impulsive actions after seeing his sister and could only manage a helpless smile in the end.

He used to hate this "I'm doing this for your own good" approach to education.

But when their positions were reversed, he realized he wasn't much better off.

Human beings' so-called "growth" is nothing more than the process of becoming the kind of person they hate.

When youth fades, when responsibilities weigh on you, when you can no longer just look after yourself.

Responsibility, duty, family, love...

"This is so heavy, is this what life is like?"

Fujimaru Kyoya embarked on his journey back to the Holy City, but his steps were slow, as if he were being carried by a heavy burden.

Chapter 135 I Promise You a Moment of Brilliance 12/102

The air within the holy city was heavy.

This campaign, which was originally a sure thing, suffered huge losses due to a series of changes.

“I understand. Mordred and Tristan’s sacrifice will not have been in vain. As long as this city stands, no one can defeat us.”

Lengominiad calmly analyzed the current situation.

The Mountain Elder's early arrival led to Mordred and Tristan's defeat, and the Chaldea group's return from the deep mountains to the desert suggests they still didn't want to give up Ramses II's help.

If these combat forces were integrated...

"Ramses II, the Old Man of the Mountain, Vortigern, Lancelot..."

Even though Agraven didn't include the Hassans and Chaldea in his fighting force, these things were already enough to give him and his team a headache.

"With the King's blessing, I should be able to slow down the old man of the mountain."

Gao Wen volunteered to face one of the enemy's strongest fighters. With the protection of "Never-Night," he was under the blazing sun wherever he was.

At triple power, Gawain has a fighting chance against anyone.

“Lancelot’s rebellion this time is unforgivable. If this traitor dares to set foot in the Holy City, Agraven will present the traitor’s head to the King.”

Under normal circumstances, Agraven would not have said such an overconfident thing, but this is the Holy City, the Holy City he built himself. As long as the Lion King takes away the blessing from Lancelot, Agraven is absolutely confident that he can lead the enemy to hell.

"And you, Lloyd?"

Rungominiad looked at Fujimaru Kyoya; she had already healed his injuries, and he should now be able to unleash his full power.

"I will stay by your side."

Fujimaru Kyoya understood that no matter what Chaldea wanted to do, their ultimate goal was Rungominiad, and all he had to do was wait for it to come to them.

"Alright, then everything remains the same."

Rungomminiad felt neither fear nor apprehension, and even as the balance of power began to shift, she would not back down.

She would not hesitate to prove that this civilization once existed.

"Come on, Lloyd."

The knights retreated, while Rungomniyade ordered Fujimaru Kyoya to stay by his side at all times.

"You said it yourself, that you would stay by my side, just like back then."

"I understand, I'll do whatever you say."

Fujimaru Kyoya followed behind Rungomminiad, but even the inhuman Rungomminiad could sense that the other was distracted.

"Isn't it a waste to squander the last bit of relaxation before the big battle?"

Upon reaching the highest point of the holy city, the setting sun shone on their faces, and a gentle breeze eased the previously oppressive atmosphere.

"You care a lot about those people in Chaldea?"

"Ah."

Fujimaru Kyo didn't deny it, after all, everyone had seen his performance clearly these past few days.

“I know that what I did was not right.”

With the appearance of Fujimaru Kyoya, fragments of memories would occasionally surface in Rungomminiad's mind, as if the body was gradually coming back to life.

The voice told Lengominiad that what she was doing was wrong.

"I used to have no concept of right and wrong, but now that I do, I don't plan to go back, because I'm not human and I can't understand that feeling."

Humans are too weak, and because of this weakness, they have struggled with countless predicaments since their birth, constantly fighting against things stronger than themselves.

Countless people were knocked down in this process, but those who were not knocked down shone brightly.

"But I made my decision."

Rungominiad looked at Fujimaru Kyoya, her expression changing as if something was awakening within her.

This feeling made Fujimaru Kyoya feel dazed, as if he could see the stubborn girl who said "I want them all" appear in front of him again.

"We have the possibility of having it all, don't we?"

Rungominiad looked into the distance; she could already sense the unusual activity at the desert temple. Clearly, the Pharaoh had finally made a decision after being persuaded by Chaldea.

"The original plan remains unchanged, but I want to preserve these people as specimens in advance, so that even if this singularity is corrected, the specimens can still be preserved."

"This requires a lot of extra power."

Fujimaru Kyoya frowned. This choice was completely contrary to Rungomminiad's rationality as a god... Artoria, have you returned?

“That’s right. I will use all my magic and will be unable to move for a while. I need your protection.”

Revealing one's most vulnerable side to a human is absolutely not something a god should do, yet Rungomminiad did it.

I don't know why, I just want to do it.

"This time, it will be you again to protect me, to protect the last insurance of humanity after the fire is burned. Lloyd, are you willing to fight for me?"

Even if I have failed before?

Fujimaru Kyouya asked rhetorically.

What kind of last guardian of the Age of Gods is he? He's nothing but a loser. Has Rungomminiad gone mad? Entrusting such an important task to a loser.

"I grant you a moment of glory, to guard the temple in your heart."

Rungominiad gently tiptoed and kissed Fujimaru Kyoya on the forehead, and a familiar feeling immediately welled up inside Fujimaru Kyoya.

That was a blessing from Lengominiad.