In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"So... you think I'm easy to bully, right?"

Luo Wei covered his face, actually not really wanting to pay attention to this brat.

Isn't that obvious?

Mordred looked at Rowe with an air of self-righteousness.

After all, everyone else was a knight, and he was the only one dressed as an alchemist. His only weapon was a ceremonial sword. You could tell at a glance that he was just a pretty face. His only function was probably to throw a few fireballs and do some research in his workshop.

But what use are scholars on the battlefield?!

"Actually, I'm a pretty easygoing person, and I also care a lot about avoiding bad luck and seeking good fortune. It doesn't matter which side I support, after all, I'm not a Knight of the Round Table."

Rowe stroked his chin and said with a hint of amusement, "But you have to tell me your specific setup. If it's just the two of us supporting the Lion King and we get ganged up on by a bunch of other knights, I'm not going to do something that would be a loss."

"Haha, you're such a fickle person! But your honesty is really good, I like it."

"Don't worry, our numbers and strength are definitely stronger than theirs. I, Gawain, Tristan, Gareth, Lancelot, Gawain, and Agravivan are all here. This time, Galahad and Lanmarok did not respond to the summons. Now, only Kay and Percival are slightly stronger on the other side; the rest are not worth mentioning."

Upon hearing Rowe's question, Mordred, that silly deer, didn't suspect a thing and actually revealed their lineup directly.

If Agruven were here, he would probably be so angry at this little fool that he'd have a stroke.

As expected, it's this configuration again...

Upon hearing this, Rowe nodded. This setup was the same as the original Chapter Six; he had seen everyone except Gareth, who was later killed by Gawain.

Judging from their combat strength, they are indeed much stronger than Kai's side. It seems that these Knights of the Round Table are willing to be sinners alongside the Lion King.

"Alright, alright, you've said too much. You've asked all the questions you needed to ask."

Mordred asked him, "Tell me your choice, magician: will you submit or be killed by me?!"

As she spoke, dark red lightning began to surge from her demonic sword. If Rowe refused, she would definitely kill him today.

"If that's the case, then there's only one answer!"

"Oh, so you're joining too? That's great! We'll be teammates from now on."

Mordred has already tacitly agreed that Rowe is going to join them.

"Come closer, I have something else I want to tell you."

Luo Wei smiled slightly, but said nothing. Then he beckoned her with his finger, gesturing for her to come closer.

"What?"

Mordred frowned, annoyed by Rowe's suspenseful behavior.

"Shh, keep your voice down. Walls have ears, be careful not to let others hear. I have a brilliant plan that will surely subdue those dissidents and win the Lion King's favor, but it can only be heard by you."

"Huh? A brilliant plan?!"

Mordred was taken aback when he heard what Rowe said.

"Yes, that's precisely why we need to be careful, Sir Mordred. As the son of the Lion King and the next king of Britain, you must be vigilant. Even on the battlefield, you cannot let your guard down easily, understand?"

Lowell answered matter-of-factly.

"Ah? Oh...you're right! I am the son of the Emperor, I understand this principle! I certainly won't let my guard down easily on the battlefield. You're right to remind me of this, I'll make you my strategist then."

Rowe's words flattered Mordred, hitting her sweet spot. She put away her weapon and approached him happily.

At that moment, what Luo Wei really wanted to say was: 'No, you don't understand at all. Because you, you silly deer, have been completely fooled by me.'

'How can there be such gullible people?'

"Come on, tell me, what's your plan?"

Mordred patted his breastplate, making a clanging sound, then gestured for Rowe to come closer. Later, seemingly realizing that they were all partners now, it would be impolite to continue wearing a helmet, so he generously removed it, making Rowe a little embarrassed.

This child is so innocent... that he even felt a little guilty.

Gently removing her helmet, Mordred revealed her true face. Her golden hair was as dazzling as wheat in an autumn field. Her beautiful face was identical to Artoria's, except that her temperament was more wild than Artoria's heroic spirit, like a fledgling lion.

"Hehe, are you stunned? My father and I look exactly alike. This is proof of my status as the crown prince."

Mordred boasted smugly, then peeked her little ear at Rowe, indicating that he could tell her any plans he had.

'Actually, you look exactly like Morgan.'

"I think to myself," Lowe thought to himself, but he still cooperated by pressing his lips to Mordred's ear.

"Well, esteemed Knight Mordred, my plan is quite simple, it is actually just..."

As Lowe spoke, one foot had already quietly tripped Mordred behind him, and the other hand was also secretly touching her blonde hair, making it look like they were arm in arm.

As a bloodline descendant who inherited part of Artoria's intuitive abilities, Mordred naturally noticed Lovi's actions. But putting his arm around her shoulder—isn't that the kind of intimate gesture only close friends do?

Since the other party has recognized him so much, there's no problem with putting his arm around them. Anyone who acknowledges him and is willing to be on his side is a good brother. Compared to Agravure and Gawain, who looked down on him, Tristan and his gang are much better.

'Hehe...Once I've truly captured all those traitors and achieved great merit, I'll definitely reward my good brother handsomely, and we'll all receive Father's commendation together.'

Mordred was already fantasizing about being praised by the Lion King.

However, upon seeing this, Lowe couldn't help but burst out laughing. He then grabbed Mordred's ear with one hand and shouted, "You big idiot!!"

"Ouch!! Don't grab my ear, it hurts!"

Mordred couldn't help but scream when his ear was suddenly twisted, the sharp, tingling sensation causing him to yell out.

As the loud voice echoed in her ears, she suddenly realized that she had just been deceived by Luo Wei.

"Damn it!!"

Mordred was about to distance herself and tear the magician who had deceived her feelings and mocked her to pieces when Rowe suddenly exerted force with his right leg, combined with twisting her ear tightly with his left hand and pulling her hair with his right. Mordred felt a sudden surge of pain, but it was too late.

boom! !

In the blink of an eye, under the immense force, she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Even her helmet was kicked away by Luo Wei, who kicked it a considerable distance away, giving her a second chance to break through.

Although no magic was used, the saint's physique allowed him to inflict considerable damage even on a Heroic Spirit.

"You bastard!!"

Mordred, who had fallen face-first into the mud, was completely enraged. She gritted her teeth and tried to get up, wanting to teach Rowe a lesson. But the next moment, Rowe stomped on her back, the powerful force pushing her back down.

Mordred was about to unleash her magic when, in the next instant, she heard a clang! as Rowe's evil ritual dagger was planted directly in the ground about a centimeter from her nose, startling her so much that she quickly suppressed her magic.

"Behave yourself, or I'll send you back to the Throne of Heroes."

Mordred's instincts told her that if she dared to act recklessly again, this ritual dagger, which she had previously looked down upon, could very well pierce her head, and the shadow of death instantly engulfed her mind.

Finished!

It crashed!

Mordred looked desperate. She knew she was doomed this time. If Rowe made the slightest move, her life would immediately return to the Throne of Heroes.

However, Rowe didn't make a move, because killing this silly deer here would undoubtedly incur the hatred of the other Knights of the Round Table. After all, they hadn't completely broken ties and started fighting amongst themselves yet. If he, an outsider, killed Mordred, he might become the target of both sides' anger, so it wasn't worth it at all.

Although he struggled to defeat the Lion King, it didn't mean he had a hard time dealing with Mordred. That little fool, even if a few of them came at once, would just be easy prey for him. Even if he let him go, it wouldn't have much of an impact.

"Alright, game over."

Lovi lifted his foot and pulled out his ceremonial short sword from the ground. He then looked at Mordred lying on the ground with a smile. This scene reminded him of the time he kicked Artoria, so he couldn't help but laugh.

He sneered, "Little lion cub, you're far from threatening me. When I was beating up your father and mother, you were still lying on a board in the corner of the Throne of Heroes."

"Also, you need to stay vigilant on the field and not trust others too easily. Consider this a lesson I've taught you."

Rowe dusted himself off, not forgetting to leave Mordred a word of advice before turning and leaving.

Mordred, belatedly realizing what had happened, took a while to recover from the fear of death. She immediately gripped her magic sword, stood up abruptly, and looked in the direction where Rowe had left. But by then, the black figure had already disappeared into the distance.

This infuriated Mordred, and her defiant roars echoed throughout the ruins.

"You damned liar! I will never let you get away with this!!"

However, her response was the sudden collapse of the enormous cross on the dilapidated church above her head.

boom!

In just a brief moment, she was buried alive in the ruins.

"Don't curse the Holy Son in the Holy City, you silly boy. The one above him is very petty."

Noticing the commotion behind him, Luo Wei sighed helplessly and continued walking away.

Mordred, who had just been deceived by Rowe and so easily subdued, lay in the ruins once again, seething with hatred.

What a shame!

This is an absolute disgrace!!

She will definitely get her revenge!!

She'll remember that damn guy!

Speaking of which, um...

What was that guy's name again?

Mordred suddenly realized that he had forgotten to ask Lowe's name.

Doesn't that mean...?

She started calling him "brother" without even knowing his name, and then got beaten up for no reason. Didn't she even know who he was?!

Thinking of this, her face instantly turned even uglier.

I really acted like a fool just now.

……

Meanwhile, Rowe, who had been scavenging in the holy city of Jerusalem, found quite a few good things.

Whether it's the Shroud of the Dead or other items, there are quite a few things with historical and magical value. It has to be said that this place truly deserves its reputation as a former holy city of the Church of Christ.

Unfortunately... it has been completely destroyed.

Apart from the cardinal who saw him as if he were witnessing a miracle, all the other living people were dead.

Perhaps out of compassion, or perhaps influenced by his own saintly nature, he collected all their corpses, then purified them in a fire and performed a mass for their souls.

Seemingly noticing the firelight on his side, Luo Wei turned around and saw a figure standing behind him.

However, the other party was not Mordred, who had come to provoke a fight, but Sir Kay, who had just returned from elsewhere.