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

These were just his true feelings, so he didn't tell Agruven or anyone else. He would just stay here and wait silently for an answer.

"You... Fine, even if you don't want to tell me, I'll find the answer myself."

Agravwen shook his head. "It's a good thing that the calamity has disappeared. No matter what happens in this world, all we have to do is steadfastly protect the city of Camelot."

At this moment, realizing that the gorilla wouldn't speak no matter what, Agravan lost interest in wasting any more time, and Gawain was used to Agravan's silence. This right-hand man, personally selected by the Lion King, was different from the other knights; he was more of a civil official and messenger, a special existence.

"Gawain, what are your thoughts on the matter of the other king?"

After much deliberation, Agravan still found the appearance of another King Arthur to be more troublesome. So even though he had learned about this from Tristan and the soldiers, he still wanted to confirm the specific developments with Gawain.

"Actually, I'm very happy. After all, I was able to see the king who, although different from my memories, was still cheerful. I don't have any other thoughts."

"Is there really nothing left?"

“It’s all over now,” Gawain replied calmly. “If it were at the very beginning, upon meeting that queen, I would have absolutely abandoned the Lion King without hesitation to help her. I believe Tristan, Lancelot, and you would have done the same. But now it’s a done deal. I am loyal to the Lion King, and even if another queen appears, I will not betray her. You can rest assured about that for now, Agrave.”

"Okay, your words are enough."

Agravan nodded; he was satisfied with Gawain's answer.

Although the appearance of King Arthur caused his mind to buzz for a moment, he quickly sorted out his thoughts and made a choice.

Both the Lion King and King Arthur are their own kings. Even if they don't want to see them kill each other, there's nothing they can do. As a knight, all he can do is help the Lion King win, and then, after the victory, commit suicide to atone for his sins as a sacrifice to King Arthur.

However, all the Knights of the Round Table, including Gawain and Tristan, shared a common premise.

When Artoria attacks, they will absolutely not stop her. Even if they are on different sides, she is still a queen, so the only one who can fight her is the Lion King.

Besides that, there is one more thing—

"Gao Wenqing, the soldiers said that one of the chosen ones has escaped Camelot. Do you still remember that escapee?"

After confirming the most important thing, Agravan asked Gawain again about the information that had been passed around among the other soldiers.

After all, Luo Wei's departure was so blatant that it couldn't be kept secret at all.

Agravan said in a deep voice, "I've been dealing with the assassinations of the Hassans among the Mountain People and intelligence work these past few days, so I haven't been able to personally investigate this group of Saint-Baptists. But while I was away, two people happened to refuse the Saint-Baptist selection. One of them didn't enter Camelot, and the other entered but then left. Do you have any explanation or report on this situation? If you don't have an explanation, you can go to the Lion King to receive your punishment later."

"Do as you please, Agravan. The chosen one was received by the Lion King himself, and his departure was also permitted by the Lion King. If you have any complaints, you are welcome to ask the Lion King."

"I'll also summon Lancelot back later, just in case that guy causes any more trouble—wait, what did you just say?!"

In an instant, the belatedly aware Agravan suddenly realized that Gawain seemed to have said something extraordinary.

"Wait a minute... Gawain, how many days did the chosen one, who was personally summoned by the Lion King, stay? And why did the Lion King summon him personally?"

Agravan instinctively wanted to find the chosen one summoned by the Lion King, but he suddenly realized that the other person had left the day before he was to return.

Agraven immediately showed a look of stomach pain.

"The reason..."

Gawain was about to answer, but remembering that the Lion King had summoned her to her palace and was preparing for the wedding, and glancing at Agravain's serious face, he hesitated and quickly shook his head, replying, "I don't know."

"Don't know? Never mind... I'll go find the king myself and investigate—Lion King! Why are you here?"

"Well!"

Just as Agguwen was busily preparing to return to meet the Lion King, he turned around and suddenly saw that behind Gawain, the pure white Storm King had actually left the city on his own initiative.

Gawain was already somewhat used to it, having witnessed it twice already. Agraven, however, looked puzzled. Unless it was a specific day (the day she designated for the Holy Salvation, though Agraven's investigation revealed that the day coincided with the banquet held at the Camelot restaurant—a piece of information Agraven immediately dismissed), the Queen would remain in her palace, adjusting the Holy Lance and preparing for the upcoming voyage.

"Minister Agguiwen, what are the results of the land survey?"

The Lion King ignored Agravan's doubts and rode up to him to ask.

"Oh, Your Majesty, all the demons have vanished, and the accumulated calamities and curses have disappeared as well. The entire singularity is recovering, and the once-dead wastelands are sprouting new life. The food problem in Camelot and the search for the Chosen Ones outside will be greatly alleviated now. All we need to do is send Tristan out..."

“There’s no need for that anymore. The Saint’s Ritual is over. My only goal now is to win the agreement. Getting him is far more valuable than getting the others.”

The Lion Queen rejected Agravine's proposal to further expand the Saint Basilium's territory without hesitation. Having received the answer she sought, she turned to leave. However, after a moment's hesitation, Agravine couldn't help but ask the question that had been troubling him:

"Why? Your Majesty...why such a person? He is a foreigner, and he has betrayed you...it must be him who has shaken your will!"

"—"

Hearing Agravan's call from behind, the Lion King tightened the reins, and the white horse stopped, turning back to look at Agravan.

"No, he is the son of God who shattered the stars... that unique soul is the only one that can accompany me until eternity."

"But unfortunately, he cannot understand my will and is unwilling to be my comprehension. He has offered a second option, and in that case, I am willing to wait and see. Agravure, Gawain, show no mercy, treat him as an enemy, take him seriously. My ideals will never waver, and I also want to be sure who can truly represent the future of the world."

After saying this, the Lion King left the land that had been revived and strolled toward the white city.

"king……"

For some reason, Gawain felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness about the figure on horseback. And what exactly was the ideal she was willing to become the god of the Wild Hunt to achieve?

Perhaps he will never find the answer, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to follow the light of the Holy Lance and wield his sword.

—Let's fight well next time we meet, Crowley. It's not just the King who's curious; I'm curious about the future you've created too. Don't let me down.

Gawain glanced at Agguwen behind him, who had only been gone for four days but seemed to feel isolated upon his return. He smiled helplessly, while still hoping for the answer he longed to find in his heart. He shouldered his sword and strode away.

……

"Well."

When Luo Wei opened his tired eyes, a simple yet tidy room immediately came into view. This unfamiliar scene stunned him. It was more like a simple tent than a room. He heard a series of somewhat complicated but understandable sounds, so he twitched his ears and listened carefully.

Then he heard—

【Namo Ratna Trayaya. Namo Arya. Avalokiteshvara.】

"???"

Luo Wei couldn't help but feel a lot of questions.

That's strange. Let me listen to it again.

He continued to listen attentively.

[Bodhisattvaya. Mahasattvaya. Mahakarunikaya.]

It's confirmed; someone is performing a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife.

However, even if it's a ritual for the deceased, shouldn't it be like celebrating Mass for oneself according to the Bible? What exactly is this familiar Great Compassion Mantra?

Where did this come from?

Is this still in China?

How did they manage to kick me all the way from Jerusalem to the Great Thunder Temple?

After becoming a divine child, can one also become a Buddha?

Feeling unwell, Luo Wei forced himself to open his blurry eyes, and his mind began to replay the events of yesterday.

Yesterday, he purified the souls of the dead and, as the Son of God, bore the sins committed by the Lionheart King in this singularity—a true Good Friday for the Son of God.

In addition, he made a pact with the Lion King and then turned and left without hesitation.

He looks very handsome and dashing.

His behavior has a certain carefree quality, like the saying: "I came quietly, and I leave quietly; I wave my sleeves, without taking away a single cloud."

But showing off comes at a price. Things were going well at first. Under the expectant gaze of the God of War, Luo Wei walked home in the cold wind, leaning on his bare cane, while observing the world around him that had come back to life.

But halfway through, he suddenly realized that bearing the burden of sin was not just talk.

The evil of this world that had accumulated in his palm was like the demon that attacked the son of God back then, mercilessly assaulting his soul and body, allowing him to personally experience the pain and resentment that those who had died had suffered.

So much so that he kept going through excruciating pain, yet he kept walking forward.

Lowe called out to the creature above him, asking if it had any solutions, but the creature only said, "—This is the path you should take," and then vanished without a trace.

He could only endure it...

In the pitch-black hallucination, he had lost count of how many times he had died.

Finally, his body and soul were dragged into hell. In a daze, the ground beneath his feet turned crimson, filled with the smell of sulfur. Then, under the gaze of countless demons, he walked an unknown distance and for an unknown amount of time in hell. Every second and every breath was an unimaginable torment in the human world.

Souls trapped in hell endure unimaginable burning pain, suffering double torment in both body and soul, with no hope or solace, only endless despair.

"There, the insects never die, the fire never dies, and you can never stop."

But he had no choice but to continue walking, walking in front of those demons, even though they longed to rush up and tear his flesh apart. But the invisible force and the supreme will did not allow them to do so; they could only interfere through words and the environment.

It was through this ordeal that Luo Wei realized just how much of a calamity he was carrying had become—to a degree that could even distort the very gods.

However, just as he was beginning to sink deeper into despair, the blinding light of heaven descended upon hell, bringing him back before the eyes of countless demons.

In that light, Lovi saw many familiar figures; they were all people he had redeemed, people whose lives had been saved by faith and prayer.

Although they tried their best to invite him to enter heaven and enjoy peace, Lowe refused them, replying, "It's not the right time yet."

He then returned to the mortal realm in human form.

He had experienced a full-blown journey through Hell from Dante's Divine Comedy, and he had personally gone through it. The pain was etched into his mind, and he fainted once again along the way.

He opened his eyes and found himself in this unfamiliar tent. At first, the sound of Buddhist scriptures made Luo Wei think that he was in hell or heaven. After that, he did not return to the mortal world, but to the Great Thunder Temple in the Western Paradise.

However, after regaining his senses and clearing his mind, he turned his head away from the bed again.

"here it is……?"

He looked at the woman sitting on the ground chanting scriptures and gently asked her a question.

"Eh? You've woken up so quickly, benefactor? It really is Master's blessing. It seems my chanting has been effective."

Upon hearing the voice, the woman turned her head and looked over, put her hands together, and uttered a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, well done, well done."

The moment the woman turned around, Luo Wei saw her true face clearly—she looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long, straight black hair that reached her waist. She was tall and graceful. She was beautiful, with a respectful and gentle air about her, like a monk, but her attire was completely unlike that of a monk; she looked more like a celestial fairy.

only--

"Does your master use the Great Compassion Mantra to protect others?"

Luo Wei covered his head, then subconsciously replied, "I thought we had arrived at Mount Ling."

"Eh? You actually know the name of this Mahayana Buddhist teaching?"

"Ah... I've only heard a little about it. Anyway, thank you for treating my body."

Realizing that his body had been moved, he instinctively tried to check, but as he sat up, he suddenly felt pain all over his body.

Looking at his arm, he realized that the burn marks on his body had not completely disappeared. Although the burns were healing, it would obviously take some more time.