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

"It's ending so soon, senior."

Mashu carried her shield as she walked, speaking to Ritsuka beside her.

"Yes, it's amazing that all this was done in just four days. I never would have dared to dream of it before. I think the doctors can feel a little more at ease now."

"[You'd better not disturb him. Seeing that you're all safe and sound, Romani is already sound asleep in his chair.]"

On the other side of the screen, Leonardo da Vinci draped a blanket over Roman and said with a smile.

"By the way... where is Senior Luo Wei?"

Ritsuka immediately realized that something seemed to be missing.

"Oh, Benefactor Luo Wei just said he was going to use the restroom. But... it's been several minutes already? Why hasn't he returned yet?"

The Tripitaka Master was also somewhat surprised.

Meanwhile, Artoria, who had been cheerfully standing to the side, seemed to realize something was amiss. She hurriedly tore open the invitation that Lovi had just given to everyone, and sure enough, it said—

[I'm going to Agravín to retrieve someone. You guys wait for me at the pyramids. I'll be back soon to meet up with you. Don't worry about me for now.]

—Love Crowley.

"..."

"That forgetful bastard!!"

Artoria angrily drew her sword, wanting to rush back and bring that forgetful guy back, but he had long since disappeared into the vast desert. In the end, she could only feel a surge of impotent rage, secretly keeping this grudge in her heart, waiting to settle the score when he returned.

Upon seeing this, Bedivere, who was standing to the side, revealed a gentle smile.

They have such a good relationship.

It seems I don't need to worry about Wang being wronged, because it's definitely someone else who's being wronged.

For a sinner like myself, such a beautiful ending is truly—

So extravagant...

……

……

On the other side, in the white city, which was clearly capable of deflecting all malicious attacks on the pristine city, it could not stop the person in front of it in the slightest.

Even the invincible Knight Gawain, who was known as invincible during the day, was blasted away an unknown distance the moment he encountered him.

This should be a beautiful city, but now it is littered with the corpses of many knights.

The beautiful meadows and pristine white brick roads were littered with corpses, and in one place, they were piled up like a small mountain, resembling a slaughterhouse.

There seemed to be something pressing down beneath the small mountain of corpses, and at the same time, two people were standing beside the mountain of corpses.

"Barbatos, Floros, have you found them?"

As Goetia strolled through the streets of the chalk city he had invaded, he asked his two companions what had happened.

"There is the aura of a king... The king has been here."

Rafe Floros responded immediately, but Barbatos said something else.

“I interrogated several residents, but none of them had ever seen the king.”

"That's normal. After all, we were able to infiltrate so easily. If the King were to enter, how could these useless people possibly notice?"

“You’re right, Floros.”

Barbatos did not deny this.

"The next step is to keep searching. We have to find Wang no matter what!"

Rafe Floros's tone was incredibly firm.

"Well, we should go. That guy's here."

While the two were talking, Getia suddenly turned her head and looked toward the direction of the royal palace.

At this moment, the pure white figure standing atop the palace was coldly watching them, and then the holy spear in his hand was released without warning, containing the power to pierce the earth.

If it were only Floros and Barbatos, they would have been killed by now.

But this time—

Goetia simply raised his hand, and a massive magical barrier stretched across half of Camelot, the powerful barrier unwaveringly blocking the Star Anchor's attack.

"The Star Anchor? It's just a boring little toy. The so-called Goddess of the Wild Hunt is nothing but a foolish woman with naive fantasies. Now, you can continue to indulge in your meaningless fantasies until you drown..."

Faced with the Lion King, Goetia had no interest in continuing to entangle with her.

The incineration spell was not fully completed, and he carried less stuff and Demon Pillars this time than he did when the Fourth Singularity appeared, so his abilities were severely limited. A decisive battle with the Lion King would be too taxing on his abilities.

His purpose in coming here was not to play around with these dying people; finding Solomon was his top priority, so—

"It's time to leave, Floros, Barbatos."

"it is good."

"As ordered."

With a call from Getia, the remaining two figures disappeared without hesitation, leaving behind only the ruined Ideal Land.

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Chapter 204 He Infiltrated

Near a dark fortress situated on barren, scorched earth, several hundred charioteers stood guard over the surrounding area.

After finishing their maintenance work for the day, the special personnel responsible for maintaining and repairing these purgatory knights walked out of the dark castle behind them in groups.

Living in such a depressing environment for a long time has made their mental state not very good, and now even going out for some fresh air is a rare relaxing activity.

"That concludes today's work..."

"It's all over, and there's only a patrol mission left. I wonder when this will ever end."

The two sat on the steps and began to chat idly, each taking turns saying a sentence. Their eyes were fixed on the distance, where dozens of righteous knights were patrolling nearby, along with the black walls and the yellow desert in the distance. However, compared to before, there were a few more plants on this scorched land, which made it seem more vibrant.

Watching these green shoots grow, they were filled with emotion.

The distance from here to Camelot is neither too far nor too close; it's located relatively close to the desert, towards the direction of the Pharaoh's Great Temple. It's an outpost situated on the enemy's attack route, effectively defending against the Sphinx's army. It can be considered Agraven's advance defensive preparation for a future battle.

There are many such "fortresses" on the land that was originally called Jerusalem. They were all built one by one by Agravivan according to his own plan and had different uses.

Of course, the place they were in was not only responsible for preparing supplies for the knights and observing the enemy outposts, but it was also the most heavily guarded of the many prisons built by the Iron Agraven. If a soldier was assigned to work here, his life would be "blessed". His life would be no different from spending time in prison with the prisoners. And the two of them were such unlucky but fortunate souls.

"Speaking of which... do you know about the prisoner that Sir Agraven brought back not long ago...?"

Since it was time for fresh air, the two soldiers no longer needed to be so dutiful, so they sat on the steps and started chatting openly.

"Oh, that assassin was from the Mountain People's side, right? I remember after the Holy Battle that day, Knight Tristan killed an enemy named Smoke-Drunken Hassan, while Knight Agraven captured another Hassan who intended to assassinate the Lion King. But I really didn't expect this..."

"Didn't expect anything?"

"I don't understand what those mountain people are thinking. They actually appointed such a young girl as one of their leaders and even sent her to assassinate the Lion King. Those guys definitely have some problems with their brains. No wonder they always clashed with the priests in Jerusalem."

“Yes, heretics are really hard to understand, but actually, Agravan is even more terrifying than that girl…”

One of the soldiers seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said with lingering fear.

The moment Agravan's name was mentioned, even the soldier who was chatting with him immediately changed his expression. He shrank back, carefully looked around, and then lowered his voice to speak.

"Could it be... that you witnessed Agguivin's torture methods before?"

Upon hearing about Agguivin's interrogation methods, the already pale-faced soldier shuddered as if in a nightmare, and cautiously answered.

“I saw some. Earlier, Agravan asked me to take the Cautious Knights, who had just been inspected, to arrange the defenses. When I passed by the interrogation room, I glanced at it out of curiosity, just a glance out of curiosity…”

"In short, I remember that when the girl was captured, she was still very energetic and had a very strong will. But when I saw her for the second time, Agraven had cut away all the flesh from her body, leaving only a skeleton with skin. Her eyes looked like they had been gouged out, as empty as a dead person's. Because of that scene, I haven't eaten all day today."

"Ah? This is truly terrifying... No wonder he's known as the interrogation expert who can make hippos talk. Iron-Blooded Agraven lives up to his name. How did we end up working here? It would be so much better if we could stay in Camelot and serve the Knights of Gawain. So—that little girl named Serenity Hassan is dead? After all, judging from your description, even if she were a Heroic Spirit, she couldn't possibly be alive."

"No, she didn't die, and that's the scariest part."

The soldier shook his head and continued, "That Silent Hassan has an exceptionally strong will. Even after being tortured like this, she has not revealed the information that Knight Agraven wants to know: the 'Prophet of the Mountain People' and the 'enemy who invaded Camelot yesterday.' So Agraven began to use magic to heal her, just to keep her alive, and then continue to torture and interrogate her... Today is almost the seventh day."

"Ugh……"

At this point in the conversation, the two soldiers sighed and silently mourned for the quiet Hassan. After all, they felt a pang of pity for him, who had been tortured so horribly.

However, they mostly felt that Silent Hassan was doing something futile.

No one in this world can withstand Agravan's torture and interrogation, whether they are devout priests, brave soldiers, or even heroic spirits. They will one day cry out to Agravan for mercy, choose to submit, and ask him to grant them death. The only difference will be the condition of their bodies.

From the moment that purple-haired girl was brought in, her fate was sealed; all she was doing now was prolonging the pain her body was enduring.

But that's really unexpected...

"No matter how much Agravan asked about the Mountain People's Prophet, the girl said she didn't know, and her tone didn't seem to be faking it."

"After all, they are well-trained assassins... Although they look very young, they are much stronger than us."

"What kind of prophet are you talking about? I remember the prophets in Islamic scriptures communicate with the saints of Christianity, right? Could it be the legendary one..."

“Shut up! Although we used to live in Jerusalem, that’s all in the past. Since we’ve chosen to live a life of ignominy, we might as well abandon our faith. I don’t want to be arrested as a traitor by Agukwen.”

When this sensitive and dangerous topic was brought up, one of the soldiers immediately stopped him from continuing the discussion.

Whether it's the resurrection of Jesus or the reincarnation of Moses, it has nothing to do with them now.

After all, they had already surrendered when Jerusalem was captured and became Camelot's soldiers, also known as the mortal auxiliary army.

Even if a saint were to reappear, they would still be beyond redemption, since they were already traitors when they surrendered.

"Forget it, we're not disciples, much less devout believers. We were just trying to make a living in Jerusalem before, and now we're practically Judas. Even if the Holy One returns, our fate will only be hell. Let's just live for now and try to survive. Small people shouldn't think so much."

"Yes, let's just work honestly. At least when we submit to the Lion King, we can at least eat our fill and continue to eke out a living."

"Yes, this is the tragedy of ordinary people..."