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

However, his acting was a complete mess. Almost any soldier could tell from just a brief encounter that Agukwen had become somewhat amiable today.

He discovered this as soon as he slipped through the door.

However, due to Agravan's usual harsh rule, apart from the Knights of the Righteousness, the rest of the soldiers, who were all recruited from refugees, had no respect or loyalty to him whatsoever. They were just here to clock in and out, and even if they discovered it, it was none of their business; they would just pretend they didn't see it.

This resulted in the purgatory knights not noticing, while the human soldiers noticed but chose not to intervene.

As a result, an Agguwen face could move unimpeded and silently infiltrate the depths of his stronghold.

So he found it quite boring.

Strict military discipline is a good thing; the more disciplined the army, the stronger it is. However, everything has its limits. Once those limits are exceeded, it will only lead to the opposite of what is desired.

It's no wonder that although Agravure and Bedivere were both King Arthur's right-hand men, Artoria preferred to appoint Bedivere. Their personalities determined this, and Agravure found it difficult to entrust him with important responsibilities.

"Quiet—hey, wake up."

Finally, after completely binding Agravan, Rowe arrived below the suspended, serene Hassan.

At this moment, Jingmi's slender body was bound by several black chains, completely unable to move, and her consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

These chains are not ordinary chains, but rather instruments of torture specifically designed for Heroic Spirits. Once bound, the spells on them will continuously absorb your magical energy and then transmit it to the ground along the chains. They can be considered a major weapon against Servants.

"You are……?"

Silent Hassan groggily opened her bloodshot eyes and saw Rowe standing below her.

"You can just call me the Prophet; I'm here to save you."

As he spoke, Rowe was about to put the Tranquil Hassan down from above his head.

"A prophet? No... don't touch me..."

Silent Hassan looked down at Rowe, who was introducing himself, with great difficulty, trying to stop him from touching him. But Rowe had already projected several throwing knives that severed the chains, and then tightly embraced the falling Silent Hassan in his arms.

"Be careful, your body is on the verge of breaking down. It's a miracle you've lasted this long."

She wasn't thrown to the ground, but the impact of the fall still briefly knocked out her already weakened consciousness. Seeing this, Luo Wei could only reach out and use his miracle to quickly heal her injuries.

Taking advantage of this moment, Rowe glanced at the unconscious Agravivan beside him, raised his hand, and prepared to finish the guy off right there.

This was not for such a naive reason as to avenge Silent Hassan, as he had only just met Silent Hassan.

Since they are enemies, there's no question of showing mercy.

Unlike the rebellious duo of Lancelot and Mordred, Agrave's loyalty was truly stronger than the walls of Camelot. Once he chose to pledge allegiance to the Lion King, he would never change his mind and could not be won over.

However, just as he was about to finish off his opponent, a special magical power descended upon the fortress. After sensing the extremely familiar magical power behind him, Luo Wei could only silently withdraw his hand.

"You've arrived just in time, Artoria."

Looking back, he saw the phantom of the Lion King silently watching him, and that look in his eyes undoubtedly said something.

"You really do favor this guy. You didn't even show up when I lifted Mordred's blessing, and you only appeared when I was about to finish him off? Mordred is crying because of your favoritism!"

"..."

The Lion Queen ignored Loewy's teasing and calmly said, "Agraven cannot die. Camelot cannot do without him at present."

Camelot is now in complete disarray thanks to the Magic King, and it will be difficult to stabilize the situation without Agravivan's governance.

"So you want me to let him go? If I don't agree, you'll throw the Holy Lance this way and wipe me out too, right?"

"Yes."

The Lion King's answer was also straightforward.

“One for one.” Rowe pointed to the serene Hassan in his arms, then to the unconscious Agravwen on the ground not far away, making a concession.

“I’ll take the tranquility with me, and leave Agravivan behind. You may depart now.”

Without any response or further communication, the Lion King's phantom vanished, and the expected divine punishment did not materialize. As long as she sensed that Agravan was still alive, she would not unleash the divine punishment.

Agravan's death was forcibly interrupted by his service to the gods, and he was still able to live to the end.

However, while he couldn't kill him, Luo Wei could still manage to leave behind some small items. This lesson would probably be one he would never forget.

"Just enjoy it, Agraven."

……

Not long after, on the wasteland surrounding the castle, after miraculously transferring a portion of his life and magic to Tranquil Hassan to heal her injuries, Rowe carried her on his back and continued their journey across the wasteland.

The stars overhead were sparse, and although the wilderness stretched endlessly beneath my feet, it had regained its earthy color, a far cry from the previous darkness. Even the night wind had taken on a different feel.

Although it was still cool, it didn't feel bitterly cold or chilly; instead, it felt refreshingly cool and comfortable from the bottom of one's heart.

This is a good change...

"Is he still alive...?"

"Of course, you are still alive, and the whole world is still alive too."

Responding to the still Hassan who had just regained consciousness, Rowe smiled and said, clearly in a good mood, leaving shallow footprints on the wasteland.

"No, it's you... You clearly touched me, but why..."

Lowe could tell that the quiet Hassan lying on his back sounded very surprised, but there was also a lot of joy in his voice.

"It's probably because my constitution is a bit special, and in terms of compatibility, you are definitely inferior to me, so your poison won't affect me. However, it does feel a bit numb and tingly when I touch it."

Luo Wei smiled slightly. The feeling was like someone tickling him, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Anyway, now is not the time to discuss these things. Are you thirsty?"

He placed the serene Hassan, which he had been carrying on his back, on the ground, and then Rowe stretched out his arm.

"Come on, bite it open."

"...?"

Hassan's eyes were filled with confusion.

"I can use miracles to give you a part of my life force and injuries, but not my magic. You are too weak right now. Even if you sign a contract, it will take some time to recover. Using bodily fluids to replenish your magic is the fastest way."

"Body, bodily fluids... replenish mana!!"

Upon hearing this, Silent Hassan blushed, but when she saw Rowe's outstretched arm, she immediately realized that she had misunderstood.

"...I understand, thank you."

Silent Hassan carefully used his fangs to cut a wound on Rowe's arm, and bright red liquid began to flow down his arm. However, the expected smell of blood did not appear. Instead, the aroma of wine filled the entire wasteland.

"What...what is this?"

"My blood is also wine. Anyway, drink it. This blood is very special. If you don't drink it quickly, your wound may heal."

After a moment's hesitation, Silent Hassan blushed and pressed his lips to Rowe's wound, gently sucking as he experienced the wonderful feeling of human contact.

After a few breaths, her face regained its color, the magic power that had been drained was replenished, and her stiff body finally regained sensation.

"Would you like to form a contract with me next? Although your magic power has been restored, it should be much easier for you if I were to support you."

"Okay, okay, I'm willing."

Looking at the hand extended by Rowe, Hassan, who was still somewhat reluctant to leave, pursed his tongue and then completed the Servant Contract with Rowe.

“Um… are you really Moses? Although I’ve heard of the prophet’s legends, I feel you should be more like Jesus, and the aura you exude is closer to…”

"Crus?"

Silent Hassan slowly stood up. After a week, she spread her arms and breathed in the fresh air again. At the same time, she looked at Rowe in front of her and said in a very low voice.

"Compared to Cursed Arm and Madman, you are more intelligent, Silent Hassan. I am truly sorry, but in order to better lead you, I borrowed the name of Musa. You are right, I am more like Isa than Musa, because I am the Isa of this generation, or rather, his successor. The previous Son of God is now one with the Holy Father and the Holy Spirit, and he can now be called my father."

Lowe did not deny it; he explained his situation very frankly.

"I did not mean to deceive you. Because of the Old Testament, I do have some characteristics of your sect. Although I am a Christian walking among the people, I have no prejudice against Christianity or Islam. After all, God has never asked mankind to sacrifice to Him. On the contrary, He strongly rejects idolatry. Man is man. There is no need to distinguish between them or attack each other."

"I suppose Hassan, who listens to the will of God, your first lord, understood this, which is why he acknowledged me and was willing to entrust you to me."

There was no blood left on Lowe's arm. He gently pulled Silent Hassan up and walked alongside her.

"In short, thank you for holding on until now. But from now on, rest assured. Now that I'm here, carrying on the trust of my father and King Hassan, I will do my best to ensure that everyone survives this world and prevent its destruction."

Although it was just a calm account, without any special phenomena, and Silent Hassan had never witnessed Rowe's true strength, she genuinely wanted to believe in him.

Is this some kind of special charm or leadership?

"Yes, Master."

Silent Hassan nodded and then obediently followed behind Rowe.

But looking at the endless wilderness before her, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"So... are we going to walk back?"

"No need, I brought my own transportation, it's just that the way I summoned it is a bit embarrassing..."

"Huh?"

Under Hassan's somewhat curious gaze, Lowe sighed, then, following the instructions of Ramses II, covered his face and struck a pose, before shouting—

"Powerful! Unbeatable! The strongest!!"

"My dignity, my soul! Appear! Incarnation of rage! Ruler of the skies! Father of terror—the Scorching Sand Sphinx!!"

"--Meow!!"

As Rowe chanted his incredibly embarrassing yet incredibly soulful summoning incantation, the Sand Sphinx, which had been playing with a ball in the nearby grass, seemed to have heard some command and came running towards them, then, completely disregarding the fact that its body had grown to over four meters long, hugged Rowe and rubbed against him.

"Alright, alright, you're not a cat, and stop rubbing against me... Besides, there's you, Quiet Hassan, you're too close, too close! Sit still, and stop rubbing against me! It's itchy."

Rowe shouted, somewhat speechless. He saw that the serene Hassan, who was sitting on the back of the hot sand sphinx, was clinging tightly to his back as if it were a precious treasure, and would occasionally rub against him.

"Is this what it feels like to be in contact with people? It's so warm and comfortable..."

"Fine, hug me if you want."

Seeing the poor child's eyes gradually redden and on the verge of tears, Luo Wei could only let her be.

He then patted the sand sphinx beneath him and began to gallop across the wasteland.

"—Target: The Great Temple, Attack!"

"Meow!!"

……