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

These emotions, which would never have appeared on her goddess face under any circumstances, were now appearing one after another, and her original nobility and transcendence as a deity were being shattered.

Subtly, the Lion King's lofty throne in heaven has been shaken, and her pure, white, and empty heart has been gradually filled with the things she once abandoned.

And what taught her about emotions was—

"The Hand of God!!"

"God's Demon-Slaying Fist!!"

"Demon-Slaying and World-Saving Fist!!!"

"—Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!!!"

A series of powerful moves arrived in an instant, accompanied by the sound of air being cut and the sharp wind of the fists. Although the skill names were just randomly shouted out, after disarming her, Luo Wei's fists really struck her body like a storm. Although they were not the kind of explosive force like magnetic field power, they were more of a variety of emotions and scenes that she had ignored.

Whether it was his own emotions or those of the dead, all those numerous and varied emotions were now using his body as a medium to strike out as far as possible, hitting the Lion King's body and, more importantly, her soul.

"Stop, stop—!"

The goddess's perfect body made the Lion King feel little physical pain from the blows, but the special attack superimposed on his soul caused her excruciating pain.

Something hidden deep within the soul seemed to be about to burst forth, and certain shackles within the heart began to shake silently at this moment.

'This can't be done, it won't do...'

The Lion Queen, who had never experienced any inner turmoil before, felt a new pulse rekindle in her long-dead heart under such circumstances. Faced with this situation, she could only grit her teeth, ignoring her body, which was beginning to turn black from the bottom up. In this final moment, she raised her red and black holy lance high, intending to shatter everything in front of her, because she sensed that Lovi was trying to defile her; he didn't want to kill her, but rather to corrupt her.

She simply could not accept that kind of thing, that kind of thing.

She could accept death, she could accept defeat, but she couldn't accept becoming the other side of herself.

and so--

"Holy Lance - Pull..."

Amidst the dark waves, the Lion King raised the Holy Lance, about to forcefully unleash it, but her hand suddenly paused at the next moment.

Immediately, the holy spear in his hand seemed to be shackled, unable to move, as if it were being stopped by some invisible special force, unable to exert its power.

The Holy Lance, which she had always held tightly in her hand and which was as much as part of her body, betrayed her at this crucial moment!

'How...how is this possible?'

The Lion King's eyes widened, utterly bewildered by this turn of events. But being a goddess, her millennia of experience and wisdom were not merely for show. In a mere instant, the Lion King guessed the answer and angrily cried out a name she hadn't uttered in countless years—

"King Arthur!!"

With a roar of anger, complex emotions began to surge forth, even to the point of complete loss of control. In that brief moment, the Lion King used his soul to delve into another dimension of his mind.

At this moment, in the space of consciousness, the once pure white tower was teetering on the verge of collapse, and the fierce storm it had stirred up was gradually subsiding. And the figure that should have disappeared long ago actually appeared here once again.

"It was you who was behind this all along."

The Lion King stared at the figure sitting at the foot of the tower at the end.

She was a unique being with the exact same face as the Lion King before her, but with different hair color and armor style. However, without a doubt, she was also Artoria.

The Lion King demanded, "Do you even exist anymore? Why are you interfering with me?!"

Artoria, dressed entirely in black, looked at the Lion King who appeared before her without saying much, only calmly speaking.

"You and I were originally one person... It was because I lacked the ability and means in the past that you appeared. I couldn't control anything at all. Now it's just that the lost feelings and memories have returned. It's you who are unable to fight seriously."

"And I have seen what you have done over the past thousand years for the so-called Tower of the End, not only causing the Knights of the Round Table to fight amongst themselves, but also killing so many innocent people. I feel deeply pained, ... and ... disappointed, and remorseful. King Arthur should not have done such things... Now it should all end."

"That's what the dark Artoria said, her eyes filled with disgust and regret as she looked at the Lion King."

If she were given another chance to go back to the day she picked up the Holy Lance, even if she couldn't find peace this time and was forever haunted in this world like a lost soul, she would never let the version of herself that had committed such a sin come out.

"Foolish! I am you, you and I are the same person! As King Arthur, you must prioritize the greater good and take saving all mankind as your responsibility! These principles are engraved in your soul, you should understand that too!"

"And you, now, are influencing me. The karma of killing I committed in the past is binding me, preventing me from using my full strength, and leaving me in this predicament!"

"Artoria, if you want to save humanity and Britain, then disappear right now!!"

The Lion Queen's condition has deteriorated again. All sorts of negative emotions have stained her inside and out with a completely opposite color, even her demeanor. At this moment, only she herself is unaware of the drastic changes in herself.

Seeing this, Artoria remained seated before the tower where the Holy Lance stood. She shook her head and said indifferently, "No, I no longer trust you."

"you……"

"And it is time for you to leave. Your end has come. Farewell, Lion King."

Artoria had no intention of continuing the conversation. She simply spoke her final words calmly, and then the Lion King was ejected from her consciousness. The Holy Lance in her hand remained dormant, devoid of any power. The Holy Lance had completely betrayed her.

At this moment, unable to even maintain a unified thought, she completely lost her goddess demeanor and became somewhat deranged. Compared to Artoria, her current state can be described as going from one extreme to another; if one had to describe it, she would be more like Morgan.

Furthermore, directly in front of her, Lovi, who had already guessed what was going on, saw the Lion King, who had completely changed, and knew that things were almost done.

and so--

"That's about it, it's time to end this."

Seeing this, Lovi smiled slightly, and then, to the Lion King's incredulous gaze, magic and life force began to surge uncontrollably behind him.

In the next instant, tens of thousands of illusory primordial spirits appeared simultaneously and charged toward the Lion King together with him.

Those souls were all saved by Lo Wei. They may have different beliefs, they may be of completely different races, and they may never have known each other. However, everyone who appeared here wanted to help Lo Wei and personally convey that injustice and pain to the Lion King.

Facing the power of an entire world and countless souls, how should the Lion King possibly stop it?

—It's over!!

The number of souls that had accumulated had reached infinity. Countless attacks relentlessly assaulted the Lion King's soul. The intense pain and the emotions of tens of thousands of people engulfed the Lion King like a flood.

A triple blow to the body, mind, and soul.

This caused the Holy Lance in the Lion King's hand to fly uncontrollably backward, and her body, which had been barely able to hold on thanks to the power of the Holy Lance, was now completely stained black along with her spirit.

The colors that belonged to the Lion King kept fading, and the voice that belonged to the Lion King slowly grew weaker...

"What... what is this...?"

The Lion King was stuck in the mud and could not move. She wanted to struggle out, but how could the souls of tens of thousands of people allow her to leave?

All she could see was the boundless karmic force relentlessly dragging her body down into an unfathomable abyss, until it completely devoured the last glimmer of light on her body.

"It's over."

As Luo Wei spoke calmly, the evil within him was transmitted through the previous battle to the person who had to bear it. The goddess whose body had completely lost its pure white color and was falling towards the abyss was the result of this battle.

'Bang!' That was the final sound of shattering. The entire dark world, along with the pristine white Tower of the End, collapsed the instant the Lion King plunged into the abyss.

The surrounding scenery instantly transformed back into the Camelot Palace from where they had arrived, and everything they had just experienced vanished as if it were an illusion.

If it weren't for the figure entangled in black mud right in front of him, Luo Wei might have mistaken it for his own imagination.

"Well, I'm not quite sure what kind of nightmare you had."

Looking at the cocoon formed from pitch black, Luo Wei raised his palm and offered a sincere greeting to the vanished pure white.

"Anyway, it's time to get up, Artoria."

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I'm offering this as a tribute to a friend's new book: "Do You Know How Much Bread Costs?"

In the year 1136 of the Imperial Calendar, Hitrian, the head of the Holy Rhine Empire, finally led the empire out of the influence of the Treaty of Evelyn, and she was regarded as the savior of the empire.

In 1139, Gallic President Harley Pétain successfully defended her country from the enemy. The impregnable Maginot Line stretched from the Channel of Calais all the way to Provence, and even the enemy's sea of ​​chariots could not break through the final line of defense formed by Gallic artillery.

In 1140, the young Princess Elizabeth stood on the high platform of the Federal Parliament, waving her hands and swearing that she would fight alongside the people in place of her father. They would fight in the cities, they would fight on the beaches, and they would never surrender to their enemies.

Someone once asked them what gave these young girls the courage to defend their homeland and ultimately become the saviors of civilization.

"That story probably begins one night."

Hitrian turned his gaze to the man behind her.

"It all started that night when my husband made me climb up to the high platform of the beer hall in Bainglade to question the officials of the Empire about how much a loaf of bread should cost."

Chapter 222 I'm cheating on myself?

In peaceful and tranquil Britain, in a cozy manor.

The man with bright eyes finished preparing the last supper and then placed the dishes on the table one by one. He looked at the hesitant Artoria and said gently, "Have you decided to leave?"

“Love…darling, I…”

Artoria hesitated, but looking at the silhouette reflected in those bright eyes, she made up her mind, nodded gently, and said, "I'm leaving."

"I see."

"Thank you so much for giving me this wonderful memory, for letting me see the perfect world I've always dreamed of. This is undoubtedly the place I've always longed for. But I also know that it's all just an illusion in my mind. You are Crowley, but you are just the perfect lover I've been waiting for for over a thousand years, the lover I've imagined."

"Yes, I am the person you have been waiting for."

Lowe smiled gently, then said very frankly, "Similarly, I am also someone who deeply loves you and is loved by you. It's so good that you can realize this, Lily. After all, one cannot live forever in the world of one's own heart."

"Thank you."

Artoria reached out and gently stroked Lovi's face, saying with deep sorrow, "I know that you, and this beautiful world, are just my illusions. If I stay here forever, happiness and joy will only be mine. Doing so would be irresponsible to those who are fighting outside, and my growth of over a thousand years would all turn to smoke. And that would be the greatest desecration of me who has overcome those obstacles, and it would also be a deception of my own feelings."

"My poor wife..."

Listening to Artoria's sobs, Lovi sighed softly, then gently hugged her and placed her little head in his arms.

Artoria's body trembled.

However, at this moment, Luo Wei did not say anything to persuade her to stay, nor did he say anything like, "What's wrong with being here?" to coax Artoria. He simply slowly released his hand and gently pushed Artoria forward, his smile still relaxed.

“Love…”

The man smiled and said, "Have a safe trip, darling."

Upon hearing this, Artoria could no longer hold back. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, thank you... and thank you everyone in this world. You made me feel the warmth of family and the past... Thank you for finally making me feel happy and at peace. So this is the true face of the happiness I've been searching for all along..."

Artoria raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and said through her teary eyes, "Even if it's just a lie, I still thank you... for letting me understand what my heart truly desires."

"Okay, let's get going then."

He spoke with a smile, as if saying goodbye.