Or, why don’t you find another savior?

Shiomi and Mordred climbed the stairs toward the main entrance of the palace.

With every step she took, Shiomi's injuries recovered little by little. Although the two had nothing to do with each other, in Mordred's eyes, she thought that what was under her feet were some long stairs to become gods.

"So in fact, you are all the existing Knights of the Round Table under the Lion King?" asked Xi Jian.

"That's right." Mordred nodded.

She thought about it and decided to speak out about it.

After all, if he didn't come out to help, Mordred would probably retreat early because he couldn't withstand the blow.

Mordred wanted to repay the favor as soon as possible.

Anyway, this guy has become my father's prisoner, and even his Command Seal has been taken away, so there is nothing wrong in talking about existing facts.

"But to be more precise, there was another guy who was there too, but he couldn't hold on while fighting against the Crusaders for my father, and he died in the end."

At this point, Mordred's expression showed a hint of disgust, but it was hard to say that he was disgusted with his dead comrade.

"Who?"

"Gareth."

Gareth of Fairhand is the sister of Gawain, Agravain, and Gaheris.

He is also one of the children of King Lot and his witch concubine Morgan, as the legend goes.

"What about the other Knights of the Round Table?" Shiomi asked again, "The arrival of so many Knights of the Round Table at the same time is definitely not as simple as a summon from a singularity."

Mordred couldn't help but sneer: "You magicians are so sharp that it makes me uncomfortable... That's right, we didn't appear here by ourselves, but our father summoned us."

"What?" Xi Jian was stunned.

"I don't quite understand the principle, but that's what my father said when we came to this world." Mordred's tone dropped, "Because we need to carry out my father's plan."

To be more precise, even if she could destroy the enemy, she would not be able to perform the Holy Pull, and the Lion King needed a knight who could be her hands and feet.

"So... are they all the Knights of the Round Table?" Shiomi felt that there was something fishy going on, so she asked.

"No, there are two who did not respond to our father's call," Mordred said, "Galahad and Bedivere."

When she thought back to what happened that day, it seemed that her father didn't mind that these two people didn't show up.

"Since there are only five of you Knights of the Round Table in the Holy City, where are the other Knights of the Round Table?" Xi Jian asked

If the knights who stayed were those who agreed with the Lion King, then there should be knights of the Round Table who disagreed somewhere else.

So we have to find a way to convey this information.

While Shiomi was thinking this, Mordred stopped and stood on the platform connecting the long steps at both ends.

"Dead." She stood there, lowered her head and uttered the cold words.

Shiomi turned around abruptly: "Was he killed by the Lion King?"

"...No, it was us." Mordred lowered his head, half of his face was covered by the shadow of his hair, and his expression could not be seen clearly. "We chose to support father, and the rest of us chose to stop father..."

Then, the Knights of the Round Table divided into two camps, started fighting, and killed all the opponents.

"That's how it is." Xi understood and quickly cleared up his previous thoughts.

Although it is unknown why Galahad and Bedivere did not respond to the call, the Knights of the Round Table standing before Chaldea were all those who had killed their dearest and most beloved people and transformed into wild beasts.

Only in this way can you fulfill your duties as a knight of the Lion King.

He turned away and continued upwards without making any comment on this fact.

This caused Mordred to look up in surprise.

It is undeniable that she did say these things, accepted Shiomi's criticism, and used it to strengthen her belief in loyalty to her father.

But the man said nothing and did nothing.

"You, don't you have any feelings at all?"

Then, Mordred couldn't help but question.

Because of Shiomi's attitude, it became the most powerful and irrefutable words, which made Mordred feel shaken.

"Since you have chosen to follow the Lion King even if it means dying in the blood of someone close to you, you are not a three-year-old child, so you naturally understand the weight of this choice better than I do." Xi Jian stopped and did not even turn his head. "Whether it is right or wrong, it is not up to others to teach you. Don't you already have the answer?"

The sound of hurried footsteps in armor stepping on stone bricks approached, and Mordred grabbed Shiomi's collar angrily. Although he was not tall, his aura was extraordinary. If it were an ordinary person, their legs would instinctively go weak as soon as they looked at each other.

"Don't think that just because you have some relationship with the Queen Mother, and you are Sakura's father, you can act like a father in front of me!" Mordred's eyes were red due to congestion, and he looked as ferocious as a beast. "I am the son of King Arthur!"

"It doesn't matter whose son you are, what matters is who you are." Xijian said lightly.

"Huh?" Mordred was slightly confused by this sentence, and the strength in his hands loosened.

Seeing Mordred's hand loosen, Shiomi freed himself from her grasp and continued to move upwards.

He still has business to find the Lion King.

"What do you mean by that?" Mordred asked, "You want to deny my right as the king—"

"I've said it before, whether the choices you make are right or wrong is up to you to decide, instead of laying out the facts for others to judge and then denying their judgment." Shiomi said as they walked, "Whether you should bear the sins according to the path you choose, or choose the path according to the sins you bear, it's up to you to decide."

This is also what Shiomi expects from Sakura and Kallen.

This was the answer he came to after trying to become a father.

"Besides..." he said, "When the Lion King summoned you to this singularity, he already gave you the right to choose."

Mordred stayed in the middle of the long steps, while Shiomi was the only one who slowly went up and returned to the palace in the center of Camelot.

Before entering the main hall, he turned around and glanced at Mordred from afar, then smiled helplessly to himself.

I tried not to act like a father, but it ended up being just empty preaching.

Back in the meeting hall, the Lion King on the throne was gone. Only the Knights of the Round Table who had just knelt on the ground remained here, each standing in a different position.

"Mordred, it's okay. If you suffer this kind of loss next time, you can ask me for help to heal you." Shiomi said half-jokingly, "After all, I am also the master (captive) of the Lion King."

However, no one responded to his words. Only Aguguiwen took two steps forward and said solemnly:

"There is no point in idle talk. The king has returned to the inner hall. Hurry and don't keep him waiting for too long, Master of Chaldea."

Chapter 14 Overlooking the Scenery

"I am no longer the Master of Chaldea, Assistant Officer Aguiwen."

In response to Aguiwen's words that sounded like an admonition, Xijian only responded with a sarcastic tone.

Regardless of his actual power, Shiomi is now the "Master" of the Lion King.

They couldn't understand why the king would do such a condescending thing, but the knights still abided by their status well and did not go further beyond the rules to dissuade him.

After all, they had already declared their loyalty with their blood, and they shouldn't argue with the king over such a trivial matter.

Seeing the dissatisfaction on Aguiwen's iron-like face because of his pointed correction, Xijian's unhappy mood due to being captured suddenly improved a little.

Anyway, we are not on the same path.

Passing through the door on the side of the throne, Shiomi walked alone in the quiet corridor. The sound of her tiny footsteps echoed here, sounding extremely clear.

He then remembered that his combat uniform had been damaged in the fight against the Holy Spear.

The chest, abdomen, arms, legs, and the invisible back all had varying degrees of damage and blood stains that had not been washed off.

It’s better to use magic to repair it urgently.

Although Shiomi was thinking this way, he felt that his magic power was severely suppressed when he activated the magic circuit.

It was clearly a very basic repair magic that only required a small amount of magic power, but even this little bit of magic power was not allowed to be used.

Shiomi frowned and pulled at the golden shackles around his neck.

It seems that the Lion King has no intention of allowing him to use magic independently...but his power is not restricted.

Or... is there no way to limit it?

With this speculation in mind, Shiomi came to the Lion King's bedroom.

Although it is called a bedroom, the layout here is exquisite and simple, and all the exquisite palace furniture looks like brand new things.

Considering the sudden appearance of Camelot, which did not belong to this area, it is easy to understand.

It is so concise and efficient that one cannot feel the elements of luxury and enjoyment at all, which is consistent with Shiomi's understanding of the Knight King.

Looking around the bedroom, Shiomi finally found the figure of the Lion King on the terrace on one side.

From there, one could overlook the entire northern part of Camelot and the scenery outside the city. On the desolate land turned by war, the flawless chalk city stood there, giving it a sense of utopia.

The Lion King just stood there, his pure white cloak swaying slightly, his spotless back, and the clear blue sky. No matter how skilled the painting or how beautiful the poet, they would not be able to describe such perfection.

"Are you back?" The Lion King's voice was faint.

"Aguguiwen said that the Lion King wanted to see me for something, so I came here." Shiomi walked to the terrace and stood side by side with the Lion King.

"Nothing important," she said.

Shiomi slightly raised the tip of his right eyebrow: "Nothing? Then please remove the restrictions of the shackles a little. Chaldea's magic costume has been torn to pieces by your holy spear, which is very uncomfortable. Of course, if the Lion King thinks that this is more in line with my position as a prisoner, then I can't help it."

"A reasonable request." The Lion King nodded.

But she still did not remove the restraints. Instead, she turned around and placed her palms in front of Xijian, with the magical light wrapping around her body.

In a blink of an eye, Chaldea's battle uniform changed into a combination of white robes, trousers and shoes.

The attire doesn't look like that of a fighter, but more like that of a priest.

The Lion King replaced the Chaldea combat suit on Shiomi with clothes woven with magic power. As for where the clothes went, Shiomi didn't know.

The only thing that is certain is that this set of clothes is now being maintained by his magic power.

What a roundabout way to do it.

"You have already talked to Mordred and know what happened before the founding of Camelot." said the Lion King.

Xi Jian touched his wrist, turned around with his back to Shengdu, and half-sat on the railing of the terrace. He would fall down if he lost his balance a little, but he ignored it.

"You are so foolproof that you let me get in touch with Mordred?"

"That would be much more convenient." The Lion King did not comment, but merely confirmed the fact. "As my knight, it is one of my duties to explain the current situation to you."

"It's really business as usual." Shiomi shook her head. "So why did they send the Knights of the Round Table to attack us and at the same time leave a secret order to capture me alive? It might be easier to kill me there."

"They can't kill you alone." The Lion King remained expressionless, and his voice was completely different from Morgan's, cold and distant, like a god looking down on all living things.

All life on earth is her chess piece.

"Just now, I didn't ask directly in front of the Knights of the Round Table. Now you—" he questioned the Lion King, "Should I call you Altria Pendragon or the goddess Longominiard?"

From the moment they met, Shiomi discovered that every word of the Lion King seemed to contain Geis, which was a reflection of the fact that she was a god.

"Have you noticed it, my compatriots?" said the Lion King.

"Compatriots?" Xi Jian was shocked.

"The power contained in your body is a symbol of God." The Lion King declared a fact.

"...It's hard to say. Can such half-baked power be qualified to be considered a god?" Xi Jian disagreed with this and didn't want to accept it.

Even if it is God's power, as long as it is usable power and can be used to protect important things, it should be used.

As for becoming a god, Shiomi declined the offer.

"No matter how you resist after touching the forbidden realm of God, you will become God one day."

Suddenly, the Lion King stretched out his armored hand and placed his palm on Shiomi's face.

What should have been an intimate gesture became unclear due to her expressionless face.

"This is the path that naturally extends after you touch the power. Your duty is not to defeat the Magic King, but to work with me to protect the souls that I have pulled out, and to keep them in my gun forever as objects of unchanging value."

"Stored in... a gun? What does that mean?! And those who are now living in the Holy City——"

Compared to the Lion King's actions, Shiomi cared more about what she said.

This is the first time Shiomi truly faces a god. He realizes that the Lion King's values ​​are very different from those of ordinary people, and even from those of magicians.

In her words, human beings are no longer lives, but become objects, pieces of information, without the meaning of life and death.

In the eyes of the Lion King, the only equal at this moment is the "other god" she needs.

In response to Shiomi's question, the Lion King did not give any further answer, but only said: