Or, why don’t you find another savior?

Morgan raised his left arm slightly, and the tip of his index finger glowed with golden light:

"My husband just renewed his contract with me, and I just wanted to try out the limited-expansion Holy Spear."

"The Holy Lance is too cruel. It would be better to freeze it and throw it into the territory of the Sun King." Scathach narrowed her eyes slightly, and Rune instantly constructed a spell that he might not be able to break.

For the first time in his life, Shiomi felt a chill running down his spine, and cold sweat soaked his inner clothes.

"Listen, listen to my explanation... It's not what you think... The Lion King and I were really just riding horses together..." Xijian swallowed.

An experience even more near-death than the one he had experienced against the Magic King came flooding back to him, and as Shiomi watched Morgan and his master approach, he was already considering the possibility that it might actually be better to jump from here.

"Ride together?" Morgan's smile was chilling.

"So close?" Scathach's words contained a fierce murderous intent.

Shiomi raised her hands: "Is it really true that there is no way to reconcile?"

"You should surrender at this time, Dad." Kallen clasped her hands together and hung them in front of her. She was dignified but spoke "ruthless" words. "Mother and Master are both very kind. I think Dad will be able to leave for the Sun King's territory tomorrow."

"No, no, no, this is not a question of whether I will die or not, okay!" Xijian was sweating profusely.

"I didn't expect that you would be so affectionate with the enemy leader. Ying is very disappointed with her father." Ying sighed, and her usually bright eyes suddenly became dull.

At this moment, this terrace shrouded in sunlight suddenly became the place for "judgment" of him.

There were no reinforcements, and no one to help speak up.

Even Chaldea's communications were silent...or cut off.

After all, a magical impact of the level of a holy spear collision occurred here just before dawn, and the signal was bound to be interfered with.

The terrace exploded with a loud bang, and the smoke dissipated in the wind.

Shiomi, whose body was covered with ice spikes and black ash, lay on the terrace, trembling slightly.

"Be a little gentler..."

Xi Jian complained quietly, brushing off the dust on his body as he got up. In fact, no actual damage was done, which was just like the great effort of Thunder God with little results.

"After a short rest, report your return to the front to Chaldea," Morgan said. "Also, the Knight of the Round Table named Bedivere should want to see you."

"see me?"

Shioji, who was tidying up his appearance, was surprised.

Chapter 48: Silver Arm

When she was first brought to Camelot, Shiomi learned through her contact with Mordred that two of the Knights of the Round Table had not responded to the Lion King's call.

They are Galahad and Bedivere.

Now, Shiomi is quite surprised to learn from Sakura and the others that the Servant who gave Mash power was Galahad.

The knight who participated in the raid on the Round Table Fortress but exhausted his strength and fell into a coma in the fatal battle with Tristan was Bedivere.

After interweaving these pieces of information, Shiomi was convinced that the mutation of this singularity to this extent was not without reason.

When he saw Bedivere, the other party was arguing with Mordred.

Of course, the main reason why it was just a joke was that Mordred was curious and wanted to see what his prosthesis was like.

After all, Bedivere said that this was the equipment made for him by Merlin, which aroused Mordred's curiosity even more.

"Such a handsome silver arm, can you lend it to me..." Mordred asked excitedly.

"No, that, this is the prosthetic limb that Lord Merlin prepared for me—" Bedivere looked troubled.

"It doesn't matter! You said it's a prosthesis, not a real arm." Mordred started to play tricks, "I'm just playing with it, and I'll give it back to you when I'm done... I won't break it!"

That attitude was exactly like that of a naughty kid who had set his eyes on someone else's toys. There was no trace of him being a Knight of the Round Table at all.

Xi Jian felt a headache after seeing this and thought, is it really okay if he succeeded in winning this guy over?

"You're not missing any limbs, why do you need this prosthetic limb..." Xijian couldn't help but complain.

Seeing someone coming, Mordred stopped fighting for the silver arm: "...You ran out too..."

"Can't you be a little more polite to me? I'm here to cover your back after all." Xi Jian sat next to Bedivere and helped check his injuries.

In the battle at the Round Table Fortress, he and Tristan released their Noble Phantasms at the same time, resulting in both sides suffering losses.

"It's said that both sides were injured, but in fact I was injured more seriously than Sir Tristan." Bedivere said, holding his prosthetic limb.

Xijian reached out to heal his wounds, and quickly discovered the problem, and was stunned.

"What's wrong? Is that Tristan so cruel?" Mordred frowned and muttered, "Aren't you two on good terms?"

But she actually had no right to criticize others. After all, she had just been clamoring to serve as her father's knight to fight the enemy.

Now the knights who remain with the Lion King all have the same idea.

"...Can I speak frankly here, Bedivere?" Shiomi asked.

"There are no outsiders here." Bedivere glanced at Mordred, "Sir Mordred is also qualified to know about this matter."

"What?" Mordred realized that the problem was not simple.

Shiomi continued to treat Bedivere's injuries: "Then I will get straight to the point, Bedivere, you are not a Servant, right? You are a human who has lived from the time of King Arthur to the present."

"Huh?!" Mordred was shocked. "Doesn't that mean this guy is actually an old man who has lived for nearly a thousand years?"

"No, it should be at least 1500 years." Shiomi said, "You have the same aura of the same era as me. You must have wandered in the human world for 1500 years and came to this singularity in 1273 for some reason."

"What's going on? Why didn't this guy die?" Mordred didn't understand. "From what I know, he should have become a monk in the end, right?"

Servants may also have records of people related to them after their death, as is the case with Mordred.

"There must be a reason." Shiomi glanced at the two of them, "After all, the Lion King doesn't even know the existence of the Holy Sword."

"...Huh?" Mordred was stunned for a moment.

Bedivere's expression became more and more distressed: "...It's all my fault...because I failed to carry out the king's last order..."

Having said that, Shiomi already understood.

After the Battle of Camlann, the seriously injured King Arthur was taken to the forest by Bedivere to rest. There, King Arthur handed him the holy sword and ordered him to return it to the Spirit of the Lake.

It is said that Bedivere hesitated three times, and finally made up his mind on the third time to return the holy sword. King Arthur also died and his soul went to Avalon.

But now, Bedivere said something else that contradicted the legend.

"So you still haven't made up your mind the third time?"

"Returning the holy sword means the death of my king. I cannot accept it." Bedivere bowed his head deeply. "When I returned to the forest with the holy sword that I failed to return, the king was gone."

Mordred rushed over, grabbed Bedivere by the collar and wanted to question him, but because he was the one who caused King Arthur's death, he couldn't even utter a fierce question: "... Not in the forest... Could it be that the father in the holy city..."

"That's right. King Arthur, who didn't see the return of the Holy Sword, became the King of the Dead with the Holy Lance in his hand." Bedivere's voice was painful and resolute. "That was my fault and sin. It was the consequence of my failure to complete the king's order. So I relied on the help of Lord Merlin and came to this singularity, wanting to meet my king and return the Holy Sword."

As he spoke, he grasped the silver arm that served as a prosthetic limb.

At this point, even Mordred understood what a prosthetic limb was.

Its true identity is King Arthur's holy sword.

"Damn it...how could this happen..." Mordred cursed angrily.

No one knew whether she was cursing herself for causing all this, or something else.

"But Lord Merlin disguised my magic circuits to make me look like a real Servant." Bedivere forced a bitter smile, "but I still couldn't hide it from you."

"Nothing, I just happened to be more sensitive." Xi Jian shook his head, "Just rest and recover. If you want to return the holy sword and atone for your actions, it may be safest to attack the holy city with us."

"What will father do if the holy sword is returned?" Mordred asked.

Shiomi stood up and was about to lift the curtain and walk out of the room, but stopped: "The Lion King should be able to regain his humanity after being corrupted by the Holy Spear... and he should be able to truly die."

Mordred clenched his fists. "I understand. It was my responsibility to cause my father's death. It's nothing more than another rebellion."

"Don't talk so easily. It's obvious that you're not feeling well either." Xijian patted her head.

As Mordred shouted, "I told you I'm not your child," Shiomi walked out of the stone room and found Morgan and his master outside the door.

"Eavesdropping is not a good habit..."

Since communication can be accomplished with just an eye contact, Shiomi could only tease like this.

Chapter 49: Crossing the Desert

"I just can't calm down..." Shiomi said, "Camelot... The Lion King is too silent, it's hard to feel relieved."

The dune buggy was running in the endless yellow sand, heading towards the territory of the Sun King. Shiomi sat in the driver's seat, operating the vehicle while speaking to the two of them.

"Maybe Camelot is already preparing to activate the Holy Lance." Scathach leaned on the deck of the dune buggy, her hair blowing in the hot desert wind as she leaned against the back of the seat.

Morgan crossed his left leg over his right leg and raised it gracefully. "What a foolish judgment, Scathach. The Holy Lance itself means the Tower of the End. Once activated, the place where it is located will become the end of the world. If Altria completely activates the Tower of the End, this singularity will shrink rapidly, and only the city will be left... No, maybe the city will disappear, leaving only the tower in the center."

"So in your opinion, the Holy Lance has not been activated yet?" Scathach asked.

"Of course. It was just a fortress that was taken out, and with Mordred's rebellion, the loss was not serious." Morgan smiled calmly, "After realizing that I can also use the Holy Lance, it is more in line with the rules of war to retreat to Camelot and wait for us to attack."

Waiting for work with ease.

"Then let them wait a little longer." Xijian said softly.

After resting for a day in the East Village, Shiomi set out for the territory of the Sun King the next day.

As for who should go with them, Morgan and Scathach argued about this from day to late at night. Finally, at Shiomi's suggestion, they decided that the three of them should go together.

——Of course, in order to make them accept this proposal, Shiomi also tried his best to make both of them satisfied before they agreed.

After the battle of the Round Table Fortress, Camelot quickly withdrew its troops from various singularities and concentrated them in the Holy City to consolidate its defense in preparation for the final general offensive.

Therefore, on the way from the mountains to the desert, even the patrolling Knights of the Order and the Knights of the Round Table could not be seen.

After passing the intelligence gathered along the way back to Sakura in Yama Village, the army of Yama Village officially set out and slowly marched towards the Holy City.

After Xi Jian meets the Sun King and confirms whether they will form an alliance, he will launch an attack on the Holy City based on the final actual military strength.

"Although we have five servants here, our overall combat power is still weaker than Camelot, and it is not easy to attack the city. If the enemy takes advantage of the march and launches a light cavalry raid led by the Knights of the Round Table, it will probably be very disadvantageous." Morgan said to Scathach.

"What do you want to say?" Scathach raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Let's go back now and reunite over there to relieve the pressure they may be dealing with," Morgan said.

Scathach nodded slowly, with an expression of approval: "In that case, it would be better for you to go back. The army will be stationed here and on standby. If there are excellent magicians to help complete the position, the defense will become easier."

The moment he smelled the gunpowder coming from behind, Xi Jian was speechless.

In the final analysis, these are just speculations. After all, Camelot has not taken any action. If the other party really decides to take the initiative, Morgan can use water mirror magic at any time, or he can activate transfer magic to allow the three to quickly return to the base camp and prepare for the attack.

So in the end, it was just Morgan and the Master trying to drive each other away.

“Hahaha…” Shiomi laughed dryly to break the atmosphere of confrontation. “I’m sorry, Morgan. After all, it was me who suggested that the three of us go to the Sun King’s territory together. So stop arguing with Master.”

"Why are you apologizing, my husband?" Morgan seemed puzzled.

Shiomi sighed helplessly, "After all, we rarely have the opportunity to go hiking alone. The last time we went out alone was when we went to Gray's village."

So he knew that his decision, apart from settling last night's dispute, would not completely satisfy Morgan.

"Don't get me wrong, my husband. I don't mind this kind of thing." Morgan adjusted his sunshade hood leisurely, "I'm just driving away idlers."

"...Do you have to be so blunt?" Xi Jian couldn't help but look back.

But he saw that the master was also laughing: "If you are really dissatisfied, your opinion will not be accepted from the beginning."

"Okay." Xijian slowly turned around and continued to look ahead.

"And speaking of being alone..." Morgan's tone suddenly became distant and ethereal.

"what?"

Morgan's words came to an abrupt halt, which made Xijian extremely concerned.

"It's nothing, you'll know when the time comes." She shook her head gently.

Although she made many friends during that long and inseparable pilgrimage, there was only one person who stayed by her side from beginning to end.

"That's really something to worry about." Scathach teased without commenting.

She had almost guessed that Morgan, who stayed with his beloved disciple as a servant, came from a certain point in the future.

The so-called Fourth Holy Grail War is nothing more than Morgan's cover-up.