Or, why don’t you find another savior?

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and charge in!"

Mordred jumped down from the city gate and rushed into the group of upright knights, hacking and killing them. Wherever the sword passed, only armor and blood flew. She was stained with blood and gradually became hideous, reminiscent of the "runaway" given to her by the Lion King.

“Saber! Be careful!”

Sakura, who rushed into the city and started attacking the Knights of Justice with everyone else, cried out in surprise.

Feeling an endless chill above his head, Mordred suddenly looked up and saw a knight in purple armor wielding a long sword emitting lake-colored magic power and slashing down at him.

when--!

Lancelot's attack targeted Mordred's weakness, but failed.

Since she was not alone, Mash rushed forward.

"That shield—" Lancelot's pupils trembled, he recognized the shield.

And from Mashu's face, there was a knight with one eye covered by hair.

"Ha! Now the family is reunited!" Mordred laughed sarcastically.

"Knight Mordred, leave Knight Lancelot to me!" Mashu looked extremely angry, which was very different from the shy and introverted girl that Mordred had in mind.

Most likely, the spiritual foundation bestowed by Galahad had affected her heart, and her armor had also undergone some changes. Her skirt woven with magic appeared, and the magic emanating from her body was stronger than usual.

"Under normal circumstances, I would have given in, but not now!" Mordred held up his sword next to Mash, "As a fellow rebel against my father, let me help you show your filial piety!"

"Yes!"

In Mordred's half-joking and half-serious voice, Mash and she rushed towards Lancelot.

Scathach then knocked over two Knights of the Upright, and said to Shiomi who was also charging at the enemy: "I'll lead the children, you and Morgan, go to the Lion King!"

"Understood. Kallen, Mari, Ritsuka, you lead the other servants here and follow the Master into battle! Gray and Bedivere, come with Morgan and me!"

They were blocked from the front by Lancelot and a large number of the Knights of Justice, and with Mordred and Mashu still fighting, they could only find a way to go around the city and get back to the stairs leading to the royal city.

Walking around Camelot, one can find that the houses here are exquisite and magnificent, far beyond the scale of that time, but there is not a trace of life to be felt.

The residents who were welcomed into the Holy City did not live here. They had all been taken into the Holy Spear by the Lion King along with their souls.

"Stop."

Morgan suddenly shouted coldly to Gray and Bedivere who were following Shiomi to break out.

But even so, except for Shiomi who noticed it from the beginning, both of them were half a beat slow and touched the dense silk threads suspended in the deserted street.

“This… is…”

Her arms were entangled in silk threads and crossed in front of her body, and her legs were unable to move. She could feel that these threads could tear her body apart with just the slightest force.

Bedivere was also unable to move. The silk thread wrapped around his neck gradually tightened, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“Up there?”

Shiomi didn't even look as Gungnir drew an arc over his head and collided with the red light, causing an explosion.

"In my opinion, fate is like the god of death." Tristan said slowly.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Shiomi cut the strings that bound Gray and Bedivere, stood in front with a gun, and confronted Tristan.

"A few days ago, you tried every means to follow Morgan out of Camelot, but now, a few days later, you are back here with Morgan. Such a futile behavior. I didn't expect that the man the king likes is only this level. I am very sad." He said indifferently while plucking the bowstring.

Arrows came from all directions, as dense as a downpour.

Not only that, when Shiomi wanted to take advantage of the gap in the counterattack to move forward, he would touch those almost transparent yet extremely tough silk threads.

This street, this area has completely turned into a murder trap.

"The king seems to still have expectations for you, but I cannot allow you to appear before the king and deceive her heart again." Tristan said coldly, "Not to mention that you are accompanied by a knight who betrayed the king and a witch who intends to destroy this city. I have set up a net around you. Even if this body is torn into pieces, I will strangle you to death."

"Leave this to me and Ms. Grey. Please go ahead with her." Bedivere clenched his fists. He knew that Tristan's net could not stop Shiomi and Morgan. "It is you who will meet the king."

Shiomi disagreed: "But it is you who has to fulfill the mission and atone for your sins. I cannot guarantee that I will have the energy to show mercy to the Lion King. Wait until you have dealt with this and then come over."

"Then please ask my husband to deal with Altria first. I will take them to join you after I deal with this."

Morgan inserted the magic spear heavily into the ground, and brushed her long hair with both hands. A few silver threads wrapped around her fingers, slowly flew out and turned into a familiar.

Chapter 61: The Torn Dragnet

Use hair to create simple battle familiars, inspired by the Einzbern androids.

It is the most useful weapon for setting a trap to test Tristan.

"What are you daydreaming about, my husband? Time waits for no one. The Lion King may activate the Holy Lance and summon the Tower of the End at any time." Morgan pointed his finger at Tristan from a distance, "Let's go."

As Morgan spoke, the familiar made of strands of hair attacked Tristan.

Goshawks, owls, falcons, and other such figures, either extended their sharp claws when diving or fired magic bullets. Their smart and agile bodies passed through the silk threads that Tristan had laid out in this area, making a series of crisp and falling sounds.

Tristan frowned deeply, and his fingers plucked the bow quickly. Notes of different tones floated out and turned into invisible arrows to attack.

The successive explosions raised thick smoke again. A sense of crisis surged in Tristan's heart. He quickly dodged to the side, and a long sword scratched his cheek and stabbed heavily into the hard ground.

Made of the same material as the familiar, it is also Morgan's means of attack woven from hair.

The speed, power and strength are different from those of the flying birds. Even if Tristan's arrow hits, it cannot destroy it in one blow.

"You only have this kind of familiar to fight back. It seems I've been underestimated to some extent, Morgan." Tristan's fingers plucked the strings even faster.

More arrows flew out, passing through the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, heading straight for the direction where the few people were, but no sound of hitting the target or being blocked was heard.

Tristan realized something was wrong and turned around suddenly. Bedivere drew out his slender sword and swung it down, forcing Tristan to use his bow as a sword to block the attack.

Before he could figure out how Bedivere came behind him without touching the uncut silk thread, the girl in a cloak with her face hidden under the hood had seized Tristan's weakness at the moment, raised the red spear, and stabbed at his neck.

Dodgeing slightly to avoid the attack, Tristan noticed that Shiomi was gone and only Morgan was still there.

Being able to avoid his threads and attack him directly, Tristan was sure that this was probably Morgan's magic.

"Stop it, Sir Tristan..." Bedivere gritted his teeth.

He is not a true servant and does not have enough power to suppress Tristan who has the blessing.

"Your voice is still as sincere as ever, but I am not touched at all in my heart. I can't even feel your sadness." Tristan freed his hand and grabbed the gun in Grey's hand. "Ma'am, now is the time for me to reminisce with my old friends. Please step aside for now."

After he said that, he pushed hard, and Grey took a few steps back. Tristan plucked the strings at this moment.

More threads came towards her. Even though she couldn't see the number clearly, Gray knew the danger. She raised her gun to block them, but she was tied up with the gun.

At this time, a feather arrow flew from the houses in the city and headed straight for Gray who was unable to move.

"It's in the way." Morgan snapped his fingers lightly.

A whirlwind suddenly appeared, sweeping across the streets in the area. The arrows were caught in the wind during their flight and could no longer hit their targets. The upright knights who were lying in ambush on the roof were also affected by the gradually spreading wind blades, and their bodies were gradually torn apart.

Earlier, Tristan saw that Xijian and his group were planning to make a detour, so he set up a silk killing array with a radius of 20 meters in this area. However, it was now completely destroyed by Morgan's magic.

In the strong wind, Gray, who had broken free from her restraints, raised her hands to cover herself, and her hood fell with the wind.

But what surprised her even more was the astonishing number of the Knights of Justice and soldiers lying in ambush on the roof.

From the very beginning, Camelot was prepared for the city gates to be breached and deployed a large number of troops for ambush in the city.

The reason why this area is relatively empty is simply because Tristan's specialty might accidentally hurt friendly forces, so he deliberately dispersed his troops and ambushed them.

"...That girl is..." Tristan was secretly surprised when he saw Gray's appearance.

This was the first time he noticed that there was someone in the Chaldean group who looked exactly like the king.

Is he a descendant of the royal family, or -

"That lady was born in a village that passed down a ritual from generation to generation in order to resurrect our king." Bedivere already knew Gray's origins, "That girl was destined to be the king's body."

"The king's body..." Tristan immediately understood what this fate meant. "Is this the reason you joined Morgan, Lord Bedivere?"

Bedivere flatly denied: "No! The ceremony to resurrect King Arthur was indeed set up by Morgan, but I went with them because this girl wanted to sever her ties with my king!"

"I see. It's the right choice, but it means going before the king as an enemy—" Tristan exerted force suddenly, pushed Bedivere away with his sword, and quickly plucked the bowstring to shoot.

While the Knight of Silver Arm was blocking these invisible arrows, more upright knights rushed out from the streets of the city and surrounded the three.

"It doesn't matter if you call me despicable, whether I'm a close friend, the King's vessel, or someone else." Tristan slowly opened his eyes, with only cold emotions in his golden eyes. "If you want to get through here, you have to step over my dead body."

He had no opinion of Morgan, and Morgan had no opinion of Tristan's neglect.

We are just enemies on this battlefield.

"Really? Then you can only die here first, Knight Tristan." Morgan raised his hand slightly.

She stayed here to block the way, simply because she wanted to see with her own eyes what kind of existence the knight named "Tristan" was.

At least now it seems that for that child, the blessing of the "Fairy Knight" with this name is not an insult.

——Having said that… that child had stayed with Shiomi for two thousand years, being taken care of and raised. I was like a divorced mother who couldn’t see her child…

——But there’s nothing we can do about it, after all, he can fight a war and take good care of his children at the same time.

Thinking about her own affairs, Morgan expressionlessly used magic to annihilate the surrounding Knights of Justice. As long as Gray and Bedivere were still able to fight, she would not take full charge.

and……

There were some berserk types mixed in among these upright knights, and Aguiwen was probably lying in ambush nearby. She had to clear out these troublesome soldiers and at the same time be on guard against the sneak attacks from other Knights of the Round Table.

Or in other words...Ageguiwen was actually ready to intercept Xijian.

Thinking of this, Morgan also felt that he needed to adjust his strategy slightly.

“Noble Phantasm—” She raised her hand slightly, “‘The Utopia That Can No Longer Be Reached’.”

Chapter 62: Dark Sword, Showing Its Edge

Mordred actually didn't have any deep thoughts about Galahad.

She only knew that the guy was Lancelot's son without his knowledge, and was not welcomed because of his birth. But Galahad was accepted by King Arthur because of his own excellence and became a Knight of the Round Table at the Seat of Disaster.

Mordred was still quite surprised when that guy did not respond to the Lion King's call and instead lent his power to the girl Mash.

Especially when she learned about Mashu's life experience.

As both of them were created children, Mordred might identify more with Mash than with Galahad himself.

And now, Lancelot was being beaten back by the girl with her shield because he had discovered Mash's identity, and Mordred was almost unable to intervene.

"If you have questions about the king, you should ask them! If the king's behavior is wrong, you should fight him! This should be your chivalry!"

Mashu's usual gentleness and calmness changed to an extremely stern tone. She questioned and attacked Lancelot at the same time, forcing Lancelot, who was in chaos, to defend himself continuously.

"Even if the method is immoral! It is a decision that the king has to make in order to save the people!" Lancelot tried to refute Mash, "It must be because there is no other choice!"

"The result is to massacre innocent people!" Mashu asked harshly.

She didn't even realize that she had let her mind go. Her every word and action at this moment came from empathy for Galahad's faith and strength.

"Do you really believe that's right?"

Just like her shield hitting the sword that Lancelot blocked, every word of Mash fell like a hammer on Lancelot's heart, questioning him about his actions in this singularity.

"This has nothing to do with personal feelings. The Lion King's choice has surpassed our ideals--" Lancelot argued.

Even the Knight of the Lake did not realize that his heart began to bend before his strength.

After Mordred's betrayal, he and his colleagues swore to the Lion King again that they would never commit such a betrayal.

However, faced with Matthew's deafening questioning, Lancelot could only keep making excuses and rationalizing it all.

If I give in and give up following the Lion King—

"As a knight, you should do your best to protect your country, your people, and be proud of your honesty! As a strong man like you, as a knight and a father, have you ever felt ashamed of what you have done?!"

Lancelot barely blocked a blow that he could have easily repelled, and flew backwards, creating a large hole in the ground of the holy city.

He lay there powerlessly, and the sounds of killing around him seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

Lancelot didn't understand what was right and what he should do, so he asked the Lion King for the blessing called "Sadness" to help him see the big picture.

However, this blessing was like a double-edged sword, which tore Lancelot's heart apart. On the one hand, he was loyal to the Lion King's orders, but on the other hand, he was suspicious of the Lion King's actions. He secretly took in the refugees who were rejected from Saint Barth and settled them in hidden camps in the desert and mountains.

Maybe I was wrong from the beginning.

"Are you awake now, Sir Lancelot?" Mash walked slowly towards him, holding a shield.

"Who would not be sober after being hit so hard by that shield——"