Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Don't panic. The Celts have always had close ties with Northern Europe, so I'm not unfamiliar with them."

Fortunately, the Lion King did not linger on her. He looked away, took a step, and walked to the edge of the fence, gazing at the city below.

“I know your purpose, but give up. The Holy Sword is useless to me now, and I will not accept it.”

The cold sunlight shone on the Lion King's face, his indifferent expression like a block of ice that would never melt.

Surtr looked at Bedivere, who was gripping his right arm tightly, his body trembling slightly.

With just this one sentence, Bedivere's fifteen-hundred-year search seemed to have been in vain.

His previous thoughts about the refugees seem to have also fallen on himself.

They came here full of hope, and even met the king they had been longing for, but what they received was such a cruel reality.

Even if we were to take out the Holy Sword now, it probably wouldn't be enough to sway them. They already know everything, yet they still made this choice.

"Then, at least, at least tell me what you intend to do to the people of this land!"

Bedivere's voice was low.

“Very well, Lord Bedivere.”

The Lion King turned around and looked at the kneeling knight.

“I have given each round table the right to choose, and so have you.”

She said.

"Human reason has been burned away. Because of the great deeds of one person, the history of this planet has come to an end."

"Humanity has lost its future, so I chose to preserve the remaining human beings."

“Select suitable people to enter the Holy City and build shelters. Even if humanity is burned away, they can survive my gun.”

"And what about the others?"

"They will die. The moment the Holy Lance is activated, everyone will die."

The Lion King's tone was certain.

"...Why, why not choose to resist? If you choose to resist, then the entire Round Table will be at your disposal!"

Bedivere clenched his fist.

“Look up at the sky, Bedivere.”

The Lion King's words were like a bucket of cold water being poured over him.

Following the other person's gaze, Bedivere looked up. The enormous halo that always hung in the sky was now displaying its unparalleled presence in Bedivere's eyes.

"That is a great undertaking beyond our reach: preserving humanity. That is the limit of my abilities."

The Lion King's tone was as calm as ever, but Surtr sensed a slight melancholy in his voice as he spoke.

Maybe this guy actually wants to go and fight the other side too.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, the Lion King looked at her and asked.

"And what do you think? As someone also favored by the stars, do you also think my ideas are wrong?"

So she was involved too.

Considering this was the other party's territory, Surtr cupped his hands in greeting and spoke.

"Your Majesty is of noble character. This action is in accordance with the will of Heaven and the hearts of the people... Ahem, please don't look at me like that. I will answer seriously."

Surtr saluted again, seemingly indicating that the other party did not appreciate flattery.

She turned to the side and looked up at the sky as well.

The halo of light was clearly reflected in her vision.

It was far more magnificent than the tiny halo that Medea had created, and contained enough heat to burn up a planet.

Faced with such an enemy, it is only natural that the Lion King would feel powerless to fight back.

and so.

I don't think your idea is wrong.

Surtr confirmed the other party's idea.

"But the cost was too high."

"If your plan succeeds, even if humanity is saved, human history will be in complete chaos."

"All of this is based on the premise that humanity is beyond saving, but aren't there still people trying to resist, like Chaldea?"

Do you really think they can save humanity?

The Lion King's question revealed that she didn't have high expectations for him.

"We have to give it a try."

Surtr shrugged, though he wasn't actually that confident.

Putting aside the Great Light Wheel, Gai's true form is still a beast. Even without the Light Wheel, he is ridiculously strong. He has a natural advantage against Chaldea through anti-summoning, and there is also a time limit. If the opponent's Noble Phantasm is successfully activated, then there is no point in fighting.

Anyway, Surtr couldn't think of any other way to get the doctor to self-destruct. Maybe he could wait for her to go to another world, level up, and come back?

But this success rate is obviously too random.

All Surtr can do is probably tell the Chaldea about the enemy's situation beforehand when they encounter them later; maybe the all-knowing big bastard can find some solutions.

The two inhuman beings fell silent, and time ticked by.

A silent atmosphere, like a deep sea, enveloped the corridor. Bedivere knelt on the ground like a statue, breathing heavily.

Is it better to choose to retain only a minority, or to gamble on a hopeless future?

Bedivere felt like he was having trouble breathing.

The Lion King's decision was undoubtedly correct, but his past beliefs made him feel that he shouldn't have done it that way.

No one should be abandoned.

Suddenly, a sun slowly rose from the ground.

A blinding white light illuminated the gates of the holy city, where a golden-haired knight stood, sword in hand, addressing the people below.

The holy exposition has begun.

Not intending to linger here, the Lion King withdrew his gaze, walked past the two men, and headed towards the city gate.

Give me an answer by tomorrow, and I'll allow you to stay in the Holy City tonight.

No, it's not necessary.

The voice came from behind. The Lion King stopped and turned around to look directly at Bedivere, who had risen from the ground.

"I will not join you."

"The knight said."

“Your choice may be correct. But from what I’ve seen along the way, the actions of the Round Table have been undeniably evil, and those who try to resist should not have their future decided so arbitrarily.”

"I will defeat you and personally return the Holy Sword to your hands."

Silver Arm clenched his fist and placed it on his chest, raised his head, and looked directly at the Lion King.

“Is that so? I respect your choice, Bedivere.”

"From now on, I will treat you as enemies."

As he spoke, the Lion King raised his hand toward the two of them.

"Try to defeat me. If even we cannot defeat you, then the so-called salvation of humanity is destined to be nothing but empty talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the Holy Judgment shone in his palm, and Surtr's hair stood on end as he drew his sword to block Bedivere's path.

If I hadn't blocked it, I would have died!

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Eight - You're a Woman After All!

Within the holy city shrouded in black gauze, atop the highest tower closest to the heavens, a fiery flower infused with golden light blooms.

The intense heat instantly melted the white bricks into a crimson slurry, and flames rose up, engulfing the tower's dome along with it.

But before the flames could expand further, a black shadow pierced through them, and the Lion King's expressionless face emerged from the gaping hole in the flames.

The opponent remained standing on the corridor, unmoved. Golden light shimmered around her, and surging magic transformed into a spear of light, striking the rapidly flying Surtr.

At that moment, the Lion King spoke.

"From this moment forward, add Knight Bedivere and his companion Surtur to the list of rebels. On sight, kill them without mercy."

The sound carried on the breeze, and at that moment, every knight, inside and outside the holy city, received the same command.

At the main gate, the Round Table members, who were trying to enter the palace to protect the emperor after the attack on the capital, looked surprised because of the same name.

Bedivere.

Bedivere became a rebel, something they thought was impossible.

No one was more loyal to the king than that knight.

But the king's orders were genuine, and the fleeting figure in the sky proved that it was true.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Surtr turned his head to look at the spear of light that was closing in behind him. He clicked his tongue, and flames surged around him, transforming into a flaming spear that shot backward.

The impact, accompanied by light and heat, spread through the air, and the gasps of the crowd reached her ears from below.

The gaze fell on the ground.

Not far away was the Saint Bachelor's arena, and the four round tables looked up in her direction.

From this angle, she could clearly see the astonished expressions on their faces, and their gazes seemed to be mostly focused on her hands.

Mr. Bedivere, whom she was holding by the collar.

Miss Surtr felt that after this incident, Lord Bedivere's prestige at the Round Table was likely to be completely lost.

But why are there four roundtables? Just considering Saint Basil, this lineup is a bit too luxurious.

"That is?"

Her gaze fell upon two furtive figures, but before she could think further, she felt the wind envelop her body.

She was very familiar with this feeling; it was the same when she used the Wind King's Barrier. But compared to that, the wind before her was thousands of times more intense.

High in the sky, the chaotic wind transformed into a cage, briefly binding the figure speeding through the air.

Surtr frowned, then turned around abruptly.

Suddenly, a golden light pierced their eyes.

"Fujimaru! There are two extremely powerful magical reactions above you. What happened over there?"

Roman shouted into the bracelet, but due to the bracelet's limited field of vision, he couldn't see anything.

"The two Servants we were looking for seem to have broken into the Holy City and are now fighting with that Lion King in the sky."

Ritsuka looked up, intently watching the gods fighting in the sky, which was causing severe light pollution.

"Stop watching, senior. Let's leave quickly while the Round Table members are distracted by the battle."

As Mashu spoke, she reached out and lifted Ritsuka up in her arms.

"Ah, it seems like something is coming."

As Ritsuka said this, a golden light crashed down from the sky, striking the thick city wall and causing it to cave in.

Brick fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

The crowd was restless; the person had been too close to them, and they felt as if a slight misstep could have landed on their heads.

On the tower.

The Lion King looked at the knights and crowd near the city gate, lowered his hand, and gave the order.

"Agraven, I'm leaving it to you."

"clear."

Agguwen leaned down toward the tower.