Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Gazing at the sky, Bedivere's chapped lips parted, his tone filled with astonishment, as if he couldn't believe he was still alive.

Given the circumstances, even being on the verge of attack would pose a potentially fatal threat to him.

Did someone save him?

As I was thinking this, the sound of burning wood reached my ears, and I stiffly turned my head.

A bonfire leaped into his eyes, with wooden frames on either side, on which two chicken-like creatures were roasting.

The enticing aroma wafted past his nose on the evening breeze, causing his parched mouth to involuntarily produce saliva.

"I know you're hungry, but you'll have to wait a little longer if you want to eat."

With a teasing tone, Bedivere realized he had been staring at the roast chicken for too long, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his handsome face.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, a woman in a black dress sat by the campfire, her long, flowing red hair more dazzling than the flickering flames.

What attracted Bedivere's attention most were the two black, sword-like horns extending from the sides of the other's head.

Clearly, this is a non-human being.

How are you feeling physically?

Surtr poked the campfire with his long stick, turned his head, and looked at the other person with his purplish-red eyes.

"Body......"

Upon hearing the question, Bedivere turned his attention back to his body.

He pushed himself up with his hands, sat up, looked down at his hands, and clenched his fists. His eyes widened slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

This was hard not to surprise him.

No one knew his body better than him. His overworked body would feel excruciating pain just from using it, but now he felt lighter than ever before. Even his soul, which was as fragile as a candle flame, was stabilized by some force, and his tired consciousness was clearer than ever before.

"Was it you who healed my body? But how could that be?"

Bedivere looked at Surtr; the only one present who could do that was Surtr.

But what kind of miracle could heal a body that was like a collapsing clod of earth?

"I've temporarily placed my treasure inside your body. Remember to return it to me later, it's very precious."

Surtr emphasized the word "my," as if to stress something.

She temporarily placed Avalon inside the other person's body.

Bedivere's current situation is not good either. Although his physical injuries can be healed, his soul and spirit are another matter.

The other party's condition was less like injury and more like wear and tear.

Everything wears out after prolonged use; it's a natural law that even Avalon can't change. All it can do is stabilize it and prevent it from deteriorating further.

Upon hearing the other party's reply, Bedivere raised his hand to his chest, and a tremor ran through his silver arm. Perhaps within this tremor lay something of the same origin as the Holy Sword.

Splash!

Armor clashed, white cloaks billowed, and a knight knelt on one knee before Surtr.

“I am Bedivere, a Knight of the Round Table. I’m sorry I can’t promise you anything right now, but I will always remember this kindness.”

Bedivere's words were tinged with guilt.

In any case, at the end of this journey, he will return to nothingness, and all he can do is remember the other party's life-saving grace.

No, after returning to nothingness, even remembrance becomes impossible.

"That's an exaggeration, get up quickly."

Surtr paused as he flipped the roast chicken, feeling that such a formal thank you was inappropriate for the occasion.

After the other person stood up, Surtr continued to speak.

"Actually, I didn't save you without asking for anything in return. In a sense, our goals are the same."

"for you."

After cutting the chicken with a knife and finding it to be in good condition, Surtr handed one of them to Bedivere.

"Thank you."

Bedivere took it and waited for the other party to continue.

“I know your past and I understand why you came to this singularity. You want to return the Holy Sword, while my goal is to correct this singularity. Do you understand now?”

I took out the kettle and poured two glasses of water for each of them.

"They even knew that, when Merlin had clearly hidden it."

Bedivere touched his right arm.

"Maybe it's because my eyesight is better."

"Is that so? It seems you are also a powerful prophet. Are you a Servant summoned by the Counter Force?"

"It's slightly different, but let's just leave it at that."

Surtr didn't explain much, since the things they were doing weren't that different anyway.

"You can call me Surtr. No need to be too formal, just be casual."

"Surtr, could he be the fire giant king of Norse mythology?"

Bedivere pondered the name, his slightly calmed emotions churning again. In the mystical world, real names held significance; no one would casually reveal another's name.

Especially with such a powerful existence, it's possible that it might attract attention unintentionally, and being directly replaced is not out of the question.

In other words, the Servant who still looks like a young girl is the real Surtr?

The legendary Surtr is actually a beautiful girl.

Bedivere felt he had discovered a shocking truth.

But when I thought about how their king was like that, I suddenly felt that it wasn't such a big deal.

I just feel like this world really likes women dressing up as men.

He remembered that Surtr had a spouse.

Is it a sham marriage like Wang's, or...?

Ahem, I can't think about this anymore.

Bedivere shook his head, banishing the impolite thought from his mind.

"Just treat me like a spirit being. Eat up, you must be very hungry."

As he spoke, Surtr took a bite of the roasted chicken.

The crispy outer skin crackled as it was roasted, revealing snow-white, tender chicken inside. The perfectly seasoned sauce complemented the chicken's natural flavor, causing Surtr to unconsciously let out a satisfied snort.

Her cooking skills are quite good.

Seeing this, Bedivere also focused his attention on the roasted meat in his hand. After all, he was still a normal human body, and he hadn't eaten for almost a day. He was now starving.

Bedivere lowered his head and took a bite of the juicy, golden-brown roasted chicken.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Four - The Strangers

When it comes to grilling, as long as the heat is just right and you add some seasonings, the result won't be too bad.

As Surtr munched on chicken, the system panel appeared before his eyes.

[Mission: The Last Knight]

[Mission Objective: Help Bedivere return the Holy Sword]

[Faced with the Lion King, now a god, and his Knights of the Round Table, Bedivere alone would likely be powerless. Help him, force the Lion King to his knees, and... return the Holy Sword.]

[Rewards: 1200 Primogems, 3 random rewards]

[Current Originium: 9205.2]

After Bedivere was rescued, the mission objectives changed.

Adding the rewards she received from the previous settlement in the Eye of the Blade, her Origin Stones will soon approach 10,000.

The young emperor's task was 1,200, and according to the system, the other party had indeed become a rather excellent monarch.

There were five rewards in total, and the results were satisfactory.

Aside from the Queen's Set, the Torture Insights, and the Emperor's Crown—three completely useless items—the other two items are not bad.

One of them is the Teigu 'Gaia's Foundation', which can freely change the appearance of the body, but will revert to its original form if subjected to a severe impact.

It's not bad as a toy.

In addition, there is a skill called 'Adaptation A'.

The user of this skill is a dangerous species named Tyrande. Its effect is that it can adapt to any environment and can also stack corresponding resistances after being attacked.

It can also enhance the holder's vitality, allowing them to recover quickly as long as they are not completely destroyed in one blow.

This is a basic version of the Twelve Trials.

For some reason, Miss Surtr felt like she was constantly shifting towards becoming a tank, even though her attack power hadn't increased much, her defense was definitely rising rapidly.

Weird.

Shaking his head, Surtr closed the panel, looked up at Mr. Bedivere, who had already devoured the chicken and still looked unsatisfied, and asked.

"Bedivell, how much do you know about this singularity?"

"I don't know the exact details, but I do know the general distribution of power."

"Throw the bone into the fire, take a sip of water," Bedivere replied.

"This singularity is mainly controlled by three forces: the Lion King in the east, the Sun King in the west, and the Hassans hidden in the mountainous region."

"Among them, the Lion King was the most powerful, followed by the Sun King, and the Hassans were the weakest."

"Next, I will go to the Holy City in the east to find the Lion Queen. She is the one I am looking for."

"Ah."

Surtr nodded. The plot was roughly the same as what she knew, but she didn't know the specifics and would have to go and see for herself to find out.

"The next destination is the Holy City. I hope it goes smoothly."

"Ah."

Bedivere clenched his fists, as if he were nervous.

This was only natural; the goal he had been searching for for 1,500 years was now within reach, and he could not remain calm no matter what.

Moreover, during his journey, he heard that the Knights of the Round Table under the Lion King had carried out a massacre of the people of this land, an order that the former king would never have given, and the reason behind it chilled him to the bone.

The next day.

The two left the oasis where they had rested and, facing the rising sun, embarked on their journey to the holy city.

Before this, Surtr didn't forget to use Shangri-La to set a coordinate in place, so that if there was any danger, at least escaping wouldn't be a problem.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Bedivere walked across the sand dunes, and soon his gaze was drawn to a massive crater.

Judging by its size, it could easily accommodate a town.

He had seen similar sights in the wilderness before he came.

What exactly was that light?

Bedivere muttered to himself that he had never seen such power before, transforming the earth into this state in just an instant.

"That's actually the Lion King's Noble Phantasm."

Surtr walked over to him and explained.

"The Lion King's Noble Phantasm! There used to be a town here, why would she do this?"

When the Lion King was mentioned, Bedivere's tone inevitably became excited.

"It's probably to purge the rebels, since not everyone is satisfied with the other side's rule."

Surtr shrugged.

Putting aside the reasons, to be honest, she felt that the Lion King's approach was extremely inefficient.

There are only so many people in such a town. Wouldn't it be faster to just wait until they gather and then blast them with our Noble Phantasms?