Miss Surtr will ignite the world

In this era, no matter how many ordinary people gather, they cannot defeat the gods. Fighting them one by one would be a pure waste of magic power.

"Let's go. If you can't stand what she's doing, let's end this sooner rather than later."

Surtr patted Bedivere on the shoulder, walked past him, and went ahead.

"You're right."

Bedivere nodded silently, strode forward, and left side by side with Surtr.

In the Middle East, on the land that was once called the holy city of Jerusalem, a magnificent chalk city now stands at the edge of the yellow sand.

The offices are located atop a tall tower within the city.

dong dong.

A dull knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Enter."

A deep male voice rang out from inside the room. As soon as the voice finished speaking, the dignified knight, whose entire body was covered in heavy armor, pushed open the heavy door and came to the center of the room. He bowed his head and reported to a black-haired, black-eyed man with black armor, deep features, and a serious and rigid appearance behind the desk.

"Your Excellency, the soldiers in the watchtower have spotted figures resembling strangers outside the Holy City."

"Has it finally arrived?"

Agguwen put down the documents in his hand and asked in a deep voice.

Where are they now?

"There are two groups of people who resemble the strangers. One group consists of a purple-haired woman wearing armor similar to that of the Holy City Knights and an orange-haired woman dressed strangely. The other group consists of a male knight wearing similar armor and a red-haired woman wearing a hat."

"Both groups are heading towards the Holy City, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, they should arrive tonight."

Two groups.

Agguwen frowned, making his already deep wrinkles even more prominent.

As the stars shone brightly in a foreign land, cracks appeared in the alliance of Baiya. Dark clouds shrouded the king's majesty, and the Tower of Divine Trust crumbled.

These are prophecies from astrology, which made Agravivan extremely wary of so-called outsiders.

Based solely on the descriptions, it's impossible to determine which side is the true enemy of the Holy City, but it's certain that there are Servants mixed in among them, wearing armor similar to that of the Holy City Knights.

Apart from the Knights of the Righteousness, only their round table remained in the Holy City.

There is currently no information about any armor being left outside, so it is most likely that it belongs to a certain Servant.

Colleagues at the round table?

But he remembered that there were no women at the round table other than Mordred and Gareth.

My mind was filled with questions, but I quickly shook my head.

These questions will be answered when we meet the other party, but for now...

"Go and gather all the knights who are out there..."

After a pause, Agguiwen spoke again.

"Go and call Mordred and Tristan back."

They didn't contact Lancelot again, since the latter already disliked the Holy City's actions, and bringing him back might cause unnecessary trouble.

Four roundtables, including the invincible Gawain, are enough.

If the other person is indeed the stranger in the prophecy, then let him die in this city.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Five - She Infiltrated

The blazing sun, high in the sky, gradually sank behind the sand dunes, and a comfortable evening breeze began to blow.

Boots sank into the thinning yellow sand.

"Wow, what a magnificent city."

Placing his hand on his forehead, Surtr gazed at the pristine white city in the distance and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The towering, thick city walls kept out the disturbing sandstorms from all around. Four tall towers stood at the four corners of the city, guarding the palace at the very center of the city along with the rows of towers inside.

Heavy, orderly, and well-organized – that was the first impression that holy city gave Surtur.

This orderly aesthetic perfectly suits her taste. If it were her, she definitely wouldn't let anyone live there; instead, she would carefully collect it as a treasure.

“That city looks exactly like Camelot.”

Bedivere said, a sad expression on his face.

"But that's just the appearance. The real Camelot would never turn away refugees."

In the distance, before the gates of the Holy City, ragged refugees had pitched low tents against the wall; judging by their numbers, there were probably more than a thousand of them. Every now and then, one could see refugees glancing towards the gates; everyone seemed to be quietly waiting for something.

What exactly does the Lion King want to do?

Bedivere murmured.

If you want to save them, you can simply open the door anytime. Why make them wait here?

"Just ask someone and you'll find out."

As he spoke, Surtr turned his head and looked at several guys who were sneaking around hiding behind the rocks.

"Could you please answer this question for us?"

"Miss, information doesn't come cheap."

Several armed figures emerged from the shadows, led by a dark-skinned man dressed as a businessman with a shrewd expression on his face.

"So you are still alive."

Surtr raised an eyebrow.

"Tsk, I thought they were two fat sheep, but they turned out to be ferocious beasts."

The merchant shuddered slightly, muttered a complaint, and then answered truthfully.

"You two, don't you even know about the Lion King's holy extermination ceremony before coming here?"

"I've heard something, so those refugees are waiting for Saint Bahadur?"

"Yes."

It seems that the Lion King of this world has also chosen the same path as in the story.

Surtr thought to himself.

When will the Saint Bachelor ceremony be held?

"The new moon of every month, speaking of which, is tonight."

The merchant pointed to the sky. Surtr looked up and saw the sun gradually disappearing, while a crescent moon quietly appeared in the sky.

When she looked down, she saw that the merchant and his henchmen had already slipped away.

"They run really fast."

He muttered something to himself, but made no intention of chasing after them.

"Miss Surtr, do you know what Saint Basil is?"

Bedivere, who had remained silent, asked. He only knew the name Saint Bass, but judging from Surtur's attitude, the other party seemed to know something.

"Simply put, it means that the Lion King selects a very small number of suitable people to enter the Holy City, while abandoning the rituals of others."

"Abandoning others means that most of the refugees will be abandoned?"

"It's almost all of them."

Surtr emphasized that, using the same selection method as in The Lion King, you'd be lucky to find one qualified person out of a hundred.

Bedivere silently looked at the refugees stationed at the city gate. They had probably come here with their last hope, only to be met with such a cruel reality.

"Even if you sympathize with them, there's nothing we can do to save them. Maybe a few of them will survive if they participate in the Holy Rescue."

Surtr offered a half-hearted consolation, clearly indicating that they couldn't afford the supplies for over a thousand people, even with the small Holy Grail included.

The final result will probably be that his body is left to rot in the wilderness.

"For now, let's go see if we can meet the Lion King. Maybe she can help these people after the Holy Sword is returned."

"Yes, that makes sense. But how to get in is a problem. As you just said, only those who are chosen can enter this city."

Bedivere frowned.

He didn't think that as a traitor, he would be targeted.

"How about you go and reveal your identity to the knight? Since you are also a Knight of the Round Table, perhaps he will make an exception for you."

Surtr proposed.

“This, I think this will be somewhat difficult. The current Round Table is very different from the Round Table I know. I don’t know if they are still willing to accept me... no, I’m afraid I can’t accept them.”

Bedivere sighed.

"Moreover, they probably won't let me contact the King alone. If the Round Table obstructs me, I probably won't be able to return the Holy Sword on my own."

"Well, that's true. It's too dangerous for you to face the round table alone. Just because you can get in doesn't mean I can too."

Surtr pinched his chin.

The meeting needs to be arranged in a undisturbed setting, allowing for a private encounter with the Lion King. Ideally, she should accompany him, ensuring his safety no matter what happens.

"In that case, it seems the only option is to sneak in secretly. What do you think?"

She was very skilled at this; with the Wind King's Barrier and the ability to conceal her aura, she could ensure that no one could detect her.

"It is indeed the only way. But, I'm sorry, I may not be that good at this."

Bedivere scratched his cheek awkwardly. He was the one who was supposed to return the Holy Sword, but it always seemed like he was the one causing trouble.

"Okay, then, just stand there and don't move."

As he spoke, Surtr extended his hand to the other person.

A gentle breeze stirred around her as she moved.

Under her will, the wind wrapped around Bedivere's body, and gradually, her tall figure disappeared from the spot.

"Is this the King's Wind King Barrier?"

A surprised tone came from the air; as Arthur's knight, he was clearly very familiar with this move.

"The principle is similar, but as expected, it doesn't work."

Surtr shook his head as he looked at Bedivere's hands, which were exposed with the slightest movement.

Ultimately, it's up to her to control this; other people's actions aren't so easy to control. If only the other person could shrink a little.

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Surtr calmed the wind and took out an exquisite box from his backpack.

"This is."

Bedivere was puzzled.

"Don't move around, let me do your makeup."

With that, Surtr opened the box and took out the items inside.

A moment later, a small white bird appeared in Surtr's palm.

"Miss Surtr, how did I become like this?"

The sound remained unchanged, as if a small bird's shell was covering it.

Bedivere curiously flapped his wings, and actually flew off Surtr's hand.

It wasn't an illusion; it really did change its appearance.

"It's just a little toy that's disguised as you. Be careful, it will turn back if you get too violently hit."

Surtr reminded him.

"What an amazing gadget! I'll keep an eye on it."

“That should solve the problem. I’ll take you infiltrating. Since that city is the same as Camelot, you should be very familiar with its layout.”

With that, Surtr put the other person on his shoulder.