Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Upon hearing this, the three felt as if they had been doused with ice water; all their expectations vanished, and they could only look at each other in bewilderment.

But thinking about it, how could a sacred object capable of achieving all miracles be obtained for no reason?

If it were truly delivered to them like this, they would question its authenticity.

Is there really no other way?

Just as the group, filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, were slowly sinking into despair, the hostess abruptly changed the subject and began to speak softly.

"However, since you have appeared here, it proves that everything is destiny. Although I cannot provide the location of the Holy Grail, if you can complete the trial, you may be fortunate enough to hear the voice of heaven and receive revelation."

"Please guide me on how to complete the trial!"

Percival respectfully performed a knightly salute and eagerly pressed the mysterious mistress for answers.

"A fine resolve. Only when people's desires are strong enough can they attract the attention of the gods. Now, you should have completed the most difficult step and successfully obtained the qualifications to accept the test."

The woman smiled, her tone slightly comforting.

The tension in everyone eased slightly, and they looked at the guide with anticipation.

"What should I say next?"

The mistress frowned and murmured, lost in thought for a long time, seemingly troubled. During the long wait, the three knights' hearts pounded, and they didn't dare to even breathe.

Seeing the emotions of the woman, which fluctuated like a roller coaster, the corners of her lips under her veil subtly turned up, outlining a delicate curve, as she leisurely pondered.

"Then let's begin with the origins of this sacred relic. Have you ever heard of—the War of the Covenant?"

The group looked at each other and shook their heads, their faces full of confusion.

Galahad pondered for a moment, then, as if sensing something, suddenly looked up and stared blankly at the dome mural depicting the apocalyptic war between the gods.

Could it be that……

The hostess smiled and nodded, and in her melodious voice, she began to tell the history of the Holy Grail.

There were heroic and tragic songs, and magnificent and ancient chapters, which unfolded before everyone.

A thousand years ago, a white giant descended from the heavens. Wherever the sky went, the firmament fell, stars perished, the earth sank, and life, tainted by filth, went mad and distorted. The world burned, and all things melted away.

The gods rose up in rebellion and, after countless sacrifices, finally defeated the white giant.

But after the apocalypse, the world was ravaged, filthy, and devoid of life.

Ultimately, the blood of the lamb washed away the sins flowing through the filth, and the overflowing cup poured down on the world, cleansing it of its grime and giving the planet new life, allowing human reason to continue.

It turns out that the Holy Grail truly has the power to connect to the Root and reshape the world!

So the king was right, Britain is saved!

The three Knights of the Round Table's eyes gleamed with intense excitement.

However, to everyone's surprise, the hostess paused again, driving the three knights almost crazy. Just when they were about to burst out laughing, she pointed to the pillar of light hanging from the dome and smiled as she spoke.

"Go, the answer is there."

The three knights stepped forward, and the most eager of them all, Bose, was the first to reverently raise his hands and excitedly probe his fingers into the beam of light.

Bringing back the Holy Grail, receiving the king's praise, rescuing Britain from its predicament, and being sung about by the world—what a sublime glory!

However, after closing his eyes and waiting for a long time, there was no response from the surroundings.

Boss opened his eyes and looked back at the mysterious female owner behind him, feeling quite unwilling.

"Why is this happening?"

"The method is correct, but the key lies in God's grace, not unconditional charity. If you want to open that door, hear the divine voice, and sense the traces of the Holy Grail, what can you give up?"

The hostess smiled faintly, and the three of them couldn't help but frown and ponder.

Bose was completely baffled. Since he had not gained the approval of the Holy Grail, he had no choice but to retreat dejectedly and leave the task to Percival.

The mistress, leaning against a pillar, glanced at the three knights and murmured meaningfully.

"Since this is a mission to save the world, someone should naturally contribute the noblest virtues of a knight..."

Suddenly, Galahad, who was looking up at the murals on the dome, seemed to be deep in thought. He raised his hand and pressed Percival down, looking solemnly at his friend with a calm and composed gaze.

"Let me try."

Percival felt the weight on his shoulder and was slightly taken aback. In his memory, this kid had no interest in anything and no strong desires.

Now, he saw an unprecedented determination and seriousness in his friend's eyes.

"Haven't you always wanted to try my sword? Here you go,"

Before Percival could hesitate, Galahad took the jewel-encrusted red-hilted sword from his waist and handed it, still sheathed, to his friend.

"Okay, whatever."

Faced with Galahad's sudden queue-jumping and the bribe that scratched the itch, the good-natured Percival shrugged helplessly and stepped aside to give up his place.

"Thanks."

Galahad nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face. He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and solemnly placed his hands into the pillar of light, slowly lifting it up.

Suddenly, layers of golden ripples spread across the dome, and the entire mural of the divine war seemed to come alive, with the smoke of gunpowder and the tragic atmosphere of the battlefield rushing towards you.

hum!

The next moment, a dazzling light suddenly descended from the ring-shaped hole, enveloping Galahad within it.

Bouss and Percival, who had been standing aside somewhat indifferently, were suddenly jolted awake and wanted to step forward.

However, the surging ether swept in all directions, forming a fierce storm that sent the two flying.

Meanwhile, Galahad, bathed in dazzling light, seemed to be in an ancient battlefield.

He saw the gliding of predatory stars, he saw the descent of the white giant, he saw the burning and collapse of Yggdrasil, he saw the rebirth of the world on Avalon Island…

Click...

It felt like an eternity, yet also like a fleeting moment. With a crisp cracking sound, the transparent pillar of light disintegrated and scattered, revealing Galahad standing in place, his hands still in a gesture of offering.

In his palm, a large, intricately patterned, luminous golden cup appeared, gleaming brightly.

At the same time, the figure emitted a faint light from within, like a torch burning in the night.

"Holy Grail!"

The two knights were thrilled, their eyes burning with excitement.

However, Galahad, who had reopened his eyes, looked up at the sky, which resembled a broken waterfall, and glanced at the dimly lit ring road, then shook his head slightly.

"This is merely the key to unlocking the Greater Grail, intended as a guide."

Percival and Bose were slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

“That thing is not in this world, but in… Avalon…”

Galahad, reflecting on that magnificent history, recalled the final light of salvation in his mind, and slowly uttered the answer. At the same time, he solemnly handed the magnificent golden cup in his hand to Percival, exchanged a deep look with his friend, and earnestly gave him his instructions.

"Go, take it with you, go to see my king, and tell His Majesty..."

Galahad looked around, getting close to Percival, and his voice was almost nonexistent; even Bose, who was nearby, couldn't make out what was being said.

"Wait, aren't you coming back with us?"

As his fingers touched the golden cup, Percival realized what was happening and stared blankly at Galahad, who had stood up and stepped back.

Galahad smiled faintly, looked up at the dome, his eyes filled with fascination and fervor.

"No, I have heard the call, I have found a new home, and I am about to go to the true Pure Land."

Bathed in light, the knight began to chant, waved goodbye, and then spread his arms as if welcoming the arrival of a new life.

Suddenly, ethereal hymns began to rise, and Percival and Bose seemed to see radiant angels descending from the dome, welcoming Galahad, which radiated light from within, into a pure land of flowing water and lush green grass.

"Gentlemen, my mission is complete. Britain awaits your salvation. Let us go..."

Before Percival and Bose could react, the air around them distorted, and when they came to their senses, they found themselves standing by the stream where they had started.

Looking into the distance, the ancient castle and towering spires that once stood on the cliff have vanished without a trace.

If it weren't for the golden cup in his hand, constantly pulsating with light and shadow, shimmering faintly, Percival would have thought that everything that had just happened was an illusion of dreams and illusions.

"What should we do now?"

As Bose's questions echoed in his ears, Percival was jolted back to his senses.

He tightened his grip on the red-hilted sword, rose and leaped onto his warhorse, his gaze resolute as he stared into the distance, murmuring to himself.

“Galahad is right. Let’s go. It’s our turn to complete our mission.”

Upon seeing this, Bose immediately packed his belongings and spurred his horse to catch up with Percival.

The merit of bringing the Holy Grail, the fortune of being favored by the gods, and the future of entering that eternal kingdom.

It's easy to imagine the sensation that the name Galahad will cause in the holy city.

so good……

The young knight turned back and looked enviously at the cloud-shrouded mountaintop, a flame of passion igniting within him.

Meanwhile, on the cloud-shrouded mountaintop, ripples of air spread as a graceful figure walked up the cliff, leaned against a tree, and gazed intently at the two Knights of the Round Table who were escorting the Holy Grail into the distance, her purple eyes beneath a veil. A smile played on her lips.

The game begins.

Several days later, Percival and Bos, the two Grail Knights, traveled day and night without stopping, and finally, at dusk, they rushed into the palace, dusty and weary, to present their spoils to Artoria in the empty hall.

Along with the Lesser Grail, news also broke that Galahad had left the team and chosen to enter the Eternal Paradise.

Lancelot, who had been summoned here alone by the Lion King, fell into an unusual silence upon hearing the whereabouts of his son.

The Knight of the Lake stared blankly at the red-hilted sword that Percival had presented to him. His body trembled slightly, his face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his face was like a frozen sculpture. His movements and reactions were much slower, and he seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant.

“Uncle, my brother has transcended worldly troubles and entered the eternal kingdom. This is a good thing, and you should be happy.”

Bos, standing nearby, tried to comfort him while sighing with envy, though he still felt somewhat resentful.

"If I try again, maybe I'll have this chance too."

"idiot!"

However, Lancelot slapped away his nephew's hand that was offering him support, and like an enraged lion, his eyes were bloodshot as he questioned him in a hoarse voice.

Do you know what the noblest virtue of a knight is?

Percival's initial excitement at returning with news of the Holy Grail subsided, but upon hearing this, a sudden unease gripped him, and an ominous premonition arose within him.

"It was a sacrifice..."

The equally silent Knight King slowly rose, walked down the steps, paused to look into the distance, and began to murmur softly.

"Not for oneself, but for others, a sacrifice made for salvation..."

The blood of the lamb fills the cup, thus nourishing the world and giving new life to all things. It is the mercy of the Creator and the sacrifice of the martyrs.

Similarly, to uncover the secrets of the Holy Grail and save Britain, a sacrifice is also required.

This is the ritual that runs through the entire destiny of the Holy Grail.

Chapter 120 I love you but can't say it (4k)

Sacrifice is the noblest virtue of a knight...

Percival, sitting in the hall, was stunned as he recalled Galahad's abrupt choice to touch the light before him and the act of handing over the red-hilted sword to him.

So, you already knew all along.

At this moment, Bos, who was also slow to realize what was happening, was immediately stunned, his eyes looking away in shame.

The goddess standing on the steps took in their reactions, a silent sigh escaping her lips.

Of the three, Bose is too worldly, Percival is too naive, while Galahad possesses both a pure spirit and the corresponding wisdom. She is not only the most outstanding next generation in this team, but also the most outstanding in the Round Table lineage, and even shoulders the mission of succeeding her or Lancelot and leading the entire Round Table.

however……

"Sir Lancelot..."

Artoria stepped past the two people with different expressions and came to the Lake Knight who was holding a red-hilted sword and had a hunched back. She moved her lips slightly and murmured softly.

"I grant you permission to withdraw from the remaining operations. Go back and rest..."

"Your Majesty, I appreciate your kindness."