My mother's love song

“How foolish, leader of the mountain people.

Even in Britain, the merciful king never issued a ban.

...You have only seen the bright side of our king from the legend.

So you can't understand the true horror of that sir...'The king doesn't understand human nature'. How many times do I have to say this?"

"Knights of the Round Table...Tristan."

The goddess Morrigan gazed at him from afar.

As Morgan Alter of [Chaos·Evil], she has always been indifferent to the injustice of the Knights of Justice.

The Celtic divinity [Goddess Morrigan] in Morgan's body is the divinity of war and disaster.

That's why she has been taking a lazy attitude in this adventure, whether it is towards Gawain or Mordred.

However, this time Tristan's remarks touched her sore spot.

What the hell do you know about King Arthur?

Morgan raised his slender hand wrapped in black aurora with some dissatisfaction and pointed his fingertips at Tristan.

"...Are you the black servant who defeated Lord Gawain and Lord Mordred?"

Sensing the murderous intent, Tristan turned to look at Morrigan, but did not assume a fighting stance.

"The princess has ordered me not to fight you...

Although it's not my place to say anything, it looks like you've angered the princess.

That master seems to have decided to enjoy you all to himself... How pitiful."

"princess?"

Hearing this word, the goddess Morrigan's expression gradually froze.

Chapter 266 Arash dies again! How inhumane!

"princess?"

Hearing the name, the goddess Morrigan frowned uneasily.

The princess that Tristan was talking about was Guinevere? Did that woman also come to this singularity?

Haha... Altria is still as naive as ever.

What's the point of summoning out a weak woman who had betrayed him once?

If it were me, I would definitely make Lancelot and Guinevere, that pair of bastards, suffer a fate neither living nor dying. Only by doing so can I vent my hatred.

At this moment, Morgan's emerald eyes suddenly flashed with suspicion.

Wait a minute. Is the Lion King's princess... really Guinevere?

That woman was just a vase to serve as a foil to King Arthur. She knew her position and never got involved in state affairs.

But judging from what Tristan said just now, the princess of the Holy City is a person with considerable say, and can even directly control the actions of the Knights of the Round Table.

Although it sounds absurd, could it be that the princess...

Morgan narrowed his eyes and shot dark aurora from his fingertips towards Tristan.

At the same time as she suddenly launched an attack, the Archer Knight also plucked the magic harp in his hand and shot down the Black Goddess's probing attack with invisible arrows.

"Who is the princess next to the Lion King in the Holy City?"

"This is a forbidden matter in Camelot. We Knights of the Round Table are forbidden to discuss the identity of the princess."

"You are so useless. Could it be that the Lion King doesn't trust you at all?"

"We once made a fatal mistake against the king. It is only natural that the Knights of the Round Table who betrayed that lord once would not be trusted."

"That's why you are abandoned by the Lion King."

"If this is true, it can be said to be the long-cherished wish of the Round Table."

Tristan's fingers danced on the strings, and countless invisible blades occupied the entire space in all directions.

"Hmph... the so-called knights are just a bunch of blind but clever dogs no matter what era they are in!"

As Morgan spoke, dark curse bullets shot out from his fingers, burning all of the Archer Knight's Unrivaled British Divine Skills.

The long-range shooting between them caused countless magical powers to burst out in the air.

"Isn't your princess a very cocky teenager?"

After Morgan asked this, Tristan's fingers that were plucking the strings paused for a moment.

""

The dark goddess' eyes did not miss this detail.

She seemed to understand something, and a deep light flashed in her eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

My husband, and my silly sister...you two are quite good at having fun.

Morgan curled his lips and pointed the finger that was originally aimed at Tristan at the Knights of Justice beside him.

A torrent of dark aurora burst out from in front of the slender white fingers, and the well-equipped army was wiped out in an instant.

"…without using any Noble Phantasms or ceremonial equipment, the magic power was increased and the output was completed on a city scale."

Tristan's body trembled slightly, and he whispered, "This is the same power as our king. No wonder Gawain and Mordred lost to you."

Ritsuka asked loudly, "Knight Tristan! Who is the princess you are talking about!? Could it be that this is the person who decided to execute the Holy Judgment on the people!?"

"...?"

Tristan's brows knitted together in displeasure.

"In your opinion, did the king carry out the sanctions because he was deceived by the evil words?

If you think so, you underestimate the Lion King's determination and ideals..."

The red-haired knight suddenly turned his head away while speaking: "It seems that this is the end."

"?"

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

In the starry blue night sky, something appeared, blocking out the moon and covering the sky.

It was a golden eye of the storm that was more than several kilometers long.

The mysterious woven pattern that makes up the whole is exactly the same as the appearance of the Holy Spear Rongomyniad.

It brought neither the roar of thunder nor the violence of a hurricane. The slowly spiraling eye of the hurricane was simply filled with the absolute holiness and majesty of the Goddess of the End.

"Confirm the high-density magic reaction in the sky!"

"That is... the Lion King's Judgment!?"

Ritsuka had never heard a doctor sound so panicked.

The eye of the storm slowly fell towards the ground, gradually transforming into the shape of a holy spear.

"The observed magic power value exceeds 300 million! Uh, because the firepower of the highest-level Noble Phantasm is 1000 to 3000... Hey! Anyway, it's an incomparable amount of heat! Everyone, retreat quickly! It will evaporate along with the terrain!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately said: "How can we retreat? The villagers haven't finished evacuating yet!"

"So sad... There is no reason, no words. Existence itself is a beautiful thing, but it is so sad."

Tristan calmly put away his harp [Failnaught].

"As you can see, the insignificant mountain people are about to disappear in the glory of the King. Your sins will be cleansed away without a trace."

Mash clenched the shield in her hand and shouted at him, "Tristan!!! Was that really what King Arthur did? Are you really not crazy!?"

"Of course! That king finally became the king of the past, future, and eternity as the legend said. That is... my king has completely abandoned the human heart!"

"...Tsk."

"Goodbye, distorted goddess of war, and young shield child. I guess we won't see each other again..."

After saying that, Tristan called upon the remaining troops of the Knights of Rectification, and left the village, which had already been in ruins, under the gaze of everyone.

……

……

There was a sense of despair in the air.

The Lion King's pillar of light is about to fall. Do you want to abandon the refugees here and run for your own life?

Of course it is impossible.

The goddess Morrigan folded her arms and stared coldly at the Holy Lance.

If she is serious, she can certainly counteract the Lion King's Judgment.

But the Dark Goddess is not a kind savior and will not do useless damage.

However, she also felt unhappy about letting Altria act recklessly.

Hmm...what should I do?

When Morgan was in a dilemma and everyone was in despair, a voice came from behind.

"I'm sorry. I promised you that I could do it, but now this is the end. You can complain, complain, and reprimand me as much as you want."

"Mr. Arash! Where have you been all this time...Ah! What happened to your injury!?"

The blood-covered archer staggered to the crowd.

He had taken a heavy toll from Lancelot's Noble Phantasm a few hours ago, but he managed to save his life with the help of [Tenacity EX], and rushed over here with his almost broken body.

"Ahem...uh!"

After Arash vomited a mouthful of blood, he showed his signature refreshing smile to the people who looked embarrassed.

"I say, don't look so gloomy."

"Arash...Mr.?"

"There is another way."

Arash walked to the front of the crowd holding a bow, leaving his broad back imprinted in everyone's eyes.

“You can’t die here.”

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Morgan crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Ah...Sister Alter, although our goals are different, you are the only one who can stop the king.

So let me clear the way for you."

He stretched out the scarlet bow in his hand to its full extent.

The archer named Arash has the best eyesight in the world.

Those black eyes were enough to reflect the plains, the mountains, the beasts, and everything between heaven and earth.

The Cretaceous Holy City that once looked out to the east

The supreme spear that upholds the laws of humanity, the victorious king whose reputation has been passed down for thousands of years.

The Lion King standing at the end of the world casts a purifying light which is undoubtedly a punishment from heaven.

【Clairvoyance】has already said it all.

Arash did not know many kings.

But the ruthlessness and majesty of the Lion King are far from those of other kings.

"Rather than a king, she's more like a goddess."

Once, he just used his [Clairvoyance] to secretly glance at her, and the goddess stared back at him with a cold stare that was enough to make a great hero's heart stop.

The existence of the Lion King far exceeded Arash's imagination and made him realize how insignificant he was as a human being.

But you can't give in.

It's a little too early to give up now.