Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"Well, that must be it."

"Hey……"

Kama, with his head bowed, blinked, feeling his face turn even redder, to the point that he no longer dared to raise his head.

Rather than being happy, it's more accurate to say I didn't know how to respond.

Putting aside the fact that I actually traded my precious Grand rank for such a mythical reenactment, even if I wanted to cherish this relationship for a little longer, I should have prioritized resolving the current singularity's problems. For Gavia, that wasn't the highest priority; resolving the disaster was. I seem to have been too self-centered. The old man only gave it to me because of Gavia, and I did something wrong...

Novia is only saying this because of Charlemagne; after all, it's not surprising that he would use such an excuse to make himself feel better.

"Well, only five days have passed; it's still a long way from a hundred years."

Novia suddenly muttered to herself.

The volume was so low that almost no one could hear it, but for Kama, who was right next to him, it was loud enough to hear clearly.

The frankness of the speech made Cupid feel hot all over, which is probably the reason for this singularity.

“Let’s complete this duty later, Kama.”

After saying this, he cupped Kama's face, which had just bowed its head, in his hands and said to himself, "That means there are still 36545 days left."

"You said it yourself, I don't agree with it."

Kama smiled happily.

Ah, since that's the case, then I'll gratefully accept my love, thought Cupid.

Chapter 459 The One Who Possesses the True Holy Grail.

"I have summoned you all because your strength is essential to the plan."

"Even if I could annihilate the enemy alone, I could not carry out the Holy Salvation. I need knights who can act as my brothers."

"but--"

Jerusalem.

That city, so striking amidst the desolation of the wilderness, could be described as 'sacred'.

Although the differences between the cities are not as great as those between magic and sorcery, they are a watershed that divides beings into beings even more heterogeneous than humans and beasts. Due to its faith, its importance among various religious sects, the mystery of the former Jewish province, and its subsequent reconstruction by the Roman Empire, this holy city has been given a sacred name.

Earlier, just before Richard the Lionheart and Charlemagne were about to enter Jerusalem, on a high point on the outskirts of Jerusalem, a tall woman with golden hair and gleaming yellow-green eyes, dressed in clean white armor and holding a long spear, made such a declaration.

Before her stood all the Knights of the Round Table, making the woman's identity quite clear: in some world, the former Artoria, who should have died, was unable to do so for some reason and was corrupted by the special properties of another divinely crafted weapon she possessed, ultimately becoming "a ghost wandering the world wielding the Holy Lance."

No, at this moment she can no longer be called the ideal king, but rather the Holy Lance itself, the divine persona of the Holy Lance.

The goddess Rungomminiad—that is the true name that belongs to her as the so-called Lion King.

However, to all the Knights of the Round Table she has summoned, she is still the great queen to whom they should serve until the end of humanity.

“I understand that this behavior is incompatible with your creed.”

Percival looked directly into the eyes of the king with a calm expression.

From those eyes, now almost divine, one could not sense a trace of the former king's conviction, only a pure, unwavering belief.

Seeing those eyes, Percival, the heir to the Holy Lance, was absolutely certain—

This 'king' is indeed different from the kings he is familiar with, but there is no doubt that he genuinely likes humans, even to the point of loving them.

But Percival also understood that what this 'King' was about to do was far from benevolent. However, even though the Knights of the Circle knew this, a considerable number of them would still support the King. There was no other reason than that she was a King who was sacrificing her ideals for Britain and for the people of Britain.

"You can obey me, or you can leave me. Or you can join forces here to defeat me."

"Give me your answer at sunset; that's all the time I can wait."

After summoning the Knights of the Round Table, the goddess Rungomminiad told them that even though Britain had been destroyed, she still wanted to protect people. To do this, she needed to recreate the chalk city of Camelot to select those who could preserve humanity and ensure its survival in the face of imminent destruction.

In fact, the Lion King believed that humanity had no future under the burning of human reason, and since she was no match for Goetia, who was the one who burned human reason, she thought from a divine perspective that even if some people were kept, it would be a continuation of humanity, so that nothing would be left. Her actions were like the Sands of Osiris, another possibility for Shion.

Humanity is doomed to perish, so using some people as specimens before that happens can be seen as a roundabout way to save humanity.

However, there is a problem with this: as long as there are still people struggling, there is no hope at all.

However, since the Lion King was a god, not a human, he would not understand this principle.

The dusty air was surprisingly refreshing amidst this unprecedented atmosphere of conflict. If it were even slightly hotter, the air would be unmistakably filled with heat. And in this perplexing atmosphere, the sun gradually set, and sunset was fast approaching.

Standing to the left of the Lion King are the Knights of the Round Table, led by Gawain, who stand firmly on the King's side, while to the right are the Knights of the Round Table, led by Percival. Soon, these people, who were once as close as brothers, will begin to kill each other in a bloody manner.

Completely unable to accept this king, the knight raised the banner of rebellion for the sake of his loyalty, fighting against this king to protect the honor of the king in his memory, and was about to be killed by the Round Table formed by Gawain and his companions.

"To achieve a pure white, thousand-year-old kingdom, this is my own justice..."

The Wheel of Victory that Gawain wields is a sister sword bestowed upon him by the Lady of the Lake. It has a sun wheel-like sword housed in its hilt. If the battle had not started at sunset, the pressure on Gawain during the day would have been constantly increasing, and his mere aura would have been an attack of near-despair and fear.

However, their opponent, Percival, the inheritor of the Holy Lance, is a noble knight who, though unable to gain the upper hand in strength, will never admit defeat.

Just as the two sides, having already decided to engage in a bloody battle before the Lion King—

"Alright, it's time to wrap this up..."

Just as the Knights of the Round Table were about to take their respective actions.

The slightly immature voice of a silver-haired girl leading a goat and wearing a hood echoed throughout the place where a conflict was about to erupt.

"……what?"

A moment after the girl spoke, the Lion King instinctively let out a surprised sound, because under his imposing aura, despite the intense heat of the area, an unforgettable cool sensation traveled through his skin, especially triggering the Lion King's instinctive wariness.

"Hey! Let's go to court, to the Court of God!"

The silver-haired girl raised the sword at her waist and pointed it at Jerusalem. "I accidentally spoke my mind, Morley, the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar! Although that's the name, I was not only forced to bear all sorts of responsibilities, but I was also unjustly burned to death. So it's not unavoidable that I've been 'innocent'd by this sticky heretic."

"The Knights Templar..."

"Yes, yes, what makes me appear in this heretical form are the despicable and jealous people, the cowardly pope, the king whose only virtues are good looks and greed, and my own weakness."

Morley nodded to himself, then casually and with a smile called out again, "I am now a subordinate of the great Lionheart King, you can't just kill me like that, hee hee."

"...What is the purpose of your visit here?"

Gawain frowned. "And who is Lionheart?"

"Hehehe? Richard would be very hurt if he heard that~ After all, he's a huge fan of the Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur, the Wandering King who has spent his whole life searching for your traces..."

Morai's voice sounded both innocent and extremely crazy. "Anyway, you're going to attack Jerusalem eventually, right? In that case, why not go inside Jerusalem first and discuss it with my king? After all, massacring innocent civilians in the Holy Land who have nothing to do with the war is a necessary evil that you're about to commit."

Everyone fell silent, unsure how to respond to Morai's words, and even the Lion King himself remained silent.

This is because the Lion King has already said that the new Chalk City of Camelot cannot accept everyone, only the chosen ones, so killing is inevitable.

"Really, really, are you all keeping quiet because you think I'm a clown? Oh dear, I almost forgot, I'm no different from a clown. I calmly stood on the fire without crying or screaming in pain! It's a pity that no one laughed out loud..."

As he spoke, Morley raised a hand towards the Lion King, "And over there, the White Queen! Don't think I don't know the Holy Grail is with you!"

The Holy Grail is the only miracle that is also infinite.

Legend has it that it was a remnant of the divine world.

The Holy Grail that Morai spoke of was not the 'seed' that the Magic King planted in various singularities, but the true Holy Grail belonging to the Savior.

Indeed, the goddess Rungomminiad, who appeared in the Sixth Singularity, possesses the true Holy Grail, the true Cup of Savior.

Morley's words finally elicited a reaction from the Lion King, who frowned.

"Jacques de Morai, the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar, a knight who was brutally slaughtered—so what?"

"Oh dear, that's quite unexpected. You're the one who truly possesses the Holy Grail."

Molai ignored the Lion King's surging magical pressure and the threat posed by the white dots of all things mixed in the twilight sky, and struck with the Holy Lance.

"Faced with the burning of humanity, even with the true Holy Grail, you are powerless. Since that's the case, why not have a talk with 'God' in Jerusalem? With your Holy Grail, plus my 'God,' hehe, you should understand quite well, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Knights of the Circle all frowned in unison, because they all understood that the god Morley, as a believer, was referring to was the One God, the one Galahad returned the Holy Grail to… But if that were true, why go through all this trouble?

However, compared to the goddess Rungomminiad who wandered aimlessly in the world, she thought that Morley must have found the remains of some people who were regarded as representatives of 'gods' in secular legends, just like herself.

So, who could it be?

The instinct of the Gun of the End made him subconsciously recall the man from his memories of the first century who fought against an enemy threatening the planet.

If it were him, he would surely be able to defeat Goetia, because to some extent, the devil who occupied Jerusalem at that time was a conceptually superior being to Goetia; the so-called Antichrist King was just like that.

In other words, it is highly likely that this Morai will find the person's remains?

Then they want me to offer the real Holy Grail in it, to create what is called 'God'...?

The Lion King understood that even if that were true, the so-called 'god' was nothing more than the Holy Grail with Novia's memories. Although he was somewhat disappointed, he believed that if he could defeat the Magic King, resolve the Human Order Burning, and save humanity, then that person, given his personality, would not blame him.

Therefore, the Lion King nodded without any expression.

"Can--"

Subsequently.

"I dedicate this victory and this joy to my God!"

Immediately after leading the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table into Jerusalem, Morley knelt down in worship.

It's far too dramatic—and what's frightening is that this girl kneels down with what seems like genuine emotion from the bottom of her heart.

It was almost like a fanatical believer praying to God.

"what……"

This sudden announcement left the Lion King with no time to be surprised.

Because the once pristine Silver Holy City outside the city was now enveloped in a dense, green mist that resembled tangible mud.

"Something's wrong! Protect the King!"

As Gawain shouted, something unknown expanded within the green mist, then surged forth in one breath—

As the smoke cleared, the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table discovered that the interior of Jerusalem was surrounded by numerous enormous eggs filled with a murky green liquid.

And in front of Molai was a portrait of a creature with horrifying body parts, slimy black tentacles, a mouth dripping with mucus, or twisted short legs with black hooves at the ends that could barely be called "sheep" hooves.

"Gares! Get down right now!"

"Tristan! Mordred! Come here!"

Lancelot, Gawain, and Percival were the first to confront the green eggs.

The egg, covered in a murky green liquid, released a scorching magical energy that shattered everyone's defenses. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to dissolve into the air and disappeared from sight.

"...The magic of pure pollution, no, is it a concept?"

The Lion King wiped the odorless green liquid clinging to his arm with his fingers and said this.

This aura is not something possessed by any pantheon on this planet; it comes from outside, from an 'extraterrestrial god' sealed off by the planet.

Thus, by simply using the Holy Lance, which can limit the end of the world, and the power of the Holy Grail, it can be driven away.

When the Lion King made this judgment and acted accordingly—

"...huge...?"

Just as the Lion King was about to draw his Holy Lance at the edge of the world, he heard a fierce sound coming from afar, like the stomping of a giant beast on the ground.

As the landscape gradually turns green, the mind is crushed before the body.

Unbeknownst to them, the surroundings were no longer the enclosed greenery, but the bustling streets of the Holy City. The Knights of the Round Table, who had been resisting, fell into a coma, and green eggs gradually appeared around each of them.

Except for the Lion King, who was still barely conscious, her breathing, strength, and drive all relaxed at this moment.

Only now did she realize the reason why, by her very nature, she was able to remember that human.

Because the first person to be pulled out by the terrifying force to support him was himself, who was located in Britain.

She suddenly realized that this was indeed a 'god,' albeit an alien one.

A single 'Shining Spear of the End' won't work; it requires all the pillars of light on the entire planet to be gathered together for a single prescription to be effective.

There was nothing that could be done, because this was the moment when humanity was burning away, and the planet was at its weakest. Even He Himself was born and manifested because of this calamity of humanity burning away. Once He was given a place in that void, He would be unable to stop disorder and blindness from taking root in the hearts of all things.

"There's a feeling of nostalgia, a deep sense of nostalgia, and, ah... so that's how it is..."

Thus, the goddess Rungomminiad also fell into the cradle Jerusalem that Moraes had created to welcome something.

She and her Knights of the Round Table were not the first; Richard the Lionheart and Charlemagne, who had arrived here not long before, also suffered the same fate. However, Charlemagne managed to escape Jerusalem at the last moment thanks to his strong willpower, which was also due to the fact that this cradle was not yet fully developed at that time.

Afterwards, sensing the anomaly of this singularity, Morai pretended to be a Servant summoned by humanity to assist Chaldea, tricking Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash into going to Jerusalem, making this last human Master the cradle of a new 'god'—