Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

After a brief self-introduction, Galahad looked at the side that far outnumbered him and spoke again in a mocking tone.

"Ha, this little girl and I are basically an old man and his granddaughter, but I would never be interested in being cared for by an elderly person or taking care of a child."

Galahad, the Grail Knight, was the son of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, and the most virtuous of the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur.

However, he, who should not have responded to The Lion King in the Sixth Singularity, not only appeared, but his appearance was also quite surprising.

However, Novia is somewhat familiar with Galahad, because Galahad should accurately be Galahad Alter, so its class is not Shieldbearer but Saber, and it is a Servant that appears in "Fate/Requiem", which is "a new world where everyone has the Holy Grail".

Its fighting methods are solely dependent on its Master, and its attitude towards its Master is to let things take their course, never personally engaging in combat no matter how badly it is beaten.

"Galahad, are you still standing in our way even now?"

Percival raised the Holy Lance, aimed it at Galahad, and swung it forcefully, unleashing a wave of dazzling light magic that surged forth.

Most people would have thought Galahad would casually dodge the attack, but to everyone's surprise, the holy knight remained completely still, without even raising an eyebrow, and took the blow head-on.

"Why beat around the bush so much? If you want to fight, just fight. Don't hesitate. I'm not familiar with you, but I am quite familiar with the person next to you. It would be if he questioned me that I would choose to back down."

Without a doubt, Galahad Alter was referring to Novia.

"me?"

“Of course, Pope Novia.”

Galahad, feigning indifference, looked away from the eye contact with Novia after being answered.

The only Holy Grail this Galahad had ever seen was in Camelot's phantom. He himself couldn't be sure whether his memories and experiences were incomplete or whether he had a similar but different life from the real Galahad. The only thing he was sure of was that he had decided to give up the search for the Holy Grail.

"After all, having given up the search for the Holy Grail, I am like someone who has lost their key—"

"I didn't agree."

Novia said so.

"……Um?"

“I’ve already given it, how can you just take it back like that? You didn’t tell me when I was alive, so I refuse to accept a unilateral return.”

Galaha suddenly looked up, his expression as if he were trying to pierce his bones into a wall to endure the pain.

"No, you passed away in my time, how could I possibly be here while you were alive—"

"Yes, that's the theory."

Novia shrugged. "But I'm right here now, which just means you gave up back then."

"Yes, it's true, it's that I gave up, not that I didn't give up."

After speaking, Galahad leaped backward, while Mashu behind him leaped forward. The knight who touched the Shield of the Round Table shook his head helplessly. Then, Galahad's materialized figure instantly merged with the girl's petite figure, and the two became one. Mashu revealed her original purple armor and stood on the ground.

"I'm sorry, this little girl's consciousness is being protected by another 'me,' so she is unable to speak or act, and I can only temporarily take her place."

"I understand."

Novia nodded, which prompted Galahad to nod in agreement as well.

Actually, when he was corrupted by the Cradle of Jerusalem, he was completely bewildered. In a sense, as an Alter, he was on a different path. What kind of Grail Knight is he if he doesn't pursue the Grail? Perhaps it is because of this that he is a special case, meaning that his perceptions were not rewritten.

Therefore, while guarding the main gate of this holy city, he would sometimes go to the 'self' that sheltered Mashu's spiritual world to act as a villainous BOSS to hone the skills of this girl named Mashu.

"In that case, let me, the Holy Lance Knight, fight against you, Galahad, who claims to be no longer seeking the Holy Grail."

After learning from Novia's conversation with Galahad that this Galahad seemed to be a different person from the one he knew in the past, Percival conjured the Spear of Longinus in his hand and then hurled it at Mash, who was possessed by Galahad.

Galahad, seemingly indifferent, watched the holy spear hurtling towards him, grabbed it, and then swiftly threw it back at Percival. At the same time, he raised his longsword high, pointing it at the solemn-faced Percival: "My 'Sword of the Strange Hanging Cloth' may not be particularly powerful, but in terms of its origin, it was the sword of the King of Israel when he was still a shepherd. Although it may not look particularly remarkable, it is still a sacred relic."

"So it was King David's sword."

Novia nodded thoughtfully in response.

"...Yes, this is King David's sword."

Perhaps because it was Novia who answered, Galahad's tone softened slightly, but when he looked at Percival again, his tone became quite cold, with a sneer on his face, "Even if it is the Holy Lance Longinus that you, Percival, are so proud of, capable of piercing through all defenses, I, who wield this sword, can still have a few opinions about you."

How should I put it? This scene somewhat reminded Novia of his first encounter with Lucius in the Bosphorus.

At that time, I was using a sword, while Lucius was using Longinus.

Having encountered Galahad Alter, who should have appeared in the same world as Lucius, he couldn't help but think of this guy a little. In a way, Lucius's life as a Servant was quite comfortable. Not only did he become the victor of the Holy Grail War, but he also lived a leisurely life for more than ten years...

I wonder how many people he's told the tragic love story of his battlefield romance with that old druid auntie.

"The now distant ideal city points to fragments of time of disaster."

Galahad did not hesitate to use his Noble Phantasm.

The anecdotes that reveal Galahad's name as a Knight of the Round Table, and the Noble Phantasm formed from the legacy related to the "Seat of Calamity," reveal that there is an empty seat in King Arthur's Round Table known as the "most dangerous seat," and it is said that the one sitting openly in this empty seat, where no one else sits, is Galahad, the son of Lancelot.

The Noble Phantasm summoned by Galahad Alter did not manifest as the White Chalk City defending itself or attacking people. Instead, it revealed one void rift after another with countless tiny cracks, as if the eyes of the sky had opened. Deep within the rifts, one could even glimpse a withered, yellow landscape.

This is an overwhelming manifestation of the Noble Phantasm of the same name, which must be some kind of manifestation of Galahad's pursuit of the Holy Grail, even though he is not currently searching for it.

"Huh? The city gate's defenses are down to zero..."

Although the scene was somewhat eerie, Xuanzang still keenly noticed that the defenses of the Holy City's gate, which was so close at hand, were no different from those of an ordinary gate.

She had originally planned to use all her strength to open it, but now it seems unnecessary...

"Hmph, offense is the best defense. If I am unfortunately blocked, it is not something I can do but let others in."

Mash, possessed by Galahad, said this with a cold smile and her arms crossed.

"That's quite a roundabout way of putting it..."

Kama glanced at Novia and said, “I told you this religion in the west is no good at all.”

For some reason, Kama became very suspicious of Galahad, mainly because Novia showed a nostalgic expression when she saw him. Although this expression was similar to Novia's recollection of Rama, Shiva, and Krishna, Kama was still very displeased.

It's probably because these are all Indians, and this Galahad is clearly the one who supposedly 'deceived' his own Gavial religion.

"Ha, are you an Indian god who uses the power of the Grand rank to satisfy your own selfish desires?"

Galahad sneered again, "In this respect, I should thank Percival. Although your strength is not that great, your character can have a miraculous effect in the mythology of any region."

"Hmm? So what I did disturbed Goddess Kama back then?"

Percival looked embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it..."

"No."

Kama responded immediately with a calm expression.

"Absolutely not."

"I don't understand what Grand rank is, I don't know what Grand rank power is, and you didn't bother me."

If Kama's expression were a little more natural and her blushing wasn't so intense, her words might have been much more persuasive... especially if she hadn't been pulling Novia's hand in front of her face while speaking.

However, while it is possible for Kama to do it, it is completely impossible for Kama to accomplish this.

For some reason, no one reacted after Kama spoke, and there was no whispering among the people. The scene was quite spectacular.

"Huh? Grand rank?"

Only Xuanzang tilted his head, looking completely bewildered.

According to this Mr. Galahad, Moro possesses the Grand rank? Huh? Grand rank? Isn't that a bit...?

It feels like the monk Dipankara did this to her? But does the monk Dipankara know anyone in the Grand Master ranks? Sigh, my teacher is always slacking off. Even when he sends me here, he doesn't give me any powerful weapons or anything. Honestly.

However, thanks to Galahad Alter's actions, the people were able to open the gates of Jerusalem and enter in his presence.

Compared to its pristine and dazzling exterior, the interior of Jerusalem at this moment could undoubtedly be described as a 'filthy and evil place' in various literary works. A huge green mist rolled and rotted on the ground and walls, and a stench like corn leaves that had been dried and rotted in a cold barn for a long time gathered on the egg-like surface.

At the same time, sounds came from all directions.

"Ia! Ia! King of the Forest! Ruler of the Harvest! Appear in the Cave of Night, and sing your praises in the Abyss of Stars!"

"We love darkness more than light, and we are born as infants from our mothers' wombs..."

"The desires of the flesh, the desires of the soul."

To this, Novia responded decisively:

"Jacques de Morai, do you intend to swallow me into your womb inside Jerusalem, which has now become the Temple Tower?"

Chapter 462 I will never let you touch a single hair on Novia's head!

“Clermont, listen to me! How dare you pray before the portrait of Lord Novia! You won’t have to wait until next year; you will soon pay the price for your sins before the great Lord!”

The fire at his feet was blazing, and Morley was bound hand and foot. Unlike the later saint, he did not calmly pray to God, but instead cursed the pope and the king who were watching his execution.

"And you, Philip, do you think you can get away with blasphemy against the Knights Templar? Do you think no one will remember the evil deeds you and the magician committed against the Church?! This is a colossal sin! I curse you! I curse your bloodline for thirteen generations! You will be cursed!"

The raging flames flickered as if representing Morai's anger, and his blue eyes stared straight at the high-ranking king and pope, eyes filled with hatred and rage.

Thus, on the evening of March 19, 1314, the Knights Templar came to an end.

Philip IV used a small flame to burn Morel, meaning that he would suffer the pain of being burned in body and mind until he died completely, which in some ways was comparable to being starved to death.

The endless flames scorched Molai's hands, turning them charred black, and the bright flames illuminated the surroundings, distorting the scenery due to the intense heat.

The hazy tentacles carved cracks in the empty space, and from the suddenly appearing cracks, the 'Mother of the Abyss' peered at him, who had already collapsed.

The next instant, a strangely shaped, illusory 'hand' emerged from the dark crevice. The enormous hand, which looked absolutely inhuman, pressed against the edge of the crack, making a cracking sound and slowly widening the crack as it moved toward him.

This was the last thing Morai saw before he died—

Normally, after his death he would enter the Throne of Heroes and become a fairly well-known Heroic Spirit.

However, the unfounded charge against him included 'demon worship', which led to his association with Shubnigs, the Black Goat of the Forest, one of the Outer Gods, since the traditional Western image of a demon usually has goat horns.

If Monet were to appear in the world as a Saber, he would already be a Servant. Although he would feel pity for the French royal family, which was eventually heading down the road to decline, he would no longer feel hatred. He would only want to get back the money he had lent out, nothing more.

Unfortunately, the one who has appeared in this world is Morai, who has already been possessed by an Outer God. She still hates the French royal family, so it is only natural that she would use the power of the Outer God Shub to cause trouble in this Sixth Singularity. After all, in this 'Cradle Jerusalem', basically no Servant can escape this 'tampering'.

At this moment, in response to Novia's question, Morai slowly emerged from the dark mist, seemingly overjoyed, a smile on her face.

"Well, it's a long story... but why are you speaking to me in this tone, Pope Novia? I can't completely believe in human conscience and divine love, which is why I've become a heretic."

The more he spoke, the calmer Mo Lai's tone became, completely at odds with the smile on his face.

"Commander Morai, lying and the refusal to repay loans are the first steps toward becoming a thief."

"Oh dear, my apologies, First Pope. I have not forgotten your glory. You are so noble... no, you are a divinely bestowed radiance. Therefore, it is no wonder that I, a heretic, feel admiration for such a sir."

Morley clasped his hands together in prayer, “…After all, the names of mother and child and depravity have no effect on you. If I say a few more words, I will be purified by your love.”

The holy city of Jerusalem has actually been transformed into the "Temple Tower" by Morai with the help of the Outer God. It is a place of black mass where demon worship is performed in a terrifying otherworldly tower. The high concentration of curses has materialized, and the descending blasphemous energy has swallowed it into Morai's womb.

To some extent, every Servant who was 'tampered with' was inside Morai's 'belly' during that period.

"But your ritual is almost complete, isn't it?"

"Of course... no! But this is an opportunity we absolutely cannot let go of, an important opportunity in the real world, so of course we should do our best."

Morley said to Novia with delight, "It's certainly fine that you were able to easily see through and resolve my purpose, but I won't let this opportunity slip by! That's what I really meant."

Then, Morley nodded to himself and continued:

"Unfortunately, it seems that Jacques de Morai has been driven into a corner by Your Holiness the Pope!"

Morley was not lying, because from her perspective, Gawain was entangled, Galahad was holding back, and she had failed to successfully tamper with the Lion King who wielded the Holy Lance and could only let him go. Her main target, Fujimaru Ritsuka, also failed to open her eyes as expected. Therefore, she had no idea how she could succeed in dealing with Novia.

"It's true! Morai isn't lying! Because the Mother of the Abyss failed to appear in her vessel, and the replacement hasn't awakened yet, it's truly a dead end! I've done everything I can, I've tried my best! Isn't that great!"

For some reason, even though this silver-haired girl was theoretically the mastermind behind this singularity, she acted to Kama like a child hoping for praise for doing something... Ah, she was so enthusiastic on their first meeting. If she were a different gender, no, it seems like she would be even more terrifying if she were a different gender...

"Yes, it's really great, Morley."

Novia answered the question, “As fellow heroes of the Church, we could have had a long talk, but now that we are enemies, I can only defeat you.”

“Of course! Lord Novia, you are the goal we pursue, so it is only natural to deal with all heretics! Therefore, when I came here, I was able to personally protect the 'temple' you left behind. This is the last joy of being a Templar Knight... I must not lose it. I must not lose it no matter what.”

As he spoke, Morai's skin turned black, and purple bubbles appeared on the weapons behind him.

"Actually, Your Excellency, I sometimes recall this. Before joining the Knights Templar—Jacques, just an ordinary young man, spent his days and nights practicing swordsmanship and horsemanship. He dreamed of one day rising to become a knight on the other side of the ocean, and even imagined serving the King of Jerusalem with reverence and meeting you one day… Are these memories real? Haha… Ahahaha…"

"Of course it's true."

Novia nodded. "So let me destroy this Jerusalem that has now become the 'Temple Tower'."

The Temple Tower was Morai's 'place of judgment' when she was alive, and it was also the headquarters of the Knights Templar in Paris. Therefore, for Morai, it was a place equivalent to a 'tombstone'. As a being wholly descended and a god of evil, she used the Temple Tower as her Noble Phantasm, which can be described as ironic or perhaps a twisted sense of humor from the god of evil.

"Is that so? In that case, I thank you for destroying our shameful Tombstone Temple Tower. Could you please go easy on me? I'm very sorry to ask for this at a time like this."