Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

"Trying to run? You think I'll let you escape?"

To be honest, Melusine was a little angry. To talk about retreating right in front of her was a slight and an insult to her abilities and speed!! No matter how you looked at it, she was the fastest dragon! Talking about escaping in front of the fastest dragon? That was truly laughable.

Tristan, who was just about to leave, was immediately entangled by Melusine. Her two swords, without a shred of hesitation, continuously attacked Tristan's vital points. In the process, she even kicked Tristan in the face, leaving a large patch of purple bruising on his otherwise handsome face.

After taking the kick, Tristan rolled to the side and then fell heavily to the ground. As composed as he had been before, he now appeared just as pathetic.

Tristan spat out a mouthful of blood. As one of the Round Table Knights who was not familiar with Aslan and Melusine, he still hadn't recognized the identity of the young girl he was fighting. Of course, this was also related to the fact that his eyes were currently blind. Otherwise, upon seeing how closely the approaching Aslan's face resembled his King's, Tristan would have recalled the legends from his lifetime.

Melusine pointed her sharp sword at Tristan's neck, her chin slightly raised in a small, proud gesture. "It's over, Knight of the Round Table. Speaking of which, you truly reek of blood. The aura of a Knight of the Round Table shouldn't be like this."

Tristan snorted. "This is a gift to overcome our weakness! It is a blessing granted to us by our King! What would you understand?!"

Aslan, who had been walking forward at a leisurely pace, suddenly widened his eyes and looked up at the sky. "Melusine! Get out of there!!"

Aslan drew the Sword of Brilliant Victory from his waist and simultaneously infused a large amount of magical energy into it. In the sky above, a golden pillar of light descended from the heavens. From its appearance, it seemed to be a release of the Holy Spear, but its power was significantly weaker. Perhaps it was because its seals hadn't been fully released, or perhaps something had affected the person wielding it.

However, this was a good thing for Aslan. After all, at this level of power, he could counter the Holy Spear's release just by releasing his own Holy Sword. If it were the Holy Spear at its original power, he would probably have had to ask Melusine to revert to her dragon form for an all-out attack, or pilot his Supreme Masterpiece to fight it.

The Holy Spear's release, descending from the sky, was aimed directly at Melusine's location. Melusine could, of course, choose to kill Tristan, but doing so would interfere with Aslan's clash with the Noble Phantasm from the sky. Not only could Melusine be injured, but the attack from the Holy Spear could also destroy the entire town. Under these circumstances, she could only temporarily give up her pursuit of Tristan. And as Melusine chose to evade the attack from the sky, Tristan also chose to retreat. At the same time, this knight, who had originally been full of elegance and calmness, now, under the influence of the "Reversal" gift, had an expression of hatred and unwillingness on his face.

To actually require their King to release her power to save him while her body had not yet recovered... this was a humiliation for him and a disgrace to his King. He had clearly said he would help the King this time, yet it had resulted in such an outcome. Hateful, truly hateful!! If he was lucky enough to survive the King's punishment this time, he would never lose again!

Watching the Holy Spear descend from the sky, Aslan swung the Sword of Brilliant Victory in his hand upwards from below. A golden light shot into the sky and collided with the Holy Spear. Because this was not a full release of the Holy Spear, the current Sword of Brilliant Victory was already enough to cancel it out.

It could be said that at this moment, everyone with a wide field of view could see the golden pillars of light from the heavens and the earth clashing. In the royal palace of New Camelot, the Round Table Knights stationed in this new City of Radiance, as well as the Lion King, all saw this collision of brilliance.

Gawain, who had personally witnessed the release of the Sword of Brilliant Victory before, had a shocked expression on his face at this moment. "That person? Why?!"

Gawain was, on one hand, surprised as to why Aslan would be summoned as a Servant. After all, after the campaign against that demonic dragon, he had asked Merlin about Aslan. He had been brooding over the fact that Aslan and Melusine had defeated him in a single encounter. He then learned that one was a great dragon, and the other had the direct bloodline of a dragon flowing in his veins. If nothing unexpected happened, Aslan's life should have been very long. What's more, they were so powerful; who could possibly kill them?

On the other hand, that person's relationship with the King should have been quite good. Yet the brilliance that erupted from the ground was clashing with the King's Holy Spear. Gawain didn't believe that person hadn't recognized that this was an attack from the Holy Spear. After some of the Round Table Knights had already stood in opposition, was that person now also going to stand against the King?

"Sir Gawain, do you know who that power erupting from the ground belongs to?"

The Lion King's voice came from behind. Gawain's face showed some confusion. He looked at the Lion King before him, his expression somewhat baffled. Isn't that person the King's brother? Why doesn't the King remember her own brother?

The Lion King here was not the Artoria that Aslan was familiar with. Not to mention that the King who appeared here was already closer to a goddess in personality, the simple fact that her story's timeline—one where she did not discard the Holy Sword and thus had to reluctantly pick up the Holy Spear—was not the same as Aslan's. Therefore, it was reasonable that the Lion King did not know Aslan.

The expression on Gawain's face changed. He seemed to realize something, but then he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes again. "No, my King. I was just marveling that someone could actually contend with your Holy Spear. Regardless of the identity of the person who has appeared, they are nothing more than an enemy."

The Lion King's face still held that same indifferent and serious expression. "My strength has not yet recovered. It is to be expected that the light of the Holy Spear would be blocked. Prepare yourself, Sir Gawain. After Sir Tristan returns, we will proceed with his punishment."

Agravain, standing beside the Lion King, glanced up at Gawain. As the civil official who was always by the King's side, how could Agravain not have noticed the King's abnormality? But so what? The one before them was still the King. The wish that was not fulfilled in her previous life, he would definitely realize this time. However, after experiencing death once, Gawain had really learned to let things go. This could also be considered a form of growth. Agravain believed that the Gawain of the past would definitely not have reacted so silently.