Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

The Lion King closed her eyes again. There was no rush to deal with all the rebels now. When her power returned, there would be time enough to enact holy punishment upon all who opposed them. Since their King said nothing more, the other Round Table Knights did not speak out of turn. The King of today possessed more majesty and was more decisive than the one they remembered.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the small town, the dust from the clash of Noble Phantasms gradually settled. The ground was littered with the armor of the Purge Knights, at least on the direct front of the clash. Around the town, there were likely other Purge Knights still slaughtering the town's residents, but as long as they relied on the terrain for defense, there shouldn't be any severe casualties.

Looking up at the blue sky, now completely cloudless thanks to the Noble Phantasm clash, one would think it was a beautiful sight to behold, if one ignored the ring of light that circled the heavens. Of course, it was precisely because of this ring in the sky that Aslan had been able to confirm his enemy's identity. Otherwise, why would he have attacked Tristan directly?

Gareth stood up, the wounds on her body still bleeding. She had to use her spear to support herself on the ground. She gave Aslan a smile. "Thank you so much, Mr. Aslan. It is Mr. Aslan, right? I've heard your name from my brother, Gawain."

Aslan was stunned for a moment, then dredged up Gawain's image from his mind. After all, for Aslan, several hundred years had passed. He wasn't Gawain's best friend, so he had to dig deep in his memory. The friends Aslan remembered most clearly were the new ones he had made in the Inner Sea of the Planet.

"Knowing Gawain's personality, that guy probably didn't have anything good to say, did he? He must have said: Next time, I definitely won't lose!"

Gareth chuckled softly. That's right, Gawain had indeed said that. Aslan's imitation broke through the mixed feelings in Gareth's heart. In truth, standing in opposition to her former comrades, especially her former brother and the one she admired most, was a kind of torment for her soul. Gareth laughed twice more, then wiped away the tears that had fallen due to her complicated emotions. "You are much gentler than my brother Gawain described."

Aslan rubbed his chin. To be honest, compared to his time in Great Britain, where he occasionally showed an aloof and cold side, perhaps he had grown older. Now, when he looked at these knights who had died young, he always had the feeling of looking at his own grandchildren. When he found they had done something wrong, he wanted to try and teach them a lesson, to help them correct their ways. When he found them trying their best but failing to achieve the results they wanted, he also wanted to try and comfort them. The next time he met Artoria, he would probably face his cousin with the kind of affection one would show a daughter.

Aslan glanced far away, towards the direction that emanated a holy white light. That must be the location of New Camelot, right? The Domain of the Round Table, built upon the holy city of Jerusalem. The mission objective this time was to destroy it. He couldn't be sure if Chaldea would appear in this world, so he had to go all out from the very beginning. First, he would meet up with the Hassans and the others in the eastern mountains, and then, while the Lion King had not yet recovered her full strength, he would try to launch an assault. If they could capture her in one battle, that would be for the best. If not, they would have to fight a war of attrition. As for Ramesses II, who was supposed to be in the desert...

Aslan didn't think he had the eloquence to persuade such an arrogant king. Speaking of which, besides himself, he didn't know how many of the Heroic Spirits who were supposed to be summoned had already descended. And since he himself had appeared, it was another matter entirely whether the originally summoned Heroic Spirits would appear at all! After all, he hadn't found any Sphinxes in the desert. Logically, having traveled for a day or two in the desert, he had basically crossed the entire expanse. It was truly strange not to have encountered any Sphinxes, the attendants of that Pharaoh.

"In any case, let's go inside first. For a short time, that King probably won't launch a second Holy Lance attack. I'll have Melusine deal with the surrounding Purge Knights, and then I'll have to ask you to tell me about the intelligence of this world. After all, we can't guarantee when that King's Holy Lance attack will come. We can't clash Noble Phantasms every single time."

Fortunately, after so much had happened in this world during this period, the migration of an entire city's population was not that strange, let alone a small town like this.

Helping Gareth up, Aslan put away his Holy Sword and took out the Spear of Destiny instead. Relying on the spear's restorative abilities, he quickly helped Gareth heal her injuries. If Avalon weren't already bound to him, using it to heal Gareth would have been the fastest way. But without a dedicated healer-type support by his side, this was already quite good.

The surrounding Purge Knights were no challenge for Melusine. In a short while, a large number of them were eliminated, leaving only their gleaming silver armor. This armor was brought to Aslan one by one. Aslan would use Faerie Letters to enhance it. After all, when they attacked that new holy city, they couldn't just rely on themselves as Heroic Spirits. The ordinary people of the resistance needed to fight as well, but how to counter the Purge Knights was a problem. Now, by enhancing this armor with Faerie Letters, they could at least give the ordinary resistance soldiers the ability to protect themselves.

Gareth did indeed bring Aslan more detailed intelligence. She had heard news of the resistance organization, but she had only just made up her mind to stand against the King, so she hadn't yet made contact with the other rebellious Heroic Spirits. Furthermore, there seemed to be no major faction in the desert. It was unknown whether the Egypt group had not descended or if it was a deviation in the world. As for whether the monk Xuanzang Sanzang had descended, that was even more unclear. After all, in the original world line, Sanzang didn't join any faction until Chaldea arrived.

After organizing the existing clues, Aslan had a general idea. No matter what, he would first make contact with the resistance forces, which were clearly easier to get in touch with.

On the other side, a young man with black hair and a cheerful smile, wearing navy blue armor and holding a crimson bow, watched the clashing pillars of magical light. He nodded at the assassin with a skull mask beside him.