Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Tristan was injured. Even if the wounds weren't fatal, recovery would not be a short-term affair. If the Lion King punished him on top of that, the recovery of his injuries would surely be affected. Mordred, under the suicidal onslaught of the two Hassans, would also definitely not escape unscathed. This was a conclusion Aslan could confidently state after understanding the Hassans.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the Hassans were assassins. It was precisely because they were assassins that they had the resolve to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Or rather, this was simply a normal part of their lives. And before their beliefs could be twisted, the legendary Old Man of the Mountain would personally take their lives. In other words, upon becoming Heroic Spirits, they still upheld the beliefs passed down by the Old Man of the Mountain. When a Hassan is your ally, you can trust them completely. They will absolutely not betray your trust and will carry out your will until the very last moment.

"How many combat-ready units do you have on your side?"

Upon hearing Aslan's inquiry, Arash didn't hesitate. Since trust had been given, he would trust completely. The residents following Aslan and his group also truly trusted him; Arash could clearly feel this. If this were all just an act to wipe out their resistance forces, it would be impossible to achieve such a level of authenticity. What's more, his Clairvoyance could already see a certain future. The person before him was undoubtedly an ally.

"Besides myself, there are three Hassans who can act together."

Arash, Cursed Arm, Serenity, and Hundred Faces. The four of them had the same combat power as in the original story. It was just a pity that the only one who could handle a frontal assault... was perhaps only Arash? Even with him, Melusine, and Gareth joining Arash and the others now, their numbers were still limited.

On the other hand, the opponents. The Lion King had not yet recovered her full strength, and Tristan and Mordred were injured. But the Round Table Knights still had Gawain, Lancelot, and Agravain. Although Agravain had no "Gift" and was a civil official, in the original story, he had, through sheer obsession, driven his subordinates into a frenzy and worn down Lancelot to death. Furthermore, Gawain's "Gift of the Nightless" allowed him to remain at his peak state, the legendary "3x Gawain." Lancelot's "Gift" could be considered a defensive enhancement. In other words, of the three remaining uninjured Round Table Knights, none were easy to deal with.

But if they could take down Gawain directly upon entering the city, it wasn't impossible to win in a single, decisive battle and resolve this Singularity. No matter how strong Gawain was, with Avalon, Aslan could contend with him. What's more, after he "Inversed," his stats would be no worse than Gawain's. If Gawain went all out, he would go all out too. What was there to be afraid of?

"I'm preparing to launch a surprise attack on Camelot while it has not yet recovered."

Arash said nothing about this approach being unfeasible. Instead, he began to think seriously. After all, what Aslan said did make sense. "Speaking of which, the next Holy Selection is about to begin. If we want to catch them by surprise, blending in with the crowd might be the best choice."

Aslan's lips curled into a smile. An idea suddenly formed in his mind. "What do you think would happen if I used some little tricks to create some magical tools and broadcast what happens on the day of the Holy Selection to the survivors living in other cities?"

He had already built a Gundam. Creating small gadgets like this for a live broadcast should be possible with a bit of effort. The survivors held onto hope for the Lion King because she could keep them alive, right? But what choice would these survivors make if they discovered that the Lion King couldn't save all of them, and would even eliminate most of them? At that point, even if their surprise attack failed this time, they could prevent more people from going to New Camelot to die later. As for the Holy Spear wiping the slate clean afterwards, he would just pilot his Supreme Masterpiece, deploy Avalon, and charge into the sky to block it.

Arash looked at Aslan, his eyes wide. As a Heroic Spirit who had participated in a Holy Grail War before, he had naturally seen some modern products. Although there were no internet-streamer-type live broadcasts in that era, things like televisions already existed. In Arash's view, Aslan's meaning was to use a news-broadcast-like method to live stream the truth of the Holy Selection.

"Amazing! I never thought you'd have such an ability!" Looking at the armor and equipment on Aslan, he didn't look like a future Heroic Spirit at all. For an ancient Heroic Spirit to be able to achieve something like a live television broadcast... this was truly surprising. Could it be that this Heroic Spirit had participated in a future Holy Grail War? But if that were the case, it would be even more impressive. After all, the duration of a Holy Grail War was not long, and wanting to master a new skill was not simple.

Aslan had no idea what Arash had misunderstood, but it wasn't as if Aslan didn't have a chance of being summoned into a Holy Grail War as a Heroic Spirit himself.

Having just returned to the eastern mountains, Cursed Arm Hassan, who was on lookout on the periphery, heard their idea and immediately looked up at Aslan. "If we are truly to execute such a plan, then we must be quick. The Holy Selection is tomorrow evening. Will we have enough time?" After all, Aslan needed to make those gadgets for the live broadcast. In Hassan's eyes, Aslan didn't look like a Caster-class Servant at all. If he wasn't a Caster, it should be very difficult for him to master Item Construction.

Aslan blinked, looked at a nearby rock, and directly took out his forging hammer. He struck the rock, inscribing a series of Faerie Letters. After just three or four strikes, a drone appeared before everyone. However, this drone could only be used for broadcasting or reconnaissance. The current Aslan was completely unable to use Faerie Letters with powerful destructive force.

"This is..."

After fiddling with the drone for a moment, Hassan immediately understood its function. He then respectfully bowed his head to Aslan. "I have been ignorant, Lord Aslan. To be honest, we don't have any better course of action at the moment. Let's proceed as you've said. As for the operation of these instruments, we can just leave it to the young people in our village."

This way, they, the Heroic Spirits preparing for battle, could immediately blend in with the refugees and head for that holy city of Camelot.

Arash suddenly raised his bow and aimed it in one direction. There, a few crows flew up into the sky. "Crows? Was that feeling of being watched just now my imagination?"