Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Outside the radiant city of Camelot, Agravain had first joyfully seen the light of the Holy Spear shoot into the sky, but now he had to accept the outcome that the outer shell of the Holy Spear had actually been forcibly destroyed by those people.

Although the current Purge Knights had become stronger, Lancelot had the help of Gareth. Even though the long battle had already pushed Gareth to her limits, even though her white armor was already stained with blood, this young girl still continuously thrust the knightly spear in her hand. In Gareth's eyes, her idol Lancelot was still fighting, her mother was still fighting, and even Bedivere, a warrior whose strength ranked at the bottom of the Round Table, was still advancing. So how could she, the one called the "Ira Lupus," stop here?!

The treasured sword in Lancelot's hand cut into a Purge Knight. A large amount of magical energy was injected into Arondight. The "Unfading Light of the Lake" acted like a chainsaw, directly cutting the Purge Knight in two. If one looked closely, they would find that Gareth also used a similar technique; it could be said that she was the ultimate Lancelot fan.

After cutting down the Purge Knight, Lancelot took the opportunity to quickly advance. The treasured sword in his hand flicked forward, easily slicing through the black armor worn by Agravain. The next moment, blood stained his white cape. Agravain retreated a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Lancelot's eyes drooped slightly, then he suddenly looked up, his expression becoming more serious. "This is as far as you go, Sir Agravain... I will not kill you. You and I are both traitors, ever since we killed our comrades of the Round Table. But regarding your schemes, I cannot sit idly by. Atone for the countless inhumane acts you committed as the King's adjutant!"

Agravain stood up, his gray eyes filled with a sharp glint and anger, which was then replaced by a touch of sorrow before turning into ferocity. "You say, a traitor? Me? Like you? Haha... HAHAHAHA!! I can't stop laughing, so this is what it feels like!!"

Agravain directly applied the frenzy-inducing spell he had cast on the Purge Knights to himself. He raised the treasured sword in his hand and clashed with Lancelot. The power that erupted from him even made Lancelot look on with surprise.

"My mother, she was mad. She kept saying that one day she would become the King of Britain. I grew up listening to such resentful pillow talk. I followed my mother's plan and took a seat the same as yours. The Round Table, I never wanted to be a part of it. But it was the shortest path. I was merely a... tool to seize the throne from King Arthur and hand it to my mother!"

Agravain's eyes stared deadly at Lancelot, recounting Morgan's madness after being influenced by multiple factors a thousand years ago. "I accepted this, because I understood that Britain needed a strong king. My only goal was the eternal survival of Britain. For this, I used King Arthur, used... you all!"

The black knightly sword in Agravain's hand swung out again. The power of his frenzy allowed his current strength to briefly contend with Lancelot's. However, for him, this was also an unspeakable torment and pressure. Even if he defeated Lancelot with this power, he himself probably wouldn't be able to last much longer.

"What I sought was a king who could work seriously, a king who could extend Britain's existence even by a little. As long as it met the requirements of my plan, anyone would do. It didn't matter to me at all who sat on the throne. It was just that, from the results, King Arthur was the most suitable! I despise women. Morgan was mad. Guinevere, famed for her purity, fell in love with a guy like you. My whole life I have despised this thing called 'woman,' this thing called 'human' that erodes everything, and I have loathed the emotion called 'love.' A person like me..."

Agravain charged out like a wild beast, holding his treasured sword high and attacking Lancelot, all while continuously venting his feelings. This man, whose face was always serious and as cold as steel, finally erupted with the emotions he had suppressed for so long in front of his colleague. This was also the first time Lancelot had ever seen Agravain like this. The younger Gareth had never seen this brother of hers reveal his inner emotions. At this moment, the spear she was swinging couldn't help but stop.

"For the first time! When I discovered the person I hated was a man, do you understand that sense of relief? That emptiness I felt when I learned the reason for the King's crying was because of your foolish end with Guinevere, do you understand that?!"

Due to his frenzy, Agravain's teeth gradually became sharp. At a glance, he looked a bit like the Knight of the Lake. "Accept your retribution! You have betrayed our King once again!!"

Whether these words came from his true feelings back then, or were a self-deprecating admission born from Lancelot's misunderstanding, the benevolent will see benevolence, and the wise will see wisdom.

At the same time, upon the radiant throne, the Lion King looked at the group who had directly crashed through the wall and arrived before her, and posed a question.

"Answer me. Who are you? Why have you come to my castle? Why do you appear before me? I am the Lion King, the King of the Storm, and also the Master of the World's End, the remnant of the Heroic Spirit who wields the Holy Spear."

The goddess's voice was like a great bell, solemn and full of majesty. The words alone made one feel pressure and fear.

"You have come to correct humanity, to take my life. It is a pity you will not be chosen by the Holy Spear. Therefore, die. In the ideal city I have created, there is no place for your souls."

The goddess, without any pause, directly awakened the Holy Spear. Golden light began to flow like scattered flower petals. "Behold, these are the ripples at the world's end. After peeling away the surface of the world, this is the true form of this planet."

The back of the great hall instantly dissolved, turning into the end of the world.

Aslan had no intention of wasting words on the Lion King before him. In the end, this existence's reason for saving humanity was fundamentally also because of the gods... at least, the Goddess Rhongomyniad was created by humans. Without humans, gods cannot exist. So, no matter what, a portion of humanity had to be preserved. Even if she claimed to love humanity, in the end, it was for her own actions. Of course, there was nothing wrong with just wanting to survive, but at least...

"If you had just admitted that from the start, I could have respected you a little more!"