Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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This is a rare moment of calm amidst the global catastrophe.

There, there was a green-haired heroic spirit carrying a bag of rice.

Even in harsh living conditions, every household still radiates happiness and smiles.

“Lu Shide’s mother... that woman named Salia, she always wore a red necklace, a necklace that only special people among us mountain people can possess.”

She said it was a gift from her beloved before he left.

The demonic arm of the cursed wrist trembled incessantly.

The skeletal body seemed to simply maintain the emotions that were about to erupt.

Hanam.

This was the name Cursed Arm had before he became Hassan and abandoned everything.

He had long since abandoned the past, abandoned everything, and even abandoned the people he loved.

All for a simple ideal: to protect our compatriots.

During the time that Cursed Arm Hassan remained silent, the messenger brought good news.

The Master and Servant of Chaldea have returned.

Chapter 212 Gareth Resurrected? The Siege of the Holy Capital Begins!

"Welcome back, Lady Fujimaru Ritsuka. It's only been a few days, but I didn't expect you to have actually achieved results. With the Sun King's army added to the mix, we should be confident of taking down the Holy Capital."

Upon hearing this good news, Hassan of Cursed Arm finally relaxed.

—Inside the simple houses in the mountain village, built of mud bricks.

Hassan, the man with the cursed wrist, sat quietly.

"We can now assemble an army of over ten thousand men. Next, we will head to the wilderness and then move towards the Holy City."

“I understand. After you reunite with Lancelot, he will lead you to attack the Holy Capital. However, Lancelot will not join you in the siege. He will fight Gawain head-on. I need your assistance to Mordred, is that alright?”

Three times the Gawain, and even the blessing of the night.

This is definitely not a monster that any Heroic Spirit can easily defeat.

"So, I'm leaving Gawain to him? In other words, I'm simultaneously handling the main military clashes and keeping the gatekeeper in check, right?"

“That’s true, but don’t force it,” Fujimaru Ritsuka said. “The goal of all your actions is to create time for our showdown with the Lion King.”

"The Holy City's top-tier righteous knights are very strong. Basically, with Agravure's adjustments, a few of them can rival the strength of an average servant, and a legion of them can surpass Lancelot's strength. So you must not push yourselves too hard."

"The only ones who can stand up to the Lion King are Mash and me."

Before the gods, only the most outstanding heroic spirits, like Osman Diaz who is comparable to a god, have the potential to contend with them.

Even so, according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's judgment.

Rungomijad is much better than the Sun King.

If they were of the same size, the Sun King might not be inferior to the goddess Rungomminiad, but the two differ in their "containers".

The Great Temple can only defend with all its might; it cannot break through Rungomminiad's [End of Protection] defense.

Unless you risk your life and use the Great Temple to smash it.

There is a possibility of breaching its defenses.

But at the same time, the Sun King will also be eliminated by this blow.

As a "Dead Apostle Servant - Dark Paladin", Mash possesses power surpassing that of the Blessed Knights of the Round Table. In fact, she is even superior to the Sun King in a defensive battle against the Lion King.

"Wait a moment..."

Bedwell interjected at this point: "I'll go with you too."

“Mr. Bedivere…”

Mash looked at Bedivere, somewhat worried about his condition.

Although Bedivere's complexion had indeed improved considerably, his Spirit Origin status remained somewhat unstable.

“I know that fighting may not be of much help, but I must see the king... I want to see with my own eyes why the king has become like this.”

Even with Blackie's persuasion, Bedivere still couldn't bear the excruciating pain and guilt in his heart. In any case, he had indeed done something unforgivable; it was his sin.

“But, Mr. Bedivere, your spirit origin…”

Fujimaru Ritsuka grabbed Mashu.

She shook her head at Mash, then looked at Bedivere.

"I see..."

“Mr. Bedivere, I certainly hope to see a redemptive outcome... but please don’t push it too hard.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed something, which is why she grabbed Mashu.

"Yes, thank you for your understanding." Bedivere took a breath, the pain in his eyes lessening and becoming clearer.

"Don't worry, Bedivere."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice was firm.

She clenched her fist, her eyes burning with both fiery passion and icy coldness: "Your wish, that redemption, can surely be fulfilled."

"However, all of this is based on the premise that I give that goddess a good beating!"

anger.

The discontent and anger of people after they were killed.

This anger had been burning fiercely in Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart.

The mountain people and Egypt are both preparing.

Naturally, such a large-scale military mobilization could not escape the notice of the capital.

The Holy City is also making preparations.

The silvery-white chalk city stands quietly on the desert plain.

This timeframe likely coincides with the next Holy Pilgrimage ceremony.

The once lively gathering of Knights of the Round Table has now dwindled to just two.

One is Gawain, the Sun Knight, and the other is Agravivan, the Iron Knight.

Agraven donned his solemn black armor once more. Facing the king, he knew he had to serve him with sincerity and loyalty, becoming a source of strength for the king.

Although Agravan believed he had taken advantage of the king, he firmly believed that this exploitation was also for the king's better ability to rule the country.

The Lion King sat quietly on his throne.

Those emotionless eyes simply stared straight ahead, unmoved by the enemy's actions in the slightest.

This is the true, perfect king.

Agrave had experienced Fujimaru Ritsuka's power, but he did not believe that the other party could handle his king.

An ideal, perfect, and eternal kingdom, which unites all of this into one—the true king.

“Agravivan”.

"I'm here."

"This world is starting to get noisy," the Lion King said, his tone cold and indifferent.

"Yes, the traitors and the Sun King have joined forces and are preparing to march on our holy capital."

Agguiwen knelt on the ground, bowed his head and said, "The [Tower of the End] is about to descend, and we will absolutely not allow a single enemy soldier to enter the Holy City."

"Yes."

Gawain echoed, "I'll risk my life... As a Sun Knight, I will never let the enemy enter the gates of Camelot."

Gawain unconditionally believed that Wang could lead them to create miracles.

“I am aware of your loyalty. However, the number of the enemy’s followers has exceeded what you can handle.”

"Therefore, in order to replenish our combat strength, I plan to add another new combatant."

The Lion King said this, and then slowly raised his hand.

"New combat power?" Gawain asked, puzzled.

"Indeed. Your companions, the knights who died in the battle against the demon Lionheart..."

"Is it possible?!"

Even Agguwen was stunned.

After they killed each other, they went to fight the demonized Lionheart King, who claimed to be Charles I's monster, in accordance with the Lion King's will.

During their final battle against the demon who called himself Charles I, the knights had already accepted that two or three of them would fall there.

Gareth sacrificed himself to bind the demon, and as his body was pierced, he only hoped that his comrades would quickly free him.

However...

At this moment, could it be that the Lion King wants to make up for the disadvantage in the number of Knights of the Round Table by summoning Gareth again?

"My lord, I humbly beg you to rescind your decree! Gareth has fulfilled her mission; she bravely sacrificed herself in the battle against the demon, and has already—"

"Shut up! Gawain, are you planning to disobey the King's orders?!"

Agguiwen quickly gave Gawain a look.

Gao Wen immediately fell silent.

"I should have told you all this at the beginning of the summoning," said the Lion King, showing no emotion whatsoever.

“Your lives no longer belong to you, but to me. All of this is for the sake of redeeming humanity before that king.”

Gao Wen gritted his teeth.

Wang is right in saying this, and he is right in doing this.

In the face of humanity's destruction, he believed that only the Lion King, a perfectly perfect being, could save humanity.

This is his persistence.

“Your Majesty, I… Gao Wen.”

Gao Wen seemed to have lost all his strength, and his green eyes grew increasingly dim and lifeless.

"I unconditionally support your decision."

Reviving Gareth is the best option to replenish combat strength.

But he also knew that this kind of "forced retention" of life might be another kind of pain for Gareth.

In fact, regardless of whether Gawain objects or not, the Lion King's decision will not be changed.

The Lion King didn't even glance at Gawain.

She simply raised her hand slightly.

A dazzling light burst forth.

The dimly lit hall was illuminated for a moment, and then the light faded.

Gareth's figure was fully revealed.

She wore familiar silver armor, held a shield and a spear, and her short brown hair and face were hidden behind a shimmering silver knight's helmet.

Those once lively and vibrant eyes are now shrouded in a pure impurity, like an indelible shadow, or a scar etched on the Knights of the Round Table.

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The Wolf Knight.

He showed no emotional fluctuations, like a soulless puppet.

"Knight Gareth, heeding the king's call, return to the battlefield."

Gareth's cold voice was equally devoid of emotion. She slowly walked to the throne, knelt on one knee, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Gareth, I command you to return to the Knights of the Round Table. Assist Gawain and Agravwen in the defense of the Holy City, and hold back the rebels and the Sun King's army."

"Yes, my king."