Tribute to the Demon King

Artoria still remembered that Gawain had an extremely noble personality.He will not belittle or insult his opponent, even if the opponent is not strong enough, he will understand his fighting spirit and consciousness, and treat him with courtesy.He hides in the shadows in front of the king, and when the order is given, he goes to the battlefield bravely and wins with a refreshing smile—it can be said to be an ideal knight.

In the city of Camelot, he exists as the shadow of King Arthur, and even acts as a substitute for King Arthur after his death in battle.

But he didn't care about those false names, he just continued to exist as King Arthur's right-hand man.

"There is no need to be so polite, Gao Wenqing."

Artoria's voice couldn't help but soften a lot.Even though she was half polluted by the curse, she really couldn't bring up any negative emotions towards Gao Wen.

"No, Wang. The reason why you died in battle was entirely caused by my impulsiveness..."

Gao Wen didn't stand up, but murmured regretfully.

Artoria bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

In a sense... he was indeed right.

Gawain's younger brother and sister were killed by Lancelot, so he swore that he and Lancelot would be immortal and irreconcilable.If this hatred is removed, he can indeed be called a perfect knight.

At that time, on the hill of Jianlan, King Arthur should not have fallen into complete desperation.

Although King Arthur forgave Lancelot and said things like "It's all my fault", Gawain was not willing to forgive Lancelot, and he had to fight against Lancelot until the end.

Even though he was expelled from the round table, when Lancelot heard that King Arthur was besieged by Mordred's army, he still rushed to the Hill of Swords to try to rescue King Arthur, but was rejected by Gawain who still held a grudge against him, and told him Tried to kill Lancelot.

In the end, Gawain was dragged by Lancelot until the sun went down, and was seriously injured by a blow.

And he delayed for half a day, and Lancelot also failed to save King Arthur.

——Because of his impulsiveness, he killed himself and King Arthur.That was the only thing Gawain did wrong in his life.

"But I don't hold a grudge against you."

"Even so, king. Now I want to be your enemy..."

Gao Wen took a deep breath, and his face gradually became solemn: "Because our king is Arthur. I swore that if I could have a second life, I would dedicate myself to the king— —”

"He's Arthur... what does that mean?"

Artoria keenly noticed a certain word, and she immediately sternly looked at Zhou Yi who said nothing: "Are you impersonating me?"

"Pretending? Doesn't exist."

Zhou Yi just shook his head calmly: "Although what I reproduced was only your Holy Lance, not you... But now I am naturally King Arthur."

He replied in a harsh tone familiar to Arturia: "And what you said... isn't it the King of the Wild Hunt? I asked you not long ago, but you clearly refused. 'I am not King Arthur', this Is that what you said?"

"I……"

"The name 'King Arthur' was discarded by you yourself. What you discarded together is the friendship as a round table, and the knighthood you embraced."

Zhou Yi's gaze became tough.There was a clear light that was familiar to Arturia, but somewhat disgusted.

...That feeling is like reading a novel written by an immature self.While ashamed, it was extremely annoying.

"Also, Arturia."

He looked straight into the eyes of the female knight, and asked directly without hesitation: "Why didn't you release the restraint when you just released the Holy Lance?"

Her pupils narrowed slightly.

Even she herself didn't realize this problem.

The holy lance she holds is a tower that fixes the world, a pillar of light that wedges the surface of the world.

If it is accidentally destroyed and disintegrated, the existing laws of physics will completely break down.What has been and a great deal of fantasy law will appear to take its place.

It is precisely because of her status as the last "King" of the Age of Gods that she is qualified to use this holy spear that contains great power.

But because the power of the holy gun is too powerful, when it is used in normal times, it is restricted by thirteen seals like seals by the king and his knights.

In other words, it is a shackle that restricts the output of the Holy Lance.

The unraveling of each path represents the approval of a Knight of the Round Table that "the use of the Holy Lance in such a situation is allowed".

Only when the "glory mission" recognized by multiple knights can be achieved can the real Holy Lance be released.

The number of resolutions required for complete liberation is seven.

At this time, the war between her and Zhou Yi is not a battle for her own selfish desires, but also a battle for survival. At the same time, it is a battle with someone who is stronger than herself, and it is not an enemy of elves.At least four can be liberated.

However, after Arturia saw her former knights appearing in the enemy's camp, she stubbornly refused to release the seal of the Holy Lance.Even if that would make her Noble Phantasm more powerful.

"Have you really forgotten this? Or have you doubted your knights?"

Zhou Yi sighed softly: "Although, I promised Merlin to bring you in. But I don't think he would want to see such Arthur."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yi's expression gradually became solemn, and his voice gradually filled with an orderly rhythm like a metronome.

Accompanied by his whispers, some unknown changes have taken place in the surrounding world.Artoria felt that her body seemed to be wrapped by some viscous and invisible substance, and her vision gradually became blurred.

She opened her mouth wide, but could not speak.He wanted to break free from the spell, but he couldn't move an inch.

Artoria felt that Zhou Yi's words invaded her body like cold and greasy oil.The control over the body became weaker and weaker, replaced by a strong sense of sleepiness several times stronger than drunk.

"Forget it. Then let you recall, your initial choice—"

In Zhou Yi's whisper, her vision fell into complete darkness.