Type-Moon, a human love simulator

That’s right, Kelar always believed that it was not him who was wrong, but the world!

Even if countless years pass, until the end of human history, no one will agree with Kelar. He still believes that the one who is wrong is not himself, but the world that needs to be changed.

Ever since he learned that human history only goes up to 2016 and that he had a simulator, Kelar had an irresistible idea.

If we change the human way of thinking from the root and make people love each other, can we avoid the inevitable destruction?

Merlin didn't know what Kelar was thinking, so she said seriously, "Kelar, you are the strongest genius I have ever seen. Looking through Celtic history, there are few heroes who can surpass you, no, are comparable to you."

"You are still so young, and your future achievements are limitless."

"But, there is something wrong with your thinking..."

Merlin looked at Kelar, his charming pink eyes full of worry: "Your reason may be right, but your method is wrong. You are too extreme and too impatient. Why can't you give humans some time?"

As for saving humanity, you have to at least wait until I finish my work and return to the inner sea of ​​the star before you can do whatever you want!

"It's too late, too late!" Kelar's handsome face was slightly distorted: "If the roots are not corrected, the branches will be twisted no matter how strong they are... Humanity's choice is wrong! Such humans have no future!"

Human choices must be wrong!

This is the future witnessed by Kelar, who comes from the future and is about to face the destruction of human history.

Since humans’ choice is already wrong, why not let him make the decision for humans?

"How do you know that humans are wrong?" Merlin asked in return, "How can you be sure that your own decision can surpass the sum of all humans?"

"..."

Kelar was stunned for a moment, then showed a relieved expression. He said calmly: "Yeah, what did I tell you? Summer insects can't talk about ice... The so-called Celtic sage is nothing more than this."

"Shu Zi, there is no shortage of tricks!"

Is he right?

Kelar couldn't be sure either. At worst, the worst that could happen was the destruction of humanity. It couldn't get any worse.

Is he definitely wrong?

Not entirely, Kelar also knows a madman who is trying to burn humanity and turn the entire human history into a halo. He wants to reverse the flow of six billion years of time with incredible magical power and replace the earth as a celestial body from the source to become the restraining force of the new era!

If this madman succeeds, history will be reset and it will be self-evident who is right.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit... No, I will definitely be right!" Kelar thought silently in his heart: "So, I can't lose!"

Kelar waved his hand in a disinterested manner: "Merlin, I have no intention of arguing with you... As for whether I will be loyal, this is a question you should not ask me, and it is not something you should ask given your status."

"Lily, your reputation and position cannot be entrusted to others!" Kelar completely recovered. He said calmly and rationally, "Only the king can judge loyalty. You cannot rely on the advice of another minister to judge the loyalty of a minister."

After calming down, Kelar lost the terrifying sense of distortion. He seemed to have become a wise and rational sage, a scholar with a wealth of knowledge and elegance.

"..."

Looking at Altria who nodded seriously, Merlin couldn't help but smile bitterly. This Kelar was really not easy to deal with. Even in this situation, he still didn't forget to dig a hole for himself.

What a headache! Would this third generation Celtic king really be suspicious of her?

Forget it, since this is the trajectory of fate, she can only bite the bullet and go for it.

"Go and work, all of you, until you have atonement for your sins."

At Kelar's casual command, the originally messy Ansa people found their tasks in an orderly manner and began to work seriously, as if they were wound-up machines.

The saint said that they all had 'sin'.

The saint wants them to atone for their sins.

After redeeming their sins, they are recognized as good people by Saint Kelar.

After finishing his business, Kelar waved his hand and prepared to go back to his room to sleep. He had no intention of communicating with anyone. But before he took a few steps, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled.

Looking back, she saw the young red dragon. Artoria carefully held the corner of her clothes, her holy blue eyes sparkling. She looked at Kelar and said, "Kai, I will support you, forever!"

The little Celtic King, with those stubborn holy blue eyes, was extremely gentle. She stared at Kailar: "So... Kai, please don't be disappointed in the Celtics."

"……understood."

Kelar nodded in agreement and made a promise that would last forever.

I will never be disappointed with Celtic, because here I have the king who will always support me!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 39: Vortigern Surrenders

"Everyone keeps their distance from Saint Kelar as a non-human, but the Eternal King has faith in him."

——The Gospel of Kelar

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"I see. Did those bastards fail after all?"

"We attacked a territory with only 500 knights, and yet we were able to wipe out the entire army?"

After learning about the defeat of the Ansars, Vortigern did not get angry. He just said calmly, "That stupid bastard Hengist not only failed to complete my orders, but also behaved so disgracefully. It really makes me lose face!"

"That kid Kelar sent back 20,000 people? Haha?" Vortigern's gray pupils suddenly turned vertical, and the cold gaze unique to the God Era Dragon Snake was chilling.

The few remaining Celtic lords loyal to Vortigern quickly lowered their heads in humility, expressing their submission to the tyrannical king, not even daring to breathe.

The expression made by the usually moody King Futigeng showed that he was extremely angry, but he just hadn't found a way to vent it.

As expected, the next moment, Vortigern patted the armrest of the throne and said, "Why? Why did that brat Kelar send back 20,000 Ansar captives? Is he pitying me? Is he pitying me, a lonely old man who has no people left?"

"Since he defeated those 70,000 Angsa bastards, why didn't he behead all the defeated incompetent bastards as a demonstration to me?"

Vortigern could no longer hold back and flew into a rage, “Well, well, a little brat who was only born a few days ago is now bullying me… When my power was overwhelming the British Isles, that little brat was still in his mother’s womb!”

"Pass on my order, behead all 20,000 incompetent Angsa bastards and send them back to Maple Ridge!"

A hint of cruelty and brutality flashed across the vertical pupils of the Vortigern dragon snake: "Give this gift to that brat Kelar, and show him with practical actions what the glory of a Celtic warrior is!"

The will of the King cannot be violated. The Angsa people living under the rule of the King Vortigern dare not resist Vortigern's orders at all.

What's more, the Bian king also has Celtic warriors as the core army. The Ansas are homeless people who have been squeezed out of their living position and exiled from Europe. If they turn against this brutal protector in the Bian king's territory, they will eventually die without a single one left.

They could only kill their sons, fathers and brothers with tears in their eyes under the coercion of the humble king, cut off their heads, load them on the boat and send them to Maple Ridge.

It’s not that some people have thought about rebelling or escaping, but where can they escape to?

Keilar, Maple Ridge…

It's just too far.

There are countless territories of Celtic lords in between. If they rebel, then both the Celtic lords under King Uther and the Celtic lords under Vortigern will attack them, and they will have no way of reaching Maple Ridge alive.

The Ansa people are too close to Vortigern and too far from Kelar!

If they obeyed Vortigern's tyranny, only 20,000 people would die. If they did not obey the king's orders, all the foreign Ansa people might die. Today on the British Isles, there are still as many as 200,000 Ansa people under the rule of King Vortigern, and they dare not go against the king's will.

However, this move by the king completely alienated the Angsa people from Vortigern. Some Angsa people shouted before they died: "Kairal pardoned me, but Vortigern wanted to kill me!"

"Is this really a king worthy of our loyalty?"

After the bloody massacre, most of the Ansa people began to flee. They longed for Maple Ridge, which was like the promised land and the Garden of Eden in the words of their relatives who had returned briefly, where there were benevolent lords who loved them and sacred strongmen who protected them.

[At the age of 16, you celebrated your sixteenth birthday in Maple Ridge, but received a special gift on your birthday. ]

[The humble king Vortigern took special care of you, the "younger generation", and issued a declaration of war to you, showing the style of a textbook Celtic barbarian - he beheaded all the Ansa people who were forgiven by you, and sent them back on your birthday.]

[You buried the heads of these innocent people with a smile, and swore to all the witnesses that sooner or later, his teachings would hit Vortigern's head like a whip raised high by the sky.]

[Contrary to what Hector and all the Celtic lords thought, after you pardoned and accepted 50,000 Ansa people, your territory was not devoured by these Ansa people, but became even richer.]

[These are young and strong laborers who can serve as soldiers if they pick up weapons. They can also create value if they pick up production tools. According to later economic theories, this is a pure demographic dividend.]

[Unfortunately, the Celtic barbarians do not understand what economics is. They fight for the sake of war and kill for the sake of killing. They are not afraid of life and death, but it is meaningless! ]

【Little do they know that in the eyes of civilized people, war is only the lowest means, an unnecessary and last resort to achieve political goals.】

[Your territory is prosperous and rich, and you are beginning to delegate power and let Artoria govern. As your disciple and future King Arthur, Artoria has done a great job in fulfilling your orders and is beginning to intentionally form a new army of Ansa for military settlement.]

[After the incident of presenting the head on Vortigern's birthday, the Ansa people who stayed in Maple Ridge were completely disappointed with the tyrant Vortigern. It was impossible for them to return to the King's command, so they could be recruited without any worries and used to attack Vortigern's territory in the future.]

[And Kelar, you are considering Merlin's suggestion - whether to take Altria to travel around Britain.]

[According to this person, as a king, the future King Arthur must experience the suffering of the people, understand the living conditions of the people under his rule, and understand the turbulent Britain of the Age of Gods.]

[You think what she said is right, and in the name and voice of Merlin, you give King Uther advice, asking this king who has never left the palace to work among the people.]

[It is unknown how King Uther reacted after hearing the news. Anyway, he sent his palace steward back. It is unknown whether Sir Ector was expelled from the capital by King Uther because of his eldest son.]

[But you understood King Uther's subtext. You kept Sir Ector, the original lord of Maple Ridge, but did not give up his power. Instead, you selected three top civil servants from among tens of thousands of people in the territory to manage the territory.]

[They are Qian Gu, Shu Qi, and Xing Ming, the three stewards of the territory, who are responsible for the taxation, government affairs, and justice of the territory respectively.]

[This is the staff system of China during the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. It was used in Britain in the fifth century AD, which was directly advanced by a thousand years.]

[You gave Sir Hector many instructions, saying that he must not interfere in Maple Ridge's internal affairs, and that he only needed to eat, drink, play, sleep, and exercise every day. Then you prepared to travel the British Isles with Altria.]

[Yes, just the two of you.]

[This made the great wizard Merlin, who also came with him, dumbfounded. How could Fatty Four travel around Britain without a heavyweight like her? ]

[You reiterated that you rejected the request of the Great Sage Merlin to follow you, and the great magician also firmly opposed it and did not hesitate to fight with you for it.]

[In three rounds, you cut off Merlin's sword with your lunch knife for cutting meat and bread. It seems that our flower magician needs to change to a staff sword.]

[The Caster candidate who dominated Britain with his swordsmanship and had no rivals could not defeat a young 'boy'. ]

[I, Merlin, would like to call you the strongest! ]

〈You have been awarded the title 'True British Swordmaster'〉

[You broke Merlin's weapon, pointed at her nose and said, "Old thing, your swordsmanship is the most useless!"]

[Merlin looked around and made sure there was no one else around, then he immediately fell to the ground and rolled around, holding onto your feet and started to act like a scoundrel. Merlin thought you were a knight who didn't kill, and there was nothing he could do about such a scoundrel.]

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 40 Who is more despicable than whom?

[You sighed and said, "Master, you are very contemptuous. Therefore, good people are naturally more contemptuous than bad people. You are still too young and have never seen my methods."]

[So, you secretly used a magic trick to record all of this. This action immediately broke Merlin's defense. She never expected that you, a knight with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who defeated the war god of 70,000 people by yourself, actually had such a superb magic trick...]

[Although his attainments are not as good as hers, he is already good enough to be called a magic master. He is not the kind that cannot break through level 30.]

[Damn it, this must have been done by Morgan! ]

[Originally, with Merlin's attainments in magic, if she was prepared, even Morgan would not be able to use magic to plot against her, but she never thought that you would be Morgan's true disciple. Unintentionally, the dark history of the unprepared Merlin fell into your hands.]

[Merlin is so... Archmage, you don't want King Uther to know about this dark history, right? Then just obey me! Otherwise...]

[She is such a beautiful woman, but she must be very lonely, right? ]

[You said something incomprehensible, but you succeeded in making Merlin, a scumbag, suffer a great loss. Merlin had no choice but to give in.]

[You took away Merlin's lifelong research on magic and swordsmanship, but you felt sorry that you were not able to use your Moon World-specific knowledge transmission secrets.]

[After you spent all the old man's gold coins, you also left Merlin in Maple Ridge, but you promised to write her a report letter every month.]

【But you failed in the first month. 】

You are awarded the title "Leading Pigeon"

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"We are about to enter Vortigern's Britain."

Kelar and Altria rode on ordinary horses, wearing ordinary ranger hoods and ordinary leather armor. Their real mounts, the good horses from the Age of Gods, were left in Maple Ridge and not brought out.

Otherwise it would be too ostentatious.

In this era, a good horse is equivalent to a main battle armored vehicle. Whether it is a mouse tank or a humorous little cardboard tank depends on the mount under its crotch.

If they rode their original mounts, they would be troubled by thieves along the way and the purpose of their trip would be delayed.

Their trip was not for the purpose of education, but simply to observe and experience the British Isles of that era and the indigenous people living on the island.

Kelar said slowly, "Lily, do you know why I brought you to the kingdom ruled by Vortigern first, instead of going to King Uther's Kingdom of Camelot first?"

"I don't know, Lily!" Altria shook her golden little head. "However, along the way, the closer we got to Vortigern's territory, the more thieves and monsters there were, and the fewer traces of fairies there were."