Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Although Kelar's horse is not bad, it is still not as strong as Don Starlion's horse. But Kelar doesn't care. It's just a mount. No matter how strong it is, can it matter? Does he expect to get more treasures by riding a horse?

The land area of ​​Britain is not large, incomparable to that of Western Rome. Tiberius marched anxiously for ten days but still hadn't reached Rome. However, Artoria and Kelar traveled slowly and it only took them three days to reach the front line of the rebels.

At this time, the battle was nearing its end, and the Knights of the Round Table gathered together and forced the resistance army formed by the nobles into a desperate situation.

In this battle, Artoria sent out all the troops of the royal capital like a lion fighting a rabbit, including the Knights of Evangelion formed by the Ansa people. The nobles were killed or captured, and their territories passed down from generation to generation were brought under the direct jurisdiction of the British Kingdom.

If this happened in the real world, if such a policy that was a thousand years ahead of the times was introduced, it would definitely lead to the demise of the country, followed by the standard chaos in the world, with nine out of ten houses deserted, and finally a strong man descended from the sky to clean up the country and ascend to the throne.

But this is the Moon World, where one strong man can defeat thousands of troops. Although the role of the army is still indispensable, absolute force is still enough to suppress all opposition.

"Knights of the Round Table, assemble!"

At Altria's call, the Knights of the Round Table gathered here one after another.

Compared to a few years ago, the Knights of the Round Table now have a few new members, including Gawain's brother and sister, Morgan's most outstanding "children", Gaheris and Gareth, as well as Cui Beishang, Bedivere, and Percival holding a spear.

These people were all very powerful knights and excellent commanders, and all of them were from noble families.

In the temporary commander's tent was a large round table, the symbol of the Knights of the Round Table. Kelar sat next to Altria, looked at Lancelot and Gawain, and asked, "What's the situation?"

Gao Wen said, "The situation is very good. We promised that you can lay down your weapons and return to your hometown without any responsibility. Now the morale of the rebels is already shaky."

When the rebel nobles started the uprising, the situation was very good at the beginning. When the nobles united together, the resources and financial strength they could gather were quite astonishing. The wealth accumulated by these people over generations was used to directly recruit a large number of soldiers in the beginning, and they swept across half of Britain.

Coupled with the support and weapons of the Romans, the rebellion of these nobles became quite large for a while.

But under the continuous attacks of the Knights of the Round Table and Altria, the nobles' resistance was on the decline and soon reached a dead end. Now only the last county is left. After defeating them, Britain will be reborn.

When Kelar arrived, the battle was already at the final stage. He did not personally intervene, but took out the Kelar Code and said, "Abolish any form of lynching. Everything must be regulated by the code. Even if there are sworn enemies in the enemy's army, lynching is not allowed."

"Respect your code, Lord Kelar."

The Knights of the Round Table immediately expressed their position.

Although it is somewhat inhumane, a code is a code. If the code can be violated at will and heroes are still allowed to deal with criminals according to their own preferences, then what is the point of having a code?

Just leave everything to human management!

Of course, although Kelar was determined not to kill, there were a lot of severe punishments in the code he established. There was no law in the code that would punish the person with death, but many of the sentences were no different from death.

Leniency in sentencing is to uphold human rights as they are born of nature. Even a murderer should be given this most basic right.

Heavy sentencing is also for the safety of most people, and can deter those who want to break the law from infringing on the human rights of others.

For example, cases like human trafficking and murder can be handed over directly to the victim's family for disposal according to the code. If the victim forgives the person, then it is the stage of reformation.

If an entire family is killed without leaving any alive, they will be handed over to the citizens for public trial. Only if they are accepted by the majority of the citizens can they be sent to prison to serve their sentence and reform their thoughts.

This is the very humane code established by Kelar, which preserves the human rights of the prisoners and the justice of their families' revenge.

If the law is not enforced, private revenge may even be just.

Kelar directly integrated these two points, writing the justice of private revenge into the law code, and it was endorsed by the kingdom, which helped the victim catch the murderer.

However, this must be tried according to the code. Lynching, that is, private revenge and arrest, is illegal. The family members will lose the right to judge the criminals and the criminals will be transferred to prison.

In short, Kelar believes that his code is perfect, combining both rule by man and rule by law, and also instilling ideas of benevolence and grace. Whether you insist on revenge or have a heart of gold, the code can back you up.

Of course, it is impossible for the code to only stipulate criminal cases and leave the rest of the content aside for the time being.

The Knights of the Round Table had memorized Kelar's Code long ago. Gawain nodded and said, "Mr. Kelar, we will only execute the ringleader. The remaining accomplices can be sent to Delin Prison for forced labor. The criminals' families will be demoted to commoners, and they will be required to work in exchange for food."

Kelar thought about it and nodded, "Let's do it!"

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This final war lasted less than a day and ended. The last fortress of the nobles was breached and the strong British soldiers rushed in, shouting the slogan "Surrender and you will not be killed, lie down and surrender."

All the noble rebels who dared to hold weapons and stand on the ground were ruthlessly strangled.

This is war, the most unjust and painful war in the world.

But war must exist. Even though it is painful, it is part of humanity. If Kelar wants to change humanity from the root, he must first have a deep understanding of the worst part of humanity, and then find a way to remove this cancer.

The frontal combat did not take long, but the inventory and follow-up work were very cumbersome. Kelar spent ten days and still failed to properly accommodate everyone.

But Altria said with a relaxed expression: "Kai, this matter is over, nothing happened at all~"

Altria pouted and said angrily, "Merlin is a good scaremongerer. He even said something like a king must be aloof and you will stand against me. What a scaremongering!"

"So you still remember it?" Kelar asked in surprise, "I thought you had forgotten it a long time ago!"

"I never took that crappy prophecy seriously. After all, I've never seen it be accurate!" Kelar raised his eyebrows and sneered. He had already traveled through time and space, so why was he still stuck in this fateful script?

"Yes, just don't take it to heart!" Altria raised her eyebrows and said, "I didn't take it to heart either, I just remembered it~"

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door, and it seemed that there was a voice saying "kill her". Kelar frowned and said to himself: "Didn't I tell you that lynching is not allowed!"

Kailar stood up, and Altria frowned and said, "Kai, let's go out and take a look."

When the two men went out, they saw that a little girl was caught stealing food and money from British soldiers. According to the code established by Kelar, the victim can choose whether to forgive the criminal.

Kelar was silent as he looked at the little girl whose face was pale and full of fear, but who was trying hard not to cry. She looked less than five years old, even younger than when Altria was sent to Maple Ridge.

Judging from the way she was dressed, one could tell at a glance that she was the child of an aristocrat. Moreover, at such a young age, she must have lost the protection of her parents, and had to steal food to survive.

According to the British Code, victims of theft could recover their losses and demand double compensation from the criminal, so as to reconcile with the criminal. If the criminal did not pay, they could choose to be lynched or thrown into prison, with the maximum penalty of having their hands cut off and being sentenced to more than five years of hard labor.

Kelar's original intention was to warn people not to commit crimes. After all, the code cannot be entirely lenient, otherwise no one will be afraid, and severe punishment is essential.

"Lord Kelar, we strictly abide by your code." The soldier drew his knife, looked at the little girl and said, "She has no money to compensate me for my loss. I have the right to cut off her hand."

"..."

Kelar was silent. This was the code he established. If he took the lead in not abiding by it, then this code would become a joke.

Altria also came over at this time, and the soldiers knelt down to salute. After taking a look, she understood the basic situation, nodded indifferently and said, "Kai, let's go. This soldier did nothing wrong, and this is also helpful in maintaining the code and making the code deeply rooted in people's hearts. We should not interfere."

Kelar suddenly looked at Altria, and for the first time, a strange look appeared in his eyes. He asked calmly, "So, Lily, even you think that it is right to cut off a little girl's hand in order to uphold the so-called code?"

Is this the cold and grim side of the king?

Kelar shifted his gaze from Altria's delicate and familiar, yet now unfamiliar face, but he was not a mortal after all, and soon shifted his gaze to the Sword of Promised Victory at Altria's waist.

He knew that Altria would never fall so quickly.

"Is it because of this sword?" Kelar murmured, "Is this the fate that Merlin talked about? As long as Artoria takes this sword, she is destined to become a king who does not understand human nature?"

It is just like the throne of the Emperor of Heaven among the Indian gods. No matter how wise and powerful the god is, once he sits on that position, he will become stupid and arrogant, make many incredible mistakes, and eventually be kicked off the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

But once he lost the throne of Heavenly Emperor, the IQ of those gods would immediately take over the high ground again. This was fate.

Picking up the Sword of Promised Victory, Altria's thinking pattern began to reverse uncontrollably in a certain direction.

"Kai, why are you looking at me like this?" Artoria was familiar with Kailar to the core. Now she was hurt by his gaze and asked sadly, "Are you going to stand in front of me just for an outsider?"

"Kai, you are standing in front of me, do you want to be my enemy?"

"..." Kailar closed his eyes and said, "There is no king in front of me, only an ignorant little girl!"

Kelar looked at the soldier who was becoming increasingly anxious because of the quarrel between the king and the saint, and said gently: "Soldier, you strictly followed the code, you did nothing wrong."

Then he looked at the little girl and said, "This is my fault. I failed to properly accommodate everyone. She must be very hungry to come out and steal food. This is for survival, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Then Kelar held out his hand and said, "Soldier, you come and cut off my hand, and I will bear the punishment in her place."

"The British Code cannot be violated, but there is leniency outside the law. As the British Kingdom's palace steward, please allow me to take the punishment on her behalf."

Kelar finally understood what it meant to "kill oneself by one's own actions".

But, Kelar must uphold the code.

“Lord Kelar…” The soldier was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He cried, “I was wrong. I forgave her. I shouldn’t have been so unforgiving because of such a small matter… But my brother and father both died at the hands of the nobles. When I saw her, I was really… Woo woo woo!”

"Soldier, the law cannot be violated. Since you have sentenced him to have his hands cut off, you cannot change it at will, and you cannot change it because of my identity."

Kelar calmly pulled the soldier up and said, "You hurt me, I don't blame you, because you did it with my permission."

"Kai, what are you doing?" Artoria tightly grasped Kailar's arm and said, "Anyway, we have magic, it's very convenient, just cut off one of her hands and then connect it, there's no need..."

"Yes, it's the same if you cut off one of my hands and then reattach it." Kelar looked at Altria with a smile and said, "Am I more noble than her?"

"Do we have to cut off a child's hand to prove the strength of the code?"

No one could hurt Kelar. The soldier's sword couldn't cut off Kelar's hand, so he held the soldier's hand and said, "This sword will definitely cut off everything!"

This is the spirit of words. Kelar is very clear about his own defense. If he resists intentionally, even the holy sword cannot break his defense. Therefore, if he wants to cut off his hand, he can only use his spear to attack his shield.

Then, Kelar gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and in the face of the soldier's fear and extreme resistance, he chopped his own hand without hesitation.

"Ding~"

There was a crisp sound, and the clanging collision was extremely harsh, but it was not the sound of a sword piercing the bone.

The soldier opened his eyes cautiously. His sword blade touched Kelar's wrist but did not cut the skin.

A broken sword blade was stuck on the ground, and the hilt was in Altria's hand. The Wind King's barrier that was originally lingering on the sword body dissipated and turned into a wisp of breeze.

It is the sword of promised victory, the star-made holy sword, representing all the royal power of Britain and the holy sword where all the legends of King Arthur began.

Only this sword can offset Kelar's words.

At the last moment before Kelar was about to strike, the extremely strong feelings that Artoria had for Kelar made her break free from the kingly thinking imposed on her by the Sword of Victory Oath, and at the last moment, she blocked the Sword of Victory Oath in front of Kelar.

Kelar's words were to cut off obstacles next time, and his original intention was to cut off his own wrist, but it was blocked by Altria with the Sword of Promised Victory. Although he succeeded in cutting the sword, he could no longer break his defense.

"Click..."

The soldier's sword in his hand also broke into pieces. Kelar let go of the soldier's hand. The soldier knelt on the ground, knocked his head in front of Kelar, and said sincerely: "Today, I finally understand what a true saint is."

The soldier cried, "A man like you is a saint in Britain, but a man like me who is so despicable that I don't even want to let my children go, is it really worth it for you to do this?"

"You are not despicable, soldier." Kelar said gently, "Your father and brother died on the battlefield for the kingdom. You are a family of heroes."

"However, hatred cannot continue forever, and innocent people must not be harmed. I hope you will remember what happened today."

Altria held up the broken sword and announced, "British law is enforced as hard as a mountain. I replace Kelar's arm with the sword of sworn victory, which symbolizes the king's power. I declare in the name of King Arthur that this case is closed."

Kelar did not insist on cutting off his hand, and he did not have any self-abuse problem.

As Altria said, it has now been proven that the code cannot be violated and the goal has been achieved.

Use the broken sword of oath and victory to gild the British code.

Artoria and Kelar did not notice that all the Knights of the Round Table gathered here. They stood far away, watching the argument between Kelar and Artoria, and watched the whole process.

"The Grand Master's prophecy has come true." Agguiwen, who was as stubborn as iron and unsympathetic, said, "What about the second prophecy?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 78 Rome is a bad civilization

Agguiwen is as hard as a rock, even when talking about Kelar: "After all, we are Knights of the Round Table loyal to King Arthur. We must not allow Kelar to split the Knights of the Round Table or even rebel against the king."

"..." Gao Wen rubbed his head and said to himself: "My head hurts. How come it has to come to this?"

"We didn't believe the two prophecies Merlin made before, but one of them turned out to be true."

Lancelot also regained his melancholy uncle face and said, "The king and Kelar have such a good relationship. I thought Kelar would become the queen..."

Gawain rarely nodded in agreement with Lancelot and sighed, "This is bad. We were betting on when Kelar would become queen. This is bad..."

Gao Wen said twice, "Oh no!" You can imagine how panicked this elegant gentleman was.

Merlin once made two prophecies for Kelar and Artoria, one of which was what happened today. One day, Kelar would stand in front of Artoria and cut off the sword of promised victory!

The second is that Kelar will definitely betray the agreement with Altria.

Although I don't know what the agreement between the two is, since the word "betrayal" is used, it must be a serious matter.

"Although we don't want to admit it, we have to make plans early." Agguiwen said coldly: "None of us is a match for Kelar. If there is really a confrontation in the future, how can we defeat this 'saint'?"

"..."

Now, Lancelot, who always prided himself on his strength, and Gawain, who was not very convinced, fell silent. After all, they were both defeated by Kelar.

"Headache~"

-

Inside the castle, the atmosphere between Kelar and Altria was very tense. Although they managed to cope with it on the outside, a rift was still a rift, and even if left alone, the barrier would still exist.

Altria held the broken Sword of Promised Victory in her hands and stared blankly at the broken blade. For a swordsman, the bonus of a holy sword was enormous.

Altria has been fighting with this sword for so many years, and her relationship with the holy sword is extremely deep.