"Interesting, not only is your armor style similar, but you've even learned my Invisible Air?"
Aslan looked at the wary and angry Saber before him. Pretending to be confused, he held his chin and examined her, commenting.
"Could it be, Saber, that you're my fan?"
"As far as I know, there was a man named Charlemagne who admired me so much, he loved imitating me."
"He even liked shouting 'Excalibur' when swinging his sword, and could even unleash light slash attacks with his sword swings."
"Umm, actually, from a fan's perspective, the role of King Arthur you're playing is quite good."
"If King Arthur were indeed a girl."
"But how could King Arthur become a girl? Hahahaha."
As he said this, Aslan burst into loud laughter.
His comments shocked Saber and Irisviel. What could they say? They were the original King Arthur.
How could they be fans of King Arthur?
Saber was now the most confused.
What should she say now?
Should she declare that she was King Arthur?
But if she said so, would anyone believe her?
Even she herself slightly doubted whether she truly was King Arthur.
After all, from any angle, Aslan looked more like King Arthur than she did.
Even Saber Lily, the White Knight who had just drawn her sword, commented.
"Perhaps only an existence like him is the true King Arthur?"
As Saber Lily, who had just drawn the Sword of Selection, she still had many uncertainties about her future, unsure if she could truly become the King of Britain.
This made Saber even more sorrowful. After all, nothing was more painful and unspeakable than doubting oneself.
Saber tightly gripped the sword in her hand and pointed the invisible blade toward Aslan.
"I think we don't need to talk much. Since we're both Servants, let's speak with the swords in our hands?"
"Speak with swords? I agree."
Aslan said with a relaxed expression.
"Then, let me see if you, as my fan, and having taken the Saber class, are worthy of making me draw my Holy Sword?"
One simple sentence again made Artoria's blood pressure skyrocket. A fan again, the Saber class again—the opponent was truly looking down on her!
Even her other self couldn't hold back and prepared to attack.
Artoria considered her mentality stable. Even during Mordred's rebellion, she remained calm amidst chaos and pierced the ungrateful child.
But now she was truly shattered.
"Stop all this meaningless talk, let's fight!"
Artoria didn't plan to test further. She immediately activated Mana Burst. Her body was enveloped in blue Mana, and she charged toward Aslan, leaving blue afterimages.
"Speed is a bit slow, and the power of your swing isn't strong enough."
Although Aslan wasn't very skilled in martial arts—or rather, one month was only enough for him to learn the basics—
He did possess the body of a Pseudo-Sun Star Spirit.
Absolute destruction brought by physical condition.
As Artoria swung her sword, Aslan sidestepped, dodged her attack, and immediately grabbed her wrist.
"What?"
Saber stared in disbelief and shock at Aslan's hand gripping her right wrist.
Her physical parameters were now extraordinary. With the Grand Spirit Origin, becoming All A wasn't an exaggeration.
Yet even in this situation, she could be caught, showing just how strong Aslan was.
"Sorry, although you're my fan, I still have to say—your attack is very weak."
Even only at a Six-Digit level, not even reaching Five-Digit.
It was estimated that even if Artoria unleashed her Noble Phantasm, she might not defeat Arthur Proto.
As he spoke, Aslan forcibly twisted her wrist without hesitation.
"Umm!"
Saber felt a piercing pain. She knew her wrist might be broken.
"Damn it, let me handle this!"
An angry voice echoed in Saber's mind. It was Saber Alter.
Saber Alter couldn't bear to watch such a useless Saber.
"Then, I'll leave it to you."
Saber immediately went offline.
Aslan noticed the change in Artoria's body. Though he could interfere, out of curiosity, he released her wrist and observed.
Instantly, Artoria's blue armor turned black, and the sword in her hand also became more vicious.
"One strength can pierce through everything, my fan. If strength and speed aren't enough, no matter how strong your technique and will, it's useless."
Aslan smiled, again grabbed Saber Alter's sword-wielding hand, and applied a little force.
Saber Alter felt pain, and her hand involuntarily released the sword. It naturally fell to the ground. Then Aslan released her.
There was no resistance at all.
"Your strength to me isn't even as strong as a little girl's resistance. Oh right, I almost forgot—you're also a little girl."
"You bastard!"
Saber Alter couldn't help but curse. She'd never felt this angry, wanting to tear someone's mouth apart.
But she seized the chance when Aslan wasn't paying attention, picked up the sword from the ground, and prepared to unleash her Noble Phantasm at Aslan.
"Excalibur—"
But Saber Alter's Noble Phantasm hadn't even finished being released, Aslan had already grabbed the Excalibur infused with massive Mana and slammed it down.
The gathered Mana instantly dispersed into the atmosphere.
"Right, this stance, this incantation—it's exactly the same as mine. Even the power imitates parts of me."
Aslan exclaimed in admiration, while pressing down Saber Alter and lifting her onto his shoulder.
"But why are you so stubborn, unwilling to admit you're my fan?"
"Is fighting alongside an Arthur like me really that shameful?"
"But it's fine, when facing my fan, my tolerance is limitless. After all, I'm also a knight."
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"Hey, you holding the spear, why aren't you saying anything? You see us being harassed like this, and you don't react at all?"
In the Round Table Conference within King Arthur's mind, Saber Alter pointed at Lancer Artoria sitting to Saber's left and shouted.
She had just been humiliated like this.
"What should I say? He's also an Arthur. An Arthur from another world line, just like us."
Lancer Artoria said very calmly. Based on her analysis, that male Arthur wasn't lying. Whether Spirit Origin or Noble Phantasm, this male Arthur's purity was indeed far higher than theirs.
"But even if we're both Arthur, he can't look down on us like this!"
"Can you defeat him?"
Instantly, the Round Table Conference in all Artorias' minds fell silent.
In the position of King Arthur, Artoria lost completely.
"One day, I'll make you acknowledge my identity as Arthur!"