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Lancelot and Guinaifen?
Across the infinite dimensions, quite a few viewers were baffled by this.
They knew Lancelot. He was the Berserker from the first viewing, who was ultimately corrupted by the Grail's mud and completely reduced to a monster of slaughter.
To be honest, because of the first viewing, many viewers outside the light curtain were actually a little afraid of Lancelot.
After all, the Lancelot from the Fourth Holy Grail War didn't look like a good person in any way. That pitch-black armor… it was the standard template for a villain.
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[Light Curtain Barrage]
Detective Conan: "Lancelot and Guinaifen… This is really…"
In the world of Conan, Conan, who had figured out Guinaifen's true name, couldn't help but twitch his lips. You could say it, you really could. How could this be considered a betrayal by Lancelot? This was world-line convergence!
Yukino Yukinoshita: "Will it be exactly the same as in the legends? Now that Gawain has said that, I'm really curious. If Lancelot and Guinaifen meet, it will certainly create some incredible sparks."
Eriri Sawamura: "Huh? What's going on? Why does it seem like you all know who Guinaifen is!"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: "Sigh, use your head a little. If there were still some doubts before, then Gawain's words just now have basically served as a stone-cold confirmation."
Guinaifen: "…To be honest, I don't really get it either. After all, although the Knights of the Round Table over there share the same names as my siblings, our relationships are worlds apart."
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[On the light curtain, inside the Holy City of Camelot.]
[Gawain had already arrived in the main hall. For the tasks the King had given him, whether it was the Saint's Punishment or bringing back Guinaifen, he had completed neither. He was likely here now to receive his punishment.]
["The King is already asleep. I will relay any matters. You will be punished later. For now, return to your residence and await my command."
[Beside the throne, Agravain looked coldly at the Sun Knight. He was utterly disappointed to learn of Gawain's failure.]
[A few refugees, plus a few outsiders, had actually caused Gawain, one of the top combatants among the Knights of the Round Table, to fail.]
[He refused to believe that Gawain hadn't held back in this matter.]
[Gawain didn't explain anything. Instead, after a moment of silence, he said, "What a pity. I cannot even see the King at a time like this?"]
["Of course. The trivial matter of some fleeing refugees is more than enough for us to handle in her stead."
[Agravain's expression remained unchanged, but his tone suddenly shifted. "Or should I say… Sir Gawain, do you intend to deliberately cause the King more trouble?"]
[Hearing this, a hint of annoyance flashed in Gawain's eyes as he looked at Agravain. He then immediately said, "I have absolutely no such intention."
[After saying this, Gawain crossed his arms and said no more, afraid of being framed with another accusation by Agravain.]
[However, at that moment, Tristan, who was also standing in the Holy City's hall, spoke up. "Sigh, is it because you made a mistake? This is truly an uncharacteristic blunder for Sir Gawain… It pains my heart."
["Hah, could it be that you showed mercy again? After all, the great Sun Knight is a very gentle person!"]
[Beside Tristan stood a young female knight whom the group did not recognize. She was the knight who had been shown fleetingly wearing the bull-horned helmet.]
[Now, in the main hall of the Holy City, this female knight was not wearing her helmet. Instead, her stunning face was revealed from beneath it—a young woman with golden hair, a valiant and heroic bearing.]
[Of course, if it were just this, it wouldn't be enough to shock the audience outside the light curtain. They just felt that… this knight looked a lot like King Arthur!]
[Besides her expression, other parts of her were very similar, especially her appearance!]
[Who was she? What was her relationship with King Arthur? In an instant, the viewers across the infinite dimensions began to discuss heatedly.]
[And then, Tristan revealed this knight's name. "This is not gentleness, Sir Mordred. This should be called disrespect."]
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[…Mordred??]
[Across the infinite dimensions, countless viewers, upon seeing this, widened their eyes in an instant!]
[This was Mordred! King Arthur's son? Why was she a girl!]
[Alright, her father could be a woman, so it seemed quite normal for her to be a woman too. But now… the most crucial question arose!]
[How did King Arthur and Morgan give birth to Mordred?]
[Could it be that Morgan was actually a man?]
[On the light curtain, a messy barrage of comments flashed by, provoking the dissatisfaction of the person in question.]
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Mordred: "Hey! What's with you people? Can't I serve under my father, the King!?"
King Arthur: "I remember explaining how Mordred came to be. She was created by Morgan using magic and my genetic material. Why do you all forget so quickly?"
Detective Conan: "Sigh, as everyone knows, the internet has no memory. Although the light curtain isn't the internet, its nature is more or less the same. Not to mention, the audience of the infinite dimensions is so vast, I can guarantee that even after you explain it this time, someone will still ask again later."
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[On the light curtain, Tristan continued, "The Saint Selection conducted at the main gate is a royal decree from the King. If even this cannot be done properly, then even a Knight of the Round Table cannot escape death."
["There is no need to await the King's judgment. Agravain, do I need to carry out Sir Gawain's punishment?"]
[Saying this, Tristan stroked the string of his bow, seeming to hold no sympathy or pity for his comrade.]
[This was completely different from the humble knight of the legends, making the viewers' impression of Tristan even worse.]
[First, he slaughtered refugees, and now he was going to turn on his own comrade?]
[You couldn't say it was unrelated; you could only say it was completely incongruous!]
[Even Gawain, who had also committed a massacre, was at least closer in personality to his legendary counterpart. Not like Tristan…]
["Hey, what do you mean by that? Even if he's to be punished, it should be confinement at most. There's no need to cut off his head, right?"] Mordred immediately spoke up upon seeing Tristan place his finger on his bowstring.]
[Gawain was an important asset. She couldn't let Gawain die here now.]
[But Tristan just let out a helpless sigh. "Sir Mordred… that is why I say you do not understand the King's heart."
["Do you intend to make the King personally sever the head of a Knight of the Round Table? I feel sadness… A sight like that would truly be like the end of the world."
["For the sake of the King, I have no choice but to personally sever the life of a dear friend… Can you understand that, Sir Gawain?"]
[Tristan plucked the bowstring, speaking of sadness, but at this moment, the audience outside the light curtain only felt speechless.]
[What kind of bizarre reasoning was this? Did Gawain really have to die? The Lion King hadn't even said anything. On what grounds were you, Tristan, directly passing judgment!]
[The audience outside the light curtain was speechless, and Gawain's expression was calm. "Of course. That decisive style is very much like you, Tristan. Before the throne, my blessing is also ineffective."
["You may take my head without hesitation. With the sharpness of Failnaught, you should not miss."
[Tristan nodded, his tone equally calm. "Yes. I will sever it cleanly. I cannot commit such an impolite act as spilling blood upon the throne."
[Seeing the two of them so calm and serious, it was Mordred who panicked. "Wait, I said wait! Are you for real!? Are you two serious!? This is~, stop, stop it!"]
["How could Father possibly allow something like Tristan chopping off Gawain's head!?"]
[It was truly unexpected. At the tense moment between Gawain and Tristan, the first to intervene was actually Mordred, King Arthur's enemy in life.]
[It really gave one a strange, indescribable feeling.]
["…No, wait. Put away your bow, Tristan." Just as the situation was getting worse, the adjutant Agravain spoke up.]
["The ones who hindered you were those travelers from a foreign land, right? Tell me specifically about their strength. The failure of Sir Gawain shouldn't be the work of ordinary Servants. Depending on the specifics, perhaps Sir Gawain's punishment can be lightened."
[Agravain ultimately gave Gawain another chance, wanting him to recount his experience in detail.]
[But Gawain did not appreciate it. "No, I have nothing to report. It was just a few third-rate Servants who intervened. It's not a threat to us."
[Although that was what he said… the identities of those Servants were more astonishing than the last. He had been shaken several times in a row.]
[I really want to know… Gawain glanced at Agravain.]
[If Agravain knew of Guinaifen's existence, what kind of expression would he make? The indifference on his face would probably vanish without a trace.]
[After all, back then, it was Agravain who led the team…]
[Just as Gawain was thinking, within the main hall of the Holy City, the Lion King appeared. She spoke in a cold voice, "How noisy. Are you holding a military council to attack the desert? Sir Agravain."
[In an instant, all the Knights of the Round Table tensed up. Then, all of them, including Agravain, immediately knelt on one knee, respectfully saluting and calling out, "My King."
[The Lion King, under the salute of the many Knights of the Round Table, slowly walked forward, came to the throne, and leaned back.]
[It was at this moment that the audience outside the light curtain saw the true Lion King of this moment.]
[The lion helmet was not on her head, revealing Artoria's true face.]
[When that familiar face from the first viewing appeared before the audience, in that instant, everyone was once again stunned.]
[In a way, she was different from the Saber King Arthur of the first viewing. The Lion King here was much more mature, her face having grown into that of a mature woman in her twenties.]
[Her golden hair shone brilliantly. Her hairstyle was still similar to that of the first viewing, only more exquisite and mature. And on her head, she wore a golden crown.]
[Even without the lion helmet, the King Arthur of this moment was still like a cold lioness, standing at the top of the food chain.]
[Only, unlike the first viewing, this one's expression was cold, without a trace of emotion. And in her green eyes, a green light flickered faintly. That quality known as divinity was already overflowing.]
[Gawain reported what had happened at the city gate.]
[He only mentioned the situation with Chaldea and the fact that he had failed to capture Guinaifen. He said nothing else.]
[Because for the King, perhaps the most important thing was Guinaifen, not Chaldea, even if the travelers from a foreign land prophesied to cause trouble for the King were them.]
[After hearing the report, the Lion King hummed in acknowledgment. "So that's how it is. You were unable to bring that Servant back? However, that is not your fault. She is indeed special. And with those people from Chaldea and your personality, Sir Gawain, failure seems to have become inevitable."
[The Lion King spoke coldly. Gawain couldn't help but break out in a few drops of cold sweat. It seemed the King already knew he had held back.]
["However…" the Lion King continued, "Even so, that cannot be an excuse for your failure, Sir Gawain."
["Therefore, punishment is necessary."
["Then, Sir Gawain, kneel there and do not move."
[As she spoke, while Gawain's body was tense, the Lion King raised her right hand and extended her index finger.]
[The next moment, a golden radiance erupted. An incomparably terrifying power, in a concentrated form, transformed into a golden spear and instantly struck Gawain's body.]
[In an instant, with a muffled grunt, Gawain was sent flying like a meteor. Along the way, with a series of booms, he broke through multiple walls of the Holy City's castle, was finally blasted out of the Holy City, and continued to fly.]
[Finally, with a loud crash, Gawain, having flown a great distance, crashed into the city wall above the main gate. His entire body was completely embedded in the wall as he spat out blood and passed out.]
[Seeing this, Agravain fell silent for a moment. Even for Gawain, taking a blow like that would probably…]
["Hah! Serves him right, Gawain! First among the Round Table in being sturdy, I see! Look, what a disgraceful state!"]
[Just as Agravain was sighing, the voice belonging to Mordred rang out.]
[It seemed that seeing Gawain being punished made her very excited.]
["He's not just smashed through the wall; he was beaten all the way to the outer wall of the Holy City!"] Mordred continued.]
["But he actually managed to survive! Ah ah, it seems repairing the wall will be quite troublesome"]
[Hearing this, Agravain was very surprised. "…He's alive… Sir Gawain is still alive…?"]
[One could only say, as expected of Gawain. If he had taken that blow, he would likely have returned directly to the Throne of Heroes. How could he possibly have survived?]
["Listen well, Knights of the Round Table." As Agravain was surprised, the Lion King on the throne spoke. "I have already dealt Sir Gawain a fatal blow. Yet, he still lives after taking this blow from me. Let this be considered his pardon. Does anyone have any objections?"]
[Hearing this, the knights all knelt on one knee. Naturally, they had no objections.]]
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