"When the pale light shines, the covenant of Saint Ba is torn apart."
"The king's majesty has been cast into a dark cloud...The tower of divine support has collapsed..."
Gawain stood on the high platform and looked at the silent refugees. He sighed deeply and murmured something like a prophecy.
"Everyone..." He came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and bowed to the refugees in a dignified manner, "Thank you for being able to spontaneously come to the Holy Land of our King from this land.
Both, I express my sincere gratitude.”
"Before conducting the Holy Election, I have a fact that I want to tell everyone here."
"The era of mankind is destroyed."
As Gawain spoke, the refugees fell silent.
"Even the small world we live in will be destroyed."
"It is not God's judgment, but the legacy of sin and the burning of evil. This land is no longer habitable for humans. I believe everyone is aware of this fact."
The refugees looked at me and I looked at you, then they all lowered their heads and remained silent.
Yes, what Gawain said is true, they have actually experienced it.
If it's just high temperature, then it's okay. There are many places with high temperatures on the earth, and it's not impossible for humans to survive in high temperature environments.
However, crops are dying, water sources are drying up, and the strong magic in the air is enough to make ordinary people miserable, and many have even become demonized on the surface, losing their minds and starting to attack others.
These are things that can be experienced. If they had not really experienced all this, they would not flock to the Holy City in large numbers.
Camelot is one of the few places where one can survive on this land.
"Our Holy City is a perfect kingdom that has lasted for thousands of years. Behind the gate behind me, what awaits you will be an absolutely ideal life. This statement will never be false. The scene in front of you will be
It will prove everything.”
Gawain's eyes were slightly lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and his words seemed to be just unconscious actions.
What emotion is in his eyes...?
Annuo listened to Gawain's words quietly without any movement, not even showing any magic power.
He is thinking about something.
Gawain appears here, so where are the other round tables that belong to the Lion King?
Due to the strange magic power in the Holy City, Annuo's perception cannot be unfolded, or in other words, even if it can be unfolded, Annuo will not try it here.
There are too many refugees here, we can't let anything happen to them.
Gawain's voice stopped temporarily, as if to give these refugees time to accept the facts and sort out their emotions.
Anno listened carefully to the words of the refugees. The main tone was the desire for life and the praise of the Knights of the Round Table.
"Ah... how sacred this is. Even if it is a sword from a foreign land, the light on it cannot be faked..."
Beside An Nuo, a refugee with a sallow complexion seemed to be touching.
An Nuo looked sideways, and he could see from the refugee's crystal eyes that he really meant what he said.
"Everyone who came here must have experienced many difficult journeys." Gawain had a gentle smile on his face, "Our king will lovingly accept all people, no matter what nationality or belief they are.
The king’s tender treatment.”
"but--"
The smile on Gawain's face disappeared, and the smiles on the faces of the refugees below also stopped.
Turning points often represent conditions.
"Before entering the Holy City, you must obtain...pardon from my king."
Gawain bowed, turned sideways and stepped back, as if making room for someone.
The person who walked out from the shadow behind Gawain was a man wrapped in armor.
that is--
"...King." An Nuo couldn't help but call out, trying his best to suppress it so that only he could hear it.
Even without letting go of his own perception, he could still sense that that one was the king.
It's not a possibility like the King of Darkness or the King of Storms, but the real king that this body once served, King Arthur, Arthur Arturia Pendragon.
But, this gesture...?
Although King Arthur has all the qualities required of a British king, there is no doubt that she has a shortcoming that cannot be ignored.
That is, her height.
It would be okay to say that it is a possibility like the King of Storms. After all, it is a state of possibility. No one can accurately predict the possibility, but the one in front of me is Artori who is truly living in the world.
Ya, it's not a possibility.
The Holy Sword gave Artoria the blessing of immortality, and the blessing of immortality seemed to begin when she drew the Sword of the King's Choice.
Her appearance and body are forever fixed at the age when she drew the Sword of King's Choice. It stands to reason that they will never change.
But this one in front of me...?
Tall, erect, with a power that can crush everything, and a casual elegance in his movements.
In the end what happened?
"Just as Gao Wenqing said." She walked forward, the mane on her helmet fluttering gently with the wind from high above, like a real lion. Perhaps because of the armor, her voice seemed a little dull.
.
"The number of people who can reach the end under my guidance is ultimately limited."
She stood there, condescending, as if she were a god, and her words were devoid of any emotion.
"Human beings are inherently dirty and corrupt creatures."
"That's why I established the Holy Chosen."
"To select those who will not be contaminated by filth and will not be shaken by evil...pure souls."
She opened her arms, as if she was hugging something coldly.
"Those...eternal and innocent humans who will not be influenced."
She raised one of her hands.
Buzz——
A light that was more dazzling than the sun suddenly descended on the city gate. However, within its scope, even the people watching from the high slopes in the distance could not help but cover their eyes with their arms.
The same goes for Annuo. This kind of bright light is really too dazzling.
Among the crowd, light suddenly appeared on the bodies of several people.
As if they were responding to the call of the Lion King, the light on their bodies was pulled in the direction of the Lion King.
Annuo is one of them.
Among the people of Chaldea, a light also appeared on Mashu's body.
Annuo looked at his hands blankly, then raised his head and looked at the Lion King standing in the light.
"Gao Wenqing, allow these six people to enter the Holy Capital. You only need to recover them."
"Others...will be punished as unclean souls."
"...As you command." Gawain closed his eyes and knelt down in response.