FATE Type-Moon, but an A Style 'Pure Evil' Simulator

His voice fell.

The sunlight brought silence.

The once-bustling atmosphere in the square instantly fell into a silence so deep you could hear a pin drop.

The crowd stared blankly at the silver-haired youth in the center of the field.

This person who had pulled out the Sword of Selection...

He actually wanted... the Sun Knight, Gawain, to swear fealty to him!

What arrogant words...

Was he trying to taste the Sun Knight's holy sword?!

Just because he pulled out the Sword of Selection and was exceptionally handsome... it wasn't as if a tremor of his body and a burst of kingly aura could make all ministers bow down.

Unless you were Gawain's father, would the Sun Knight break his own holy sword and offer his loyalty to an unknown person?

Of course not, absolutely not!

An unacknowledged king was just a joke.

"What kind of joke are you..."

As expected, the golden-haired youth's voice trembled, brewing with unconcealed anger.

Gawain was furious!

If before he was only resentful because Lady Artoria was crying, now a fierce flame of rage was burning in his chest.

Yes.

Anyone could hear it, anyone could see it!

This guy was purely provoking him!

Swear fealty?

This was an out-and-out humiliation!

"Fealty..."

The Sun Knight raised his Revolving Sword of Victory, pointed it at Su Shu, and let out a disdainful and indignant roar.

Under the sun, the dazzling brilliance of the holy sword made his figure seem like a descending god.

"A guy like you is worthy of my fealty?!

"Do you think pulling out a sword can win the recognition of the knights?!

"So what if you pulled out that Sword of Selection?!

"The title of King is not something a perverse upstart like you can bear!

"You are not qualified! You are not even worthy of pulling it out!"

That's right.

Gawain spoke the minds of everyone.

Although they wouldn't admit it on the surface, this was the true thought of most people.

Frankly.

A sword, what right does it have to decide the qualification of a king?

Especially when they saw that it wasn't them who pulled it out.

Unless that person could truly win over the masses, otherwise, the doubts would only become stronger.

People were hoping that Artoria could pull out the sword.

It wasn't the sword that chose the king.

It was the king who chose the sword.

The roar faded.

Discussions arose.

The scene looked as if Su Shu, who had pulled out the sword, had been devalued to worthlessness.

However, this was exactly the answer he wanted to hear.

There was nothing more ironic than the Knights of the Round Table saying such words.

"Ahh... so that's how it is, Sir Gawain."

Hearing this, a look of great enlightenment appeared on the silver-haired youth's face.

"I see, thank you for pointing it out to me..."

Su Shu seemed incredibly lost as he murmured to himself.

"—I am not worthy..."

He looked dazed as he raised the Sword of Selection in his hand.

Against the midday sun, the knights could clearly distinguish the Celtic script engraved on the blade:

"Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone is rightwise king born of all Britain."

At this moment...

—it had become an ironic joke.

The silver-haired youth's body began to tremble slightly.

"Heh… hehe… hehehehe..."

From his throat, a low, mocking, and ridicule-filled laugh slowly emerged.

"What are you laughing at?"

Gawain frowned slightly.

Everyone looked at the knight in black.

The other seemed unable to control himself, laughing until he was bent over. This laughter then transformed into a kind of loud, crazed laughter.

"Ha! Hahaha! Hahahahaha—!

"You're right, I'm not worthy...

"I see, so this is the truth! Sir Gawain!

"An act! A farce! If it doesn't suit your fancy, you deny its legitimacy!

"That's right! Absolutely right! I am not qualified! I, this presumptuous and nameless madman, am not worthy of pulling out this Sword of Selection!"

Facing everyone's gaze, Su Shu said loudly.

"Then who decides the qualifications—"

He raised the magnificent, flawless Sword of Selection high.

He issued a question like a raging tide.

"If one is covered in filth, is one not allowed to yearn for purity?

"If one is born in the night, can one not pursue the dazzling firelight?

"So what if I have this Sword of Selection!

"If I lack its recognition, am I not worthy of wanting to be the King of Knights?!"

Su Shu suddenly dropped the tip of his sword, pointing it far at the golden-haired girl who was staring at him in a daze.

Artoria finally realized what he was here for—

"...Her, Artoria, you were all expecting it, weren't you?"

The knight in black sneered.

He laughed wildly, mockingly.

Without any scruples, he mocked everyone present.

"Expecting her to be able to pull out this sword and become the heaven-sent savior, right?!

"Artoria comes, and Britain will be at peace!

"Artoria comes, and the blue sky will be here!"

"Then..."

His voice suddenly became low.

"—Has any of you asked her?

"Has any of you cared about what she really thinks?"

He questioned with a blank expression.

Questioned, this question that no one dared to answer.

Su Shu looked around at the crowd.

Every knight he looked at subconsciously looked away.

"No... you don't care... you only care about yourselves...

"You bunch of trash, cowards, garbage...

"—piling all the hopes of everyone onto one person's shoulders, are you even worthy of calling yourselves knights?!"

His voice was like a great bell, resounding throughout the square, lingering for a long time.

The heart-piercing content was like a heavy hammer, striking the heart of every knight present.

They were being cursed.

But no one could refute it.

Gawain's face turned slightly pale.

The hand that was originally firmly gripping the hilt of his sword also began to tremble slightly.

That's right.

Because it was simply impossible to refute...

The words he said were indisputable, a cruel fact that everyone had been subconsciously covering up.

Originally, a ceremony like this, selecting a king by pulling a sword, had already violated the knightly justice of sacrifice.

The method didn't really matter.

People just needed a... "savior."

They didn't dare to face the demonic dragon head-on.

Who could defeat that Vortigern fellow?

Even the Sun Knight Gawain, who was said to be invincible under the sun and was born with a holy sword, had almost lost his confidence after witnessing the tyrannical posture of the Vile King transforming into a demonic dragon and devouring the light on the battlefield.

That was definitely... not a monster he could defeat.

But...

—If it was a king, then perhaps there was a chance?

Everyone thought so.

Through the ceremony of selecting a king, that one king would be built up into a divine statue.

Then, they wouldn't have to work so hard!

Perhaps they wouldn't have to bear such great pressure and responsibility!

Because the king was there to bear it all...

This dream called the "Ideal King," built from everyone's selfishness and contention, was mercilessly torn apart by the person before them, by this knight in black.

Revealing the bloody truth inside.

The knights were silent.

That bitterness.

That shame of having old scars reopened.

It left them speechless.

No wind, no music.

In this deathly silence, towards the dazed, tearful golden-haired girl on the steed, Su Shu slowly, he slowly raised his palm.

I will tear down your divine statue.

I will break your precious sword.

I will make you see clearly the lies this island has built up to make you die.

Finally, I extend my hand to you.

Take my hand, Artoria.

I will take you and break free from this fate.

All we have to lose are our chains; we have a world to win.

"Artoria,"

He said softly, his voice like a light wind.

"Come back with me..."

"—Silence! Alvin!"

Crimson petals fluttered and scattered.

The figure of the incubus quietly appeared in the shower of flowers.

A soundproof barrier was suddenly deployed, isolating everyone except the Round Table and Su Shu. The noisy crowd could only witness the silence within.

Merlin's face had never been so solemn.

Even when he was shrouded in Su Shu's Instant Prison Shadow Kill, a frivolous, pleased smile was still on his face.

However, at this moment, Merlin's expression finally became grave, because he truly felt a great crisis.

Having an unobservable variable was fun.

But now, it was getting to be too much fun.

He could, of course, see Artoria's dazed state at this moment.

If, under the watchful eyes of so many, the child of the Red Dragon were to defect to the side of the White Dragon, it would be a devastating blow to the morale of all of Britain!

And that was just a small matter...

—The more important thing was, if a key node like Arthur becoming king were to be disturbed, then in the next century, the pruning event would almost certainly be triggered!

That would lead to the destruction of the entire world!

Alvin, you bastard, you're a menace to society...

"Lily, don't believe this liar!" the incubus said coldly. "Have you forgotten how he abandoned you back then?"

"Merlin, of all the trash in the world, you are the one I find most sickeningly disgusting."

He was just one step away from pulling her down from that throne.

Although this interruption was also expected, those words made Su Shu almost laugh with anger.

"You tried to trap me in your illusion for a whole year, but I saw through it and broke it in a month.

"I watched with my own eyes... as you took Kay and Lily away on your journey, and you still dare to call me a liar?

"Your skin is as thick as a city wall, Merlin! I really want to peel off your face and see how many faces are underneath—"

...What?

What was Senior saying...

The dull nerves finally realized the content in an instant.

Her brain seemed to be filled with a sense of dizziness.

Her breathing became difficult, her vision blurred.

Artoria felt her heart beating heavily and anxiously. She began to pant with difficulty, as if she could hear the drumming in her own chest.

Merlin... he trapped Senior with an illusion—

So that's why Senior was nowhere to be seen...

She looked up in disbelief, her gaze shifting to the magnificent back of the magus, and she uttered his name, almost trembling.

"Merlin..."

"Don't believe his nonsense, Lily."

The magus said, his cold expression unwavering.

"Ridiculous, Alvin. Do you think anything you say has any credibility?"