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She didn't even look at the blonde girl she had casually saved, who was already completely terrified by the overwhelming, absolute power before her.
She simply gazed silently into the distance with her cold, indifferent, "royal" eyes, at the silhouette of a massive castle, faintly visible through the rain, exuding an ominous aura.
"..."
The surviving blonde girl was completely stunned.
She stared in disbelief at the powerful, cold-blooded "Knight King" before her, clad in ominous black armor.
She had a face exactly like her own, a perfect face.
And that, the majesty of a "king" emanating from her, which felt both incredibly familiar and incredibly strange to her.
"--Who are you?"
Gu Chuan slowly walked up to her, breaking the eerie silence.
“I…I’m called, Artoria…” the blonde girl stammered, “Artoria Caster…”
As she looked at the powerful "outsiders" before her, who were clearly not ordinary people, a glimmer of hope rekindled in her eyes, which were as clear as the bluest lake water.
"You...you are the legendary saviors from the pan-human history?!"
She asked in a tone full of expectation and pleading.
"—I am the prophesied chosen one, destined to go and save Britain, the prophesied son!"
"Please, help me!"
"Help me, together, go and defeat that tyrannical rain witch named Morgan who rules Britain!"
197. Queen Morgan's "Invitation"
"The Rain Witch... Morgan?"
Gu Chuan repeated the name with great interest. He looked at the blonde girl in front of him, who called herself the "Child of Prophecy" and was full of innocence and stubbornness. A hint of amusing smile, which was hard to see through, flashed in his golden eyes.
The women around him, however, reacted in completely different ways.
"—The Child of Prophecy?" Rin Tohsaka was the first to voice her rational question, a question uttered with the air of a "professional."
Are you kidding me?
This place is a “Loserbelt” filled with distortions and contradictions! It’s a dead end where even the world itself has given up on healing! In such a place, the so-called “prophecy” is most likely either a malicious trap set by some mastermind behind the scenes, or a pathetic fairy tale fabricated by a group of desperate losers for self-comfort.
Her jewel-like red eyes silently observed the girl before her, named "Artoria Caster." She could clearly sense within this girl a vast, untapped magical power, like a dormant volcano. However, her magical skills were as crude as those of a complete novice who had just begun to explore magic.
Is she a naive "country girl, Kijiyama, is Kuzaki #Sugi" who possesses power but completely doesn't know how to use it?
Tu Shan Honghong remained expressionless. She had no interest in the politics and conflicts of this world. However, her keen senses, befitting a "Demon King," allowed her to clearly perceive the purest, most genuine emotions emanating from this young girl, emotions filled with both hope and fear.
This faint yet incredibly tenacious glimmer of hope stands in stark contrast to the immense, suffocating sorrow that blankets the entire land.
Of all the people, the one who reacted with the most disdain was the cold-blooded "Black Knight King".
"--prophecy?"
Alt, the Pendragon, let out a cold snort filled with mockery and contempt.
"That kind of thing is nothing more than a vague excuse that the weak use to justify their incompetence."
She glanced with her cold, indifferent, golden vertical pupils—those that belonged to a "king"—at the innocent "village" girl who shared the exact same face as her.
"Auntie," her eyes looked as if she were looking at the most pathetic, most presumptuous clown.
A true "king" will only use the sword in his hand to forge his own path.
Instead of relying on some vague and ethereal "divine oracle".
Just as Artoria Caster was terrified by Black Sab's oppressive and icy aura, turning pale and speechless—
A mature and melodious female voice, full of absolute, unquestionable, and queenly majesty, suddenly rang in everyone's ears at the same time, like the most precise magic trick!
"—That's right, it comes from the Knight King of Pan-Human History."
"Unfortunately, it seems you have chosen the wrong master to follow."
next second.
The cold, damp air in front of everyone began to distort violently!
Countless magical points of light, flashing with purple electricity and filled with an ominous aura, quickly converged and recombine, eventually coalescing into a lifelike, semi-transparent "holographic projection" composed of pure magic!
That was a stunningly beautiful woman with long, flowing white hair that reached her waist, as smooth as the purest snow, and a pair of beautiful, mysterious, and wise eyes, like the deepest amethyst. She was mature and exuded a queen-like aura.
She was dressed in a magnificent, black queen-like gown, full of Gothic style.
On her head, she wore a black crown of thorns, symbolizing "supreme royal power".
She simply stood there quietly.
A massive, suffocating pressure, enough to make the entire world submit, enveloped everyone present like a net from the heavens!
She is the sole, supreme "Queen" who rules this Lostbelt, a place filled with despair and sorrow.
Morgan le Fay.
"—Morgan!"
The moment Artoria Caster saw her, she was like a frightened little rabbit, instinctively wanting to hide behind Gu Chuan!
However, Morgan didn't even glance at her.
In her eyes, this so-called "child of prophecy" was nothing more than a slightly annoying "little flying insect" that she could crush at any time.
Her purple eyes, filled with majesty and wisdom, slowly swept over Rin Tohsaka, Honghong Tushan, and the Black Sab who, like herself, exuded an aura of "kinghood."
Finally, her gaze fell on the black-haired man who had been looking at her calmly the whole time.
She could feel it clearly.
The seemingly ordinary man before them was actually the true and only "king" among this group of powerful "outsiders".
"—From a foreign land, the King of Magic."
Morgan spoke slowly. Her voice was calm, yet filled with an undeniable authority.
“I acknowledge your power. To be able to so easily slay my calamity, you certainly have the right to set foot on this land.”
“But…” she changed the subject, her amethyst-like eyes narrowing slightly, a dangerous, warning glint flashing within them.
“This land, Britain, is my territory.”
“I do not want any unstable factors beyond my control to appear in my courtyard.”
She did not, as Artoria Caster had suggested, directly send troops to attack.
Instead, she extended an "invitation" to Gu Chuan with a more arrogant and "kingly" composure.
"—Come to my castle, Camelot."
“The king should speak with the king.”
"Let me see the true purpose of you, this group of guests from the pan-human history, who have come to my wrong courtyard, which has long been abandoned by the world."
"Then, we'll decide..."
She paused, and for the first time, a meaningful, unfathomable smile appeared on her usually dignified and unsmiling face.
"—You are my guests."
"Or perhaps, I am the next one to need to personally cut out a new calamity."
The words fell.
The holographic projection, composed of pure magic, slowly dissipated into the cold rain, like sand art scattered by the wind.
Only a small, compass-like magical mark made of purple magic remained, silently floating in mid-air, pointing them in the direction to Camelot.
"—Don't go! That's definitely a trap!"
Artoria Caster immediately issued a loud warning filled with anxiety and unease!
"Morgan, she is a brutal and ruthless tyrant! She would never be so kind as to invite us as guests!"
However, Gu Chuan merely glanced at her indifferently.
Then, he reached out and took the ominous, purple "magic compass" into his hand.
He gazed into the distance at the massive, imposing silhouette of the castle, barely visible through the rain. A smile of excitement, the kind that only appears on a hunter's face when spotting their prey, appeared on his face.
"—Just what I wanted."
"Compared to playing those childish games of saving the world with you insignificant rebels..."
"I prefer to have a direct and proper conversation with the king of this world."
198 Round Table Army and Fairy Knight
"You're all insane! You're all crazy!"
On the muddy road leading to that ominous, enormous black castle, Artoria Castor's anxious and unease-filled, almost piercing warning had rang out for who knows how many times.
"That's Morgan's Camelot! It's the most dangerous witch's lair in all of Britain! You just swagger in like that, what's the difference between that and walking right into a trap?!"
She was like a small, helpless, anxious groundhog following beside a lion, trying to persuade it not to provoke another dominant creature.
However, the "lion" walking at the very front didn't even bother to turn around and glance at her.
Gu Chuan simply played with the "magic compass" in his hand, which was made of purple magic and was emitting a faint glow. On his face was a playful smile, as if he were walking in his own backyard.
Rin Tohsaka and Honghong Tushan followed beside him, both with calm expressions.
The ruthless "Black Knight King" remained absolutely silent from beginning to end, like a most loyal, emotionless, black shadow.
This strange, incongruous group, treading on the muddy, desolate earth, slowly advanced towards the black castle that, shrouded in the rain, represented "supreme royal power."
They passed through a village that had long been abandoned and deserted.
And so, they crossed that desolate plain, piled high with the enormous skeletons of unknown creatures, like a "graveyard."
The entire world seemed to be completely shrouded in a layer of gray gauze called "Death Liu Yi 7 Million Shrimp Passing - (IV) => 裠".
123 Just then—
Gu Chuan, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped.
Almost simultaneously, Tu Shan Honghong and Hei Sab also placed their hands on their "weapons".
They all felt a massive, oppressive, and powerful aura rapidly approaching from the thick, gray rain curtain ahead!
"—Halt, outsider."
A deep, chivalrous female voice, filled with a sense of chivalry and integrity, yet also carrying a hint of wildness and intensity, emerged from the rain.
next second.
A towering, imposing figure, taller than any of the men present by a head, slowly emerged from the rain, blocking their path.
She was dressed in a heavy, silver-white, magnificent full-body knight's armor.
In her hand, she gripped a massive, wide, and grotesque black greatsword, wider and larger than a door panel, imbued with a destructive aesthetic.
She had long, fiery red hair that was as dazzling as a burning flame, like a lion's mane.
And a pair of golden eyes, filled with loyalty, integrity, and the purest, most steadfast, wolf-like qualities of a "knight."
She was one of the most powerful and loyal Knights of the Round Table, serving Queen Morgan.
Its name is——
Fairy Knight Rghest.
"—By order of my lord, Queen Morgan."
Bavanshi slammed the massive, imposing black greatsword heavily into the muddy ground, producing a dull, resounding thud.
With her wolf-like golden eyes, filled with scrutiny and vigilance, she slowly swept over everyone present.
"Any unwelcome guest who dares to trespass into the Queen's courtyard will be utterly expelled from this place by me!"
Her oppressive gaze instantly turned icy and disgusted when she saw the naive "country girl" trembling behind Gu Chuan!
"Especially you, you despicable, hypocritical imposter who dares to impersonate the savior!"