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"Is this far enough?" Asher looked around. It seemed like a rather desolate place. Kiara had told him he could drop her off here.
"Yes, this is enough," Kiara said with a gentle smile. "Are you really going back? If you regret it now, I won't laugh at you, you know? After all, as long as you can experience happiness, isn't that enough?" She walked forward and nestled into Asher's embrace, placing one hand lightly on his chest. In a sweet voice, she softly said, "Physical pleasure is the most intense and stimulating. The thrill derived from relationships, the happiness born from the mind humans are creatures fascinated and addicted to these things."
"Don't you want to experience supreme pleasure?" Her fingertips slowly, slowly traced upward along Asher's chest, as if enticing a delicacy to jump into her mouth. It seemed that for her, only such food was the most delicious.
"Anyway, even if you go back now, it might not change anything. Why don't you stay here and enjoy the pleasures together? Even if you really could stop the divine army, they would only thank you, and you wouldn't gain anything else. Following your desires would be better, you know?"
Asher looked down at Kiara. She was dressed in an extremely revealing outfit, large areas of her skin exposed to the air. Her massive, soft chest alone made it difficult to avert one's gaze at first glance, not to mention her sweet smile at that moment.
"To be honest... I'm actually a little tempted," Asher nodded gently. Truly, Asher could guarantee that any man seeing this scene would find it hard to refuse Kiara's request. It was a sweet smile that could easily influence others' will. When she pressed her body against him, just smelling the alluring scent emanating from her made his mind hazy, let alone refusing her request.
However, for some reason, after answering Kiara, Asher felt an indescribable chill run down his spine, like a vague sense of crisis. Perhaps... it's just a delusion?
"As expected, you think so too," at this moment, Kiara's finger was already pressed against Asher's lips. She looked up with moist eyes and softly said, "Then come with me. I will take you away from here, and then."
"Unfortunately, not now," before she could finish her sentence, Asher shook his head, then pushed her away by the shoulders. As Kiara's smile slightly stiffened, Asher then asked, "Do you understand love?"
"Of course I do."
"You understand squat," Asher patted Kiara's head. "The love you speak of is merely the simple enjoyment of physical pleasure."
"If you go back now, you'll die, you know?" Kiara said faintly.
"Death isn't scary... at least for me right now. Well, I'm going. Bye-bye," Asher waved his hand, then, under Kiara's stunned gaze, disappeared into the sky on the eight-legged celestial horse. He didn't even give her a
chance to speak again.
Boom! Countless cracks appeared in the ground behind Kiara, caused by the furious bombardment of an invisible hand that rose from the ground. This black-glowing hand was a mutation that occurred after integrating Niohoggr's power. Kiara looked up into the distance, her eyes faintly burning with anger. She had lost her patience.
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It had been two days since the Chaldea personnel arrived in Camelot. They had arrived in Camelot Castle shortly after Asher left, but King Arthur had not received them. Originally, Ritsuka and Mash had thought that this King Arthur was the senior they had just bid farewell to, but upon seeing her true face, they realized that the King Arthur before them was, for some reason, a woman, and a remarkably beautiful one at that.
This King Arthur was clearly not in a good mood; no, she was in a very bad mood. According to information inadvertently revealed by a certain unnamed Knight of the Round Table, it seemed to be because her Queen had run away two days after the wedding. After clarifying the actual situation, both of them were somewhat speechless. If it were them, being confined in a room by King Arthur in such an extreme way for two days, they would also want to run away.
But the strangest thing wasn't this. According to a
certain unnamed Knight of the Round Table, that Queen was a male Servant King Arthur had just summoned not long ago... marrying a male Servant, and marrying him to be Queen, was truly unheard of and incredibly baffling. And the key point was that, according to rumors, he was the first King Arthur, who later felt too tired and didn't want to rule anymore, so he abdicated the throne and became a hands-off manager. And judging by the current King Arthur's intentions, her reason for marrying the former King Arthur was simple: "Since I can't be Queen, I'll make you Queen."
Today, perhaps King Arthur's mood had improved a little, and she finally agreed to meet them. Perhaps she had come to a realization.
At this moment, led by Mordred, Ritsuka and Mash were walking towards the hall. Mash suddenly remembered something and lightly nudged Ritsuka, quietly asking, "Senpai, since that Servant secretly ran away... then logically, King Arthur, who summoned that Servant, should be able to make him return, right? But why hasn't King Arthur done so?"
Ritsuka gently shook her head: "I don't know either... maybe there's a reason. Or perhaps, she has already implicitly agreed to that Servant's departure?"
"If that's the case, why is she in a bad mood?"
"I think it's similar to a student who already knows they must finish their homework, even if they don't want to, so they're in a bad mood... something like that, right?" The Doctor's voice came through the Spiritron Communication Device.
"You mean, King Arthur had already guessed he would want to leave Britain?"
"Just a guess. Only she herself knows what she truly thinks."
"Hmm... that makes sense, I suppose," Ritsuka nodded gently.
"Hey! You two, don't talk like that when you see Mother later. She'll get angry." The two finally realized. Ritsuka immediately said gratefully, "Yes, thank you for the warning, Miss Mordred."
"I wasn't specifically warning you," Mordred mumbled. "I just don't want to be caught in the crossfire." Simply put, she was afraid of getting beaten.
The two were led by Mordred into the hall. Mordred entered first: "Your Majesty, I have brought them." Artoria sat quietly at the Round Table. She indeed seemed to be in a bad mood, her face taut. She didn't respond to Mordred's words. Ritsuka and Mash exchanged glances, then stepped forward.
"King Arthur, may we speak first?"
"No need," Artoria said in a calm voice. "I know your purpose, but I'm not in the mood to help you right now."
"If it's so annoying, why don't you just call Father back... After all, he's a Servant you summoned," Mordred muttered softly. Artoria's eyelids twitched slightly. She
looked up at Mordred.
Almost instantly, Mordred's body trembled slightly, but she quickly snorted, "That's how it is. If you wanted to call Father back, wouldn't you find a way?"
"Calm down, calm down," Gawain, sitting at the Round Table, discussing the meeting, smiled helplessly and raised his hand, gesturing for the two to calm down a little. Artoria turned to Gawain. "I am very calm right now, Sir Gawain."
"Hmm... I suppose so," Gawain gave a wry smile and gave Mordred a "you're on your own" look. Artoria looked at Mordred again, making Mordred doubt her life. Then, Mordred, who had just been glaring at her mother, subtly averted her gaze and then lightly coughed: "But I suppose you also have your own considerations."
Rebellion also had its time and place. Father used to tell her that often: when you should back down, you should back down. Being stubborn will only get you beaten in the end. What's the point? It wasn't that she, the rebellious knight, was chicken-hearted; this was called strategic chicken-heartedness.
"Father..." Ritsuka mumbled, vaguely recalling something. Mordred's father... could it be Senpai?
Just then, Agravain strode into the hall. His usual gloomy expression was gone, and he said urgently, "Your Majesty, the Nordic country has reportedly dispatched a large army towards Britain!"
"Large army?" Artoria looked up. "How many?" They had fought with the deities of the Nordic country countless times, but they had never heard of a so-called large army. It was usually small teams, each carrying a few World Tree branches to restore the gradually fading Age of Gods land. For Agravain to be so tense now, this large army was probably not that simple.
"Estimated at least one hundred thousand," Agravain said softly. The Knights of the Round Table stood up in unison, their expressions horrified. One hundred thousand... what kind of concept was that? The entire Saints Knights of Britain combined was less than one-fifth of this army, even less. In the past, they were able to stop the invasion of the Nordic country partly due to Artoria and the individual strength of the Knights of the Round Table, and partly by relying on her weapon.
Additionally, the geography here, surrounded by the sea, was advantageous, and the enemy had always sent very few teams.
If the divine army attacking Britain now was one hundred thousand strong, it was not difficult to imagine what would happen.
"Your Majesty," Lancelot turned to Artoria.
"Calm down," Artoria said calmly. "I had already sent word to Rome for negotiations long ago... The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Reinforcements will arrive soon."
"How soon is 'soon'?" Mordred asked.
"Half a day, at the earliest," Artoria said. "Before they arrive, we will use the six defense lines we previously established. Delaying them for a while shouldn't be a problem."
The two girls from Chaldea exchanged glances. The anxiety in their hearts finally subsided. It seemed that this King had long anticipated such a situation, which was why she was so calm now.
Just then, a servant suddenly rushed into the hall. Artoria looked up at him and said, "What's the matter, why are you so agitated?"
"Latest intelligence, the first defense line..." The guard leaned against the door, panting heavily. "It collapsed shortly after the divine army made contact!" The hall fell silent. Artoria's eyes slowly widened slightly. It collapsed shortly after making contact with the enemy... meaning the first defense line only served a small purpose? The power of the divine army far exceeded her imagination!
And almost immediately after that, another person rushed into the hall. "Your Majesty, the second defense line has been breached. A giant tree was found on site, its shadow covering most of the area."
"The third defense line held for a while, but it's now difficult to sustain!" Subsequently, news continued to arrive, filling the entire hall with a suffocating atmosphere. Everyone's nerves were taut. It was easy to imagine that this time, the Nordic country had probably launched an all-out attack, no longer the intermittent probing of before. They were all simulated deities created by Niohoggr. Although their mana wasn't particularly strong due to mass production, dealing with
these ordinary soldiers was still very easy.
"Enough, order the soldiers on the remaining three defense lines to retreat," Artoria strode out of the hall.
"Your Majesty, where are you going?" Mordred called out to Artoria.
Artoria stopped. "We can't wait for reinforcements from other countries. Prepare yourselves. Gather the remaining Saints Knights and prepare to face the Nordic country!" Supporting for half a day... judging by the current situation, let alone half a day, they might not even last two or three hours.
The Knights of the Round Table exchanged glances, seeing determination in each other's eyes. Lancelot turned to Mash, "I'm sorry, we can't help you much now."
"Are you really going? How can you do it with just a few people"
"There are also the Saints Knights and the soldiers of
Britain. This isn't a question of whether we can do it, but whether we must," Artoria interrupted Ritsuka. She took a deep breath, about to announce the final defensive strategy, but at that moment, a soldier's voice came hurriedly from a distance.
"Your Majesty, the hundred thousand divine army... has stopped!" Artoria's steps halted. She stared intently at the soldier and asked, "What happened?"
"Someone has blocked their path."
"Are they reinforcements from Rome?" Mash slowly exhaled in relief. "It seems their actions are much faster than we expected."
But Artoria's brow remained furrowed. According to calculations, the Roman army would take at least half a day. How could they arrive so quickly? Did they have some secret way of arriving, or... were they coming in batches, and only a small portion had been sent ahead, thus speeding up their progress? Artoria stared at the servant. "How many people did the other side send?"
"One person."
Everyone was stunned. It wasn't until a moment later that Artoria asked again, "What did you just say?"
"One person..."
"Asher, alone, has stopped the hundred thousand divine army heading towards Britain!"
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