"No, no! You're still too weak! Daniel!"
Mordred was laughing wildly.
Before her was Daniel, who had been trained to the point of exhaustion and was slumped on the ground.
Considering this was a world that relied on martial force, Daniel had asked Mordred to help train him early on.
Although he had inherited Gareth's power, the combat strength he could exert wasn't even a tenth of Gareth's normal state.
Plus, since he hadn't inherited Gareth's combat experience, if a real fight broke out, he could only manage to trade blows with a Purification Knight.
Any one of the Knights of the Round Table could utterly crush him.
"Don't you guys ever get tired of this?" The peace-loving Sanzang sat to the side, eating fruit. "Why must you do this practical training? Wouldn't it be better if everyone just chatted amiably?"
Her words sounded better than anyone's, but if a real fight started, one slap from her could kill someone.
"We Knights of the Round Table made our name through fighting and killing, not like you monks who rely on your silver tongues," Mordred scoffed, glaring at Sanzang with an unfriendly attitude.
If it weren't for the sake of eating food other than mashed potatoes, she wouldn't be willing to come to Sanzang's place and listen to her nag all day.
After nearly bringing Sanzang to tears with a few words, Mordred turned and headed back toward the palace.
Daniel, meanwhile, forced his exhausted body up to comfort Sanzang.
When better to build favor than while her emotions were in turmoil?
"How is it?" As soon as Mordred entered the palace gates, she heard a cold greeting from beside her.
"Tsk, don't you have eyes to see for yourself?" Mordred shot Agravain an annoyed look and continued walking.
Agravain watched Mordred's back without a word.
Go see for himself?
He didn't have the face for it, much less the time.
Countless matters, large and small, were waiting for him to handle; where would he find the time to probe Daniel's depths?
He only happened to run into Mordred while out on official business this time; otherwise, he wouldn't have even had the chance to ask a question.
"Mordred, I do not recall summoning you," the Lion King said expressionlessly, looking at Mordred standing before her.
"My King, I request permission to go out on patrol," Mordred explained, kneeling on one knee with her head bowed before the Lion King.
"Sir Mordred, your current task is to monitor Master Xuanzang and Daniel," Gawain reminded her from the side.
"I'm about to reach my limit," Mordred's lips curled into a somewhat ferocious smile. "Daniel asked me to train him today, and I almost couldn't hold back from splitting his head open."
Mordred's Blessing was the Gift [Rampage].
She was already an emotionally unstable child, not to mention having this Blessing layered on top.
She had barely managed to hold it together these past few days without an opportunity to fight, but today's practical sparring with Daniel had completely triggered her Blessing.
"Then go. Lancelot will guide your path," the Lion King replied, showing no reaction to Mordred's slightly desolate tone.
"Yes! Father!" A brilliant smile immediately broke out on Mordred's face.
She looked like a ten-year-old child when she smiled.
"Gawain," the Lion King turned to Gawain after Mordred left. "The task of monitoring Xuanzang and Daniel will be temporarily handed over to you."
"Yes." Gawain's pupils trembled slightly.
In the entire Great Hall, only Tristan stood to the side like an outsider.
The days passed by like this.
Mordred would occasionally disappear for a day or two, and during those times, Gawain was basically the one supervising.
Sanzang would mumble prayers about this, while Daniel was rather thoughtful.
Unlike the manic Mordred who liked to aim for the head, Gawain always pointed out Daniel's shortcomings during their spars, so his technical growth during those two days far exceeded Mordred's guidance.
Of course, from sparring with Mordred, he also learned how to save his life when his stance was broken.
Then, the Holy Selection began.
"Seriously, Sanzang, I don't recommend you watch this scene," Daniel suggested with a grimace as he walked beside Sanzang.
"What's there that I can't see? Is this so-called 'Holy Selection' very bloody?" Sanzang asked, turning to Daniel in confusion.
"Not just bloody, but cruel," Daniel replied helplessly, spreading his hands. "To be honest, I'm worried you'll pull out your staff and start fighting them on the spot."
"Then I should see it even more," Sanzang muttered with a dark expression.
Daniel was helpless and could only shut his mouth.
This world was definitely not the timeline of the mobile game FGO.
Regarding this point, Daniel had already received confirmation from Mordred and Gawain.
Because on the Old Man of the Mountain's side, there were only two Old Men of the Mountain, and each was more slippery than the last; to this day, the Purification Knights hadn't been able to catch their tails.
As for Ozymandias's side, before Daniel and Sanzang came to the Holy City, the two sides had fought several times; the other side suffered heavy casualties and had never come to this area of the Holy City again.
According to news from Lancelot, who was wandering outside, the Sun King seemed to have gathered some refugees and was growing crops deep in the desert, waiting for the final moment to arrive.
Under the cover of night, the Holy Selection began.
The locals who had originally set up camp outside the Holy City's walls entered the Holy City's gates one by one under the guidance of the Purification Knights.
But what awaited them was not a welcome from the Holy City, but the tightly closed second gate of the inner city.
After the last person entered and stood still, the gate behind them was immediately closed.
But the second gate still showed no sign of opening.
The locals were surrounded on all sides by the walls and gates in a square formation.
"Is the Holy Selection next?" Sanzang asked, tightly clutching her khakkhara, one hand nervously tugging at Daniel's sleeve.
"Yes," Daniel nodded and replied.
When the Lion King appeared at the top of the inner city wall wearing a mask, Daniel could finally confirm the true worldview of this world.
It was the movie production by that industry cancer, Kodachi!
No Great Detective! No Tawarano Houtou! No Hundred Faces!
Bedivere's combat power was a mystery!
Fujimaru Ritsuka's brain was full of bubbles!
Most importantly, Grandpa Mountain was slacking off!
If Sanzang had come alone, with her personality, she would have already left the moment she noticed something was wrong with the Holy City.
That was why, in the future, she would appear in the Sun King's temple.
However, this time she hadn't come alone; Daniel had used the excuse of training to stay temporarily, so she had remained until now.
If—if she saw the Purification Knights under the Lion King's command carry out an inhumane slaughter of civilians...
Thinking of this, Daniel took a deep breath and began to concentrate.
Because next, he would likely have to fight for his life.
He had already identified the most distinct individuals among the crowd below.
A pink-haired girl in black armor, and a beautiful, charming woman with a large mechanical hand attached to her left arm.
And the black-haired youth standing between the two of them.
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