Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 240

The holy lance Rhongomyniad recognized Shirou as the rightful lord of the Island, signaling an end to the long battle with the past.

But Shirou couldn't accept this honor alone - it would be a betrayal of all the warriors who had sacrificed their lives for this cause.

It was not just him. It was them.

Together, they had thwarted the final counterattack of the past era.

However, the matter was far from over. Although the leaders had perished, beasts still roamed the land. That said, with the White Dragon's death, the magical beasts could no longer wreak havoc as they once had.

Following successful alliance of the kings, the once-rampant groups of beasts vanished within a mere three months.

Deprived of the qualifications to enter the Reverse Side of the World, and rejected by the surface world, the creatures had no place to call their own.

Destruction was the only fate that awaited them.

This was a war of races - a brutal battle for survival.

To abstain from battle was to concede defeat and embrace certain death.

Shirou had no room for mercy, nor did he possess the right to offer it. Instead, he was filled with a profound sense of gratitude—for the ancestors and forebears who had carved a path out of nothing.

Now, the fallen heroes who had given their lives for this land would become the revered ancestors of future generations.

Perhaps future generations would not remember their names, or perhaps they would worship useless gods instead. Yet, it was undeniable that the foundation of humanity's future had been forged through the toil, sweat, and blood of those who came before.

But the war was far from over.

Although the shadows of the past had been vanquished, the struggle with the future had only just begun.

To carve out a place in the future, one must make a move towards the European continent - to become part of the select few who can claim that future for themselves.

This would be the ultimate battle - the final struggle for survival.

Having quelled the final counterattack of the past era, the newly ascendant human race faced a formidable foe - even before they had grown strong enough to reach for the stars.

This external threat hailed from beyond their planet, known as the King of the Moon.

Now, the fate of humanity rested on the shoulders of Shirou - the king who had brought an end to the Age of the Gods.

Indeed.

With the Holy Sword and Holy Lance now in his possession, the king had set his sights on the head of the Crimson Moon.

But first, he knew he needed to consolidate his own kingdom.

Camelot had spent half a year in recovery, dispatching laborers to clear the ruins and lay the groundwork for a long and arduous reconstruction.

As the king had anticipated, land production began to decline following Vortigern's death.

To be more precise, it was the productivity of land cultivated by the Britons that had decreased.

With the departure of the last god, the power of the Island had begun to cleanse itself of the vestiges of the Age of Gods.

In response, the king made the decision to let the Saxons take over the task of cultivating the fields.