Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 241

The moon hung alone in the pitch-black sky, casting a chilly, faint light over the earth. Outside the Kingdom, where the Dead Apostles once roamed, campfires dotted the forest like twinkling stars. The flames danced wildly, illuminating a lively scene.

Amidst these campfires, soldiers sat and relaxed, taking off their armor and chatting over drinks. The warm glow of the fires and the sound of their laughter filled the night air, creating a sense of camaraderie and comfort in the midst of the wilderness.

Although they were soldiers and perhaps shouldn't have let their guard down, the war was over and the island was now ruled by a new dynasty. The kingdoms were long gone, and the soldiers found themselves relaxing around the campfires.

"Come on, brothers, drink up!" one of them said, raising his cup in a toast.

Another chimed in, "Last time a beauty gave me wine, she must have been interested in me!"

As they laughed and joked, one of the soldiers announced, "I need to take a leak."

"I'll come too," said another. "Want to see who can pee farther?"

"Ha! With your skinny build, you're like a woman. I'm sure I can pee farther than you!" teased a third soldier.

"Get lost!"

The soldiers shed their heavy burdens and exchanged jokes and banter, their laughter echoing throughout the land.

Meanwhile, beside the knights' campfire, the king sat cross-legged on the ground. He lazily munched on an apple and smiled as he watched the soldiers' banter. His stern face had softened, and he looked almost like the gentle young boy he used to be.

"My king, you have accomplished a great feat by defeating the White Dragon Vortigern and unifying the British Isles, Ireland, and Gaul!" Morgan spoke with admiration as she presented Shirou with a cup of wine. "This is a wine I have carefully prepared for you. Please enjoy it."

Shirou eyed Morgan with suspicion and instinctively wrapped himself in black mud. However, her gentle smile was like that of a small white rabbit, and it was difficult for him to remain distrustful.

"Please, try it," Morgan insisted, her smile as warm as the sun on a summer's day. She had the innocence and liveliness of a young girl, and it was impossible for anyone to resist her charm.

Unfortunately, Shirou had already seen through Morgan's true nature. He turned his head to Merlin, who was drinking beside him, and cleared his throat while giving him a threatening look.

Merlin shuddered in disbelief as he looked from Shirou to Morgan, who now wore a fierce expression. Without hesitation, he leaned closer to the king and whispered, "She's trying to give you the Soul Dissolving Potion."

Shirou remained expressionless as he stared at Morgan, who was now gritting her teeth in frustration. After a moment of tense silence, she stomped her feet and stormed off in anger.

"Arthur, I challenge you to a one-on-one duel!" Scathach brandished her spear, pointing it challengingly at Shirou.

He picked up the holy lance Rhongomyniad and confidently walked up to Scathach. "Very well, give me the spear."

"It's useless. That move won't work on me anymore!" she grinned.

He smiled back, and in an instant, Scathach's spear melted away. He then pointed the tip of the holy lance at her face.

"Why... why is this happening?" Scathach looked flustered. This wasn't supposed to happen!

"You're wielding a spear made by this king, and now you want to challenge me to a duel? Aren't you just asking for humiliation?" he mocked mercilessly. "Tsk tsk tsk... how embarrassing!"