Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 323

The so-called title of "King of Dead Apostles and True Ancestors" was nothing but a deceitful fabrication. The demon had bestowed upon her that title, cunningly exploiting it to manipulate her and subject her soul to unimaginable anguish.

For what seemed like an eternity, the demon had trapped her within a gilded cage, treating her like a mere pet, mercilessly observing her for over three long months before finally granting her freedom.

"I bestow upon you the title of King of Dead Apostles and True Ancestors," the demon had sneered, his voice reverberating in her ears. "But remember, this kingship is merely at my whim. I can grant it to you, and I can snatch it away just as easily. Serve me faithfully, or forever be my plaything. Hehehehe..."

The haunting words of the demon lingered, relentlessly tormenting Altrouge.

Overwhelmed by fear and anguish, she crumbled, collapsing to the ground, consumed by uncontrollable sobs.

The scene left everyone in the Adra Castle hall dumbfounded. Could this truly be the fearsome King of the Dead Apostles?

No one could comprehend Altrouge's emotions, just as humans couldn't understand the emotions of Dead Apostles when they themselves were hunted by these beings.

Her body and soul had been utterly ravaged by that demon five centuries ago.

Even after the demon's demise, she had persisted in carrying out her assigned duties, all the while trembling with fear.

It was during that time that Rizo-Waal Strout had submitted to her and pledged his loyalty.

Even after the demon's passing, she had clung to the belief that it might be a deceptive ploy. So she still cautiously kept worshipping him at Camelot.

She finally felt some relief when she learned from the witch Morgan Le Fay that the demon had truly left the mortal realm. However, the demon's face, those haunting eyes, and the torment and destruction he had inflicted on her remained etched deeply in her soul, like a searing brand.

Over fifteen hundred years had passed, and she had believed it was merely a nightmare in her eternal existence, something she would soon forget. But when she once again came face to face with that demon, the buried fear within her soul resurfaced with an intensity she couldn't deny.

There was no doubt about it. Only that demon could evoke such paralyzing fear in her, torment her to such an extent, and leave such indelible imprints on her very being.

The nightmare had returned, and Altrouge couldn't help but clutch her head, trembling and sobbing, as if she were an ordinary girl frightened by someone.

It was a truly humiliating sight.

Rizo-Waal Strout couldn't fathom how his once elegant and noble princess had ended up in such a wretched state. He desperately tried to remind her, calling out, "Princess..."

"Don't... don't call me that... I'm not a princess anymore... I'm not Altrouge..." she interrupted, her voice choked with tears. "I just want to go home! Please, take me back! I don't want the Holy Grail! I don't want to stay here! I want to go home!"

Rizo-Waal Strout's disbelief swiftly turned into rage. He unsheathed his formidable demonic sword, True Demon Neardark, and aimed it menacingly at Shirou, his anger reaching its boiling point. He demanded, his voice filled with fury, "What have you done to the Princess, you insignificant human?"

All eyes immediately shifted to Shirou.

Ever since he had arrived, Altrouge's responses had been perplexing. Her sudden transformation, coupled with her assertion that he was the Eternal King, and now this mortifying outburst... It seemed as though she had been groomed to behave in such a manner.