No words were exchanged, only the clash of blades.
For the sake of the King, even siblings could be struck down.
Nothing and no one in Agravain's heart could ever compare to Camelot and the King.
And so...
"Gareth, even if it is you, if you stand in the King's path, I must kill you! I will kill you once again! Just as Sir Gawain committed his sin!" Agravain's face was contorted with rage.
Among all his siblings, Gareth—this reckless little sister who was like a puppy—was the only one who could truly touch the depths of Agravain's heart.
But even so, he would kill her without hesitation!
He, Agravain, possessed a loyalty to the King that was beyond compare!
If I hadn't died so pathetically early, perhaps the Knights of the Round Table would not have collapsed so utterly, and Camelot would not have perished. All the sins began with me, Agravain, and Lancelot.
Even the Queen, who committed sins after being seduced by Lancelot, was merely a pitiful victim.
With Gawain's current strength, he can definitely slay Lancelot.
And I can kill this boy, who cannot fully draw out Gareth's power, right where he stands.
Even if we are nothing more than illusory shadows like fleeting foam, it does not matter.
So, let it end here.
Rest in peace, Gareth!
A relentless assault, as fierce as a violent storm, forced Daniel back step by step.
Despite neglecting his training compared to the other Knights of the Round Table due to his duties as the King's aide, Agravain displayed an incredible level of combat prowess.
"Agravain, you've got the name wrong." Daniel's blood was pumping... well, his face was flushed and his limbs were numb from the surging pressure, but he remained standing firm. "My name is Daniel, the outsider entrusted by Gareth to grant you all release!"
His heart skipped a beat for a moment.
Agravain's eyes grew bloodshot.
Even in death, even dying once more.
Having died at the hands of the knight she most admired in life, and now facing death at the hands of her brother again—even so, until the very end, Gareth's thoughts were only of her siblings and that King.
Ahhh—how, how truly...!
Gareth, my sister—!
"Perish! Perish! Perish here!" Tears filled his eyes. Agravain—the only one who had refused the Lion King's Gift of Reversal yet remained utterly loyal, following her solely by his own will—felt the pain in his heart for the first time in an eternity.
But that pain only served to drive his steps forward, determined to let the holder of his sister's spirit core perish with as little suffering as possible.
After all, forcing his kind-hearted sister to walk a path contrary to the King and to kill one another was simply too cruel!
Thus, Agravain went berserk.
Driven by loyalty to his King and a final shred of tenderness for his sister.
"Holy crap!" Daniel grew even more flustered under the onslaught.
Hassan-i-Sabbah and Serenity had just finished slaying the Purification Knights, but seeing the battle between Agravain and Daniel, the two Assassins felt their scalps tingle.
They couldn't interfere in this battlefield at all.
It felt like entering would mean certain death.
They couldn't even pull back enough distance to activate their Noble Phantasms!
Just as the two Assassins were considering whether to abandon Daniel and catch up with Fujimaru Ritsuka's group, a purple figure suddenly leaped onto the scene.
With a bleeding wound on his cheek, Lancelot appeared openly within the Holy City and stood before the palace gates.
"...Why... Lancelot..." Agravain's pupils dilated in shock. "With Gawain's current strength, it's impossible for him to lose to you, especially in such a short time."
"Because a reliable companion joined our side," Lancelot replied to Agravain, then glanced back at Daniel. "Lord Daniel, you may proceed. Leave Agravain to me."
"...Aaaaaah—! Lancelot! Not you! You are the one person who must never take another step forward!" Rather than going berserk, Agravain now seemed to have entered a state of pure madness.
Purification Knights in pitch-black armor began to emerge continuously behind him.
Hassan-i-Sabbah and Serenity, who had been about to turn and head into the palace to face the final enemy, the Lion King, paused and shared a silent look before turning back.
They would handle the Purification Knights.
Lancelot only needed to focus on Agravain!
Watching Daniel's figure disappear into the palace entrance, Lancelot turned his gaze back to Agravain.
"Is it because of Lady Guinevere?"
Agravain's roar came to an abrupt halt.
"As I thought, that person still hasn't forgiven me... but that is only right. I do not deserve forgiveness. Only the King's judgment awaits me." Lancelot's expression grew weary.
"Agravain, let us fight to the death."
A gale surged once more at the palace gates.
Daniel rushed through the palace with sparks and lightning, finally catching up to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others on one of the higher levels.
"Mr. Daniel? How did you catch up so quickly?" Bedivere, at the rear of the group, asked in astonishment.
"Our emergency measures worked. Gawain is pinned down, and Lancelot was freed up to come over. He's dealing with Agravain now."
Daniel explained.
"You guys have almost reached the very top of the palace." Looking at the familiar yet slightly different room layout, Daniel couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Yes, we can already see the sunlight shining in from the top of the palace," Fujimaru Ritsuka, protected in the center, responded.
"Then let's go. To face the Lion King!"
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"Mordred, is this enough?" Her tin staff constantly shifting between a club, a rake, and a crescent spade, Sanzang was in a fierce struggle with Mordred. With Arash's long-range support, Sanzang even had the breath to use a monk's specialty—persuasion—to try and talk Mordred down... even if you don't want to achieve Buddhahood, you should at least lay down your blade.
However, Mordred had learned a profound lesson from her half-month of bickering with Daniel.
She was bad with words; aside from insults and swearing, she had nothing to say.
So, she chose to remain silent. No matter how heart-wrenching Sanzang's words were, she let them go in one ear and out the other.
Of course, she didn't have much of a chance to speak anyway.
The moment she showed the slightest opening, Arash, whose marksmanship was terrifyingly precise, would fire several arrows at her from afar.
No matter how arrogant Mordred was, she didn't dare to take Arash's arrows lightly.
She still remembered how those things had left her in a wretched state back at the mountain village.
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