Typemoon: Starting Out as the Lion King's Personal Knight

Credits: Lumn

It was as if Alaric had witnessed dozens of dazzling radiances during that half-year—the beams of judgment fired from the Holy City of Camelot. But this time, it was no longer the unattainable king; it was Alaric himself who reproduced his unique Light of the End.

A pitch-black aurora crossed the sky in an instant, reaching the horizon before the demonic beasts could either advance toward the northern wall or attempt to flee.

The judgment of humanity had already descended.

A pitch-black pillar of light with a radius of 200 meters fell from the sky. The torn atmosphere couldn't resist; even the right to scream in terror was stripped away.

This was truly a light that did not belong to this world.

It was something this planet should have rejected—a Light of the End originating from the Holy Lance.

Before this Light of the End, no life could escape.

Because this was the end.

In just a single moment, the light swallowed the world.

The pitch-black pillar of light collapsed as soon as it touched the earth, transforming into what seemed to be a black sun crashing onto the ground!

Silent destruction unfolded. Not a single demonic beast could escape; they didn't even come into contact with the black aurora before they were instantly vaporized and dispersed like smoke.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!!

The belated rumbling shook the earth. The land, which was supposed to bear the weight of all things, now churned like ocean waves, rising and falling in the surging tide brought forth by judgment.

The debris swept up by the air currents formed towering walls, which, propelled by the ensuing shockwave, rapidly expanded in all directions!

With a roar akin to thunder, the shockwave rushed toward the northern wall.

But the distance was simply too vast.

The gap between the horizon where judgment fell and the northern wall was like a natural chasm.

The wall of debris, after crossing several hundred meters, lost all its energy, turning into a rain of stones that fell upon the northern wilderness, returning to the earth.

And thus, the judgment ended.

Not a single demonic beast that was supposed to attack survived. Only an indelible scar remained on the body of the planet, silently displayed before the people on the city wall.

"...So strong—"

The seemingly brief but profoundly long silence was broken by a subconscious exclamation.

The scout responsible for observing the enemy unintentionally spoke.

He, standing on the city wall alongside Leonidas I and others, had witnessed Alaric unleash the holy judgment with his own eyes.

Although the residual magical energy oppressed him immensely, the sheer impact of the final judgment left him in awe.

The power was far beyond the Dingir created by King Gilgamesh.

It was like divine punishment itself!

Humanity now wields such power. And because of this, it is time for us to bid farewell to the gods.

This was the scout's internal thought, though no one knew—or rather, this was the collective thought shared by all under Gilgamesh's rule.

It wasn't just Gilgamesh's decision alone; his people also bore the conviction to sever ties with the gods.

This was the light of humanity, blooming 2,655 years before the Common Era.

At this moment, Leonidas I was equally astonished by the power of Alaric's holy judgment.

Not only did Alaric possess astonishing skill in close combat, but even his trump card, the Noble Phantasm, exhibited such terrifying might.

If Alaric's name were to be recorded in history, he would surely be remembered as a hero of unparalleled renown, a legendary warrior!

"As expected of one who hones his body to perfection!"

A similar, yet distinct, thought surfaced in Tomoe's mind.

Upon witnessing the holy judgment unleashed by Alaric, even the longbow in her hand dropped instinctively.

The Oni bloodline within her screamed in terror, reaching its limit. It was utterly terrified by the crimson dragon's might that Alaric had displayed, urging Tomoe to flee this place of chaos and distance herself from Alaric!

"..."

However, Tomoe's expression remained unchanged as she suppressed all the emotional turbulence brought by her Oni bloodline. She simply gazed quietly at Alaric.

Having experienced a few battles, Tomoe had come to realize the limitations of the defensive line. Alaric's power was incredibly strong; even among the seven Servants summoned by Gilgamesh, few could stand against him.

If Alaric joined the defense line, it would be an immeasurable reinforcement!

Unlike Leonidas I and Tomoe, Merlin's feelings at this moment were rather complicated.

He wasn't just astonished by the power of the judgment.

The combination of magical energy release and the seemingly simple yet intricate manipulation of mana had already achieved such devastating power, comparable to a B+-rank Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm.

And this wasn't even the result of Alaric pouring all his magical energy into it. In the near future, such powerful judgments might become obsolete for him.

What truly amazed Merlin was Alaric's growth potential.

Alaric was growing at an incredible rate. From the moment he encountered Artoria to now, only half a year had passed, yet he had already reached this level.

He was catching up to first-rate Heroic Spirits.

Even Gawain had been defeated by Alaric.

This was something to celebrate, and Merlin felt genuinely happy for Alaric.

But it was precisely this rapid growth that made Merlin unable to predict Alaric's future. It was like a chaotic, pitch-black future, brimming with infinite possibilities.

The only thing Merlin was certain of was—

Alaric was neither an enemy of humanity nor the world.

And at this moment, the man whom everyone's thoughts revolved around—

"Wow, it's that powerful?"

Even Alaric himself was surprised by the power of his attack. This was the first time he had operated the low-tier version of the holy judgment at full power.

According to his usual standards for magical energy release, the range shouldn't have been this vast.

Alaric had originally planned to rely on the shockwave to wipe out the demonic beasts. To his surprise, the judgment alone had eradicated them, with the residual energy crossing over a thousand meters to reach the northern wall.

I'm too strong!

Whatever unexpected changes had occurred in the process were unclear for now, but Alaric could feel the overwhelming potency of his firepower.

At this moment, Alaric had already reached the realm Lancelot had once mentioned—where sheer magical energy release could rival the unleashed Noble Phantasms of Servants!

Afterward, Alaric checked his remaining magical energy and found that more than half remained—one-third more than he had anticipated.

This puzzled him.

Alaric had been outputting magical energy according to two-thirds of his total capacity, yet having over half left seemed strange.

"Is my mana regeneration faster? Could it be the power of the Holy Lance?"

When Alaric carefully examined the source of the surplus magical energy in his body, he quickly discovered the truth.

The Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, which Alaric had been treating as a magic circuit—was functioning as such.

It was rapidly absorbing ether from the atmosphere to generate magical energy, which then flowed back into Alaric's body!

However, all of this seemed to occur unconsciously. If Alaric intentionally stopped the process, the Holy Lance would cease to draw ether and generate magical energy.