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

"Ramesseum Tentyris!"

"Holy Lance, compress!"

Boom!!

A massive torrent of magical energy roared through the sky, tearing apart the clouds and scorching the earth.

'!!'

Amidst the clash of immense magical power, Kenshi felt utterly powerless, yet he was unafraid. His gem-like mystic eyes remained fixed on the torrent of energy. He saw death.

"I can see it!"

Even in the face of this pure magical force, Kenshi could see the lines of death. This meant that, if he could endure the initial wave of heat, he could strike and kill the torrent in a single blow!

'This is the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception—the power to kill anything!'

The torrent dissipated. The divine temple in the sky retreated, leaving only laughter in its wake. In this brief clash between the Sun King and the Lion King, the Lion King held the upper hand, bringing the battle to a close.

"The Sun King… not bad," the Lion King muttered, her expression unchanged. She didn't stop the temple's departure, instead riding her white horse down the barren mountain towards the Holy City, now lying in ruins.

Kenshi followed closely behind, carefully guiding his black horse along a safe path before leaping down.

...

Several minutes later.

The Lion King and Kenshi arrived at the ruins of the Holy City. Half an hour ago, this had been a magnificent metropolis; now, it was only rubble.

"My king, we don't have the manpower to rebuild Camelot," Kenshi observed, confirming no one had survived.

"If only you had chosen a more precise strategy, like a decapitation strike, you might have left some Crusaders alive to help rebuild."

Now, aside from a few Crusaders elsewhere, burning in flames, not a single soul remained.

At that moment, Kenshi saw the Lion King dismounting. He hurried to follow and asked, "My King, what are you doing?"

"I am summoning my knights, the Twelve of the Round Table."

The Lion King raised her hand, and a surge of magical energy rapidly reconstructed the Heroic Spirit Summoning Formation in the ruins of Jerusalem. Kenshi fell silent, watching as the Lion King performed the summoning ritual.

The Lion King's ethereal, emotionless voice then resounded across the heavens.

"I declare! Thy body shall be bound to me, thy sword to my command; Heed my summons; If thou wouldst submit to this will and this reason, then answer; Here I swear, I shall accomplish all the good in the world; I shall deliver all the evils of the world; Thou art bound by the three great words of the seven heavens; Cross the barrier of suppression, and appear! O Guardians of the Balance!"

Boom!!!

A magical force, rivaling the power of the Holy Lance, erupted, forcing Kenshi back several steps. As the magic dissipated, he saw over a dozen knights kneeling on one knee before the Lion King.

'These are… the Knights of the Round Table?!'

Kenshi instinctively held his breath. Seeing these knights in reality was incomparable to seeing them in a game. Each one exuded a pressure so intense that Kenshi felt as though any of them could kill him without effort.

"Sir Agravain, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Tristan... it has been too long," the Lion King addressed them, calling each knight's true name and bidding them to rise.

"My King—"

Seeing their King again, many of the knights were momentarily stunned.

The Lion King's cold gaze swept over her knights.

"I intend to build a world with the Tower as its end before the King who seeks to burn the principle of humanity can act. I will select noble souls worthy of the future, eternalize them as records, and grant them perpetuity. Will you assist me in this endeavor?"

Her words, spoken with undeniable force, caused the knights' expressions to change.

"My King! Is this not too heartless?"

"We will assist our King!"

A divide emerged. Some knights were loyal to her will, while others were repelled by her ideals.

"Since there is disagreement, let there be a duel. Kill each other, and the victor shall decide whether to stay or leave."

The Lion King made no effort to persuade dissenters, ordering her knights to settle their differences through a death duel, the winner deciding the fate of all.

"I will give you time to consider," the Lion King said, turning away, leaving only Kenshi and the knights of the Round Table.

"Greetings, fellow knights!"

Kenshi greeted them, trying to sound as natural as possible.

"Who are you?"

Golden-haired Gawain, intimidating as ever, stood and questioned him.

Though Kenshi stood beside the Lion King, the knights of the Round Table did not recognize him.

"Are you a knight of the current King?"

Agravain, with a dark expression, scrutinized Kenshi, sensing a familiar aura emanating from him—the King's dragon blood.

"Of course, I'm a newly appointed personal knight, here to offer my loyalty to the Lion King. All for the salvation of humankind," Kenshi declared, hand over his chest as he looked over the knights.

Many knights, conflicted, ignored the newcomer.

"Huh? Father's personal knight? Who do you think you are?"

A girl with a striking resemblance to the Lion King stepped forward.

'Mordred, the rebellious knight,' Kenshi recognized her instantly, remembering her fierce loyalty yet rebellion against the King.

At that moment, Agravain's voice, filled with authority, spoke.

"If you truly are a knight loyal to the King, you cannot stand by and do nothing."

"Huh?"

Kenshi had a sinking feeling. Perhaps he should have waited to speak until the knights had resolved their business.

...

Twenty minutes later, the Lion King returned, her cold gaze sweeping over the knights.

"Have you all made your decision?"

Clang!

The answer was the sound of swords being drawn.

The silence was deadly.

Heroic Spirits from ages past granted new life and raised their weapons against one another.

'Why do I have to fight too?!'

With no other choice, Kenshi steadied his breathing. By pledging loyalty to the Lion King, he had already chosen his side. Now, he had to participate in this duel of death.

Opposing him were knights like Lamorak, Percival, Kay, Gareth, and Palamedes. On his side stood Agravain, Lancelot, Gawain, Mordred, and Tristan. Though his allies were among the most powerful of the Round Table, Kenshi felt no confidence in facing these battle-hardened warriors. Their experience far outweighed his.

As the battle began, Kenshi subtly positioned himself at the back, waiting for the right moment to act.

"They're coming!!"

Boom!!

A surge of magical energy shot skyward as Heroic Spirits clashed once more. The collision of swords symbolized not only physical combat but a clash of ideals!