FATE Type-Moon, but an A Style 'Pure Evil' Simulator

The Sword of Selection.

The so-called ceremony to select a king.

Artoria knew very well in her heart that this was a grand performance carefully planned for her by Merlin.

After she drew this sword, she would inherit King Uther's throne under the name of King Arthur.

Her illustrious prestige, like the midday sun, would resound throughout this island.

Gazing at the magnificent longsword in the stone pedestal, Artoria was silent.

She no longer had the naive pity and thoughts of the past. The lives taken by her sword were already countless.

During this time, the wider she traveled, the more she discovered the correctness of that person's words.

She had seen famine, death, plague, and war.

These ugly things played out constantly before her eyes.

People, in pursuit of peace of mind, chose to destroy the peace of mind of others.

Such selfish acts.

And so, using the principles from that person's words, in many judgments of right and wrong, she made one perfect, praiseworthy choice after another.

She put away her pity, put herself in a human perspective to think,揣摩 people's selfish desires, and then reaped the people's praise.

To have achieved what she had today, that person's guidance had been indispensable.

For her at this moment, being hailed as king by the masses was already a foreseeable future. Whether she drew the sword or not was actually the same.

Drawing the Sword of Selection was just a process to go through to claim legitimacy.

However, that being said, Artoria still thought a little.

Could there be someone more suitable to be king than herself?

If there was...

Could he build a more peaceful country?

"No one is born to be a king, Altoris."

...That person's words.

Suddenly echoed in her mind.

But... on an occasion like this, he was not here.

Artoria, who had been looking forward to it a little, couldn't help but feel a trace of disappointment.

But then, she felt a little relieved.

Yes, this is for the best.

With so many knights, it's better if he doesn't come.

What if his identity is exposed on the spot?

In that case, I wouldn't be able to save his life...

"Lady Artoria, please draw the sword."

The Sun Knight, Gawain, from behind her, walked to the front of the procession.

The handsome golden-haired young man knelt on one knee, raised his palm, and greeted the girl on the steed with a standard gentlemanly gesture.

"No one questions your qualification. Please prove to Britain your mettle as a king!"

"No, Sir Gawain."

"Before that..."

The golden-haired girl just said faintly.

"You all try first."

The Knights of the Round Table behind her exchanged a glance.

They couldn't help but nod to themselves.

That's right, Lady Artoria is so thoughtful.

If even the renowned Knights of the Round Table can't pull out this Sword of Selection,

wouldn't that prove her nobility and honor as a king with even more weight?

"As you command, my lady."

The handsome golden-haired young man smiled, bowed slightly, and walked into the square. He then gently gripped the hilt of the Sword in the Stone.

"Hnngh—"

Gawain suddenly exerted his strength, the veins on his wrists trembling slightly. His monstrous strength was instantly applied to the hilt. Under the sunlight, he had a threefold power boost.

However.

He couldn't pull it out.

With his effort, the Sword in the Stone was only slightly lifted, making a slight grinding sound against its base.

This phenomenon had already made the spectators gasp.

Because all the previous knights could barely move the sword at all.

This was the first person who could shake the hilt.

As expected of the invincible Sun Knight, Gawain!

But although it was lifted slightly, most of the blade was still stuck in the base, far from being pulled out.

Gawain let go, letting out a slight breath.

He had used his full strength, without holding anything back.

But as expected, he was still far from the realm of a king.

The Sun Knight had failed.

But the sword was proven to be movable.

Merlin had not lied, and the crowd grew more and more expectant of the final result.

Gawain stepped back, and the Knights of the Round Table came forward one by one, trying to pull the sword.

They each used their own skills and techniques, and the blade was slightly loosened by each of them, but no one could surpass Gawain's extent.

It didn't matter. This was enough.

Compared to everyone else present, they had already proven the quality of the Round Table.

So, is this the end...?

Her deep green eyes watched this scene without a ripple, Artoria's face showing no fluctuation.

"Then, let me—"

Just as she was about to dismount, a sudden, hoarse voice interjected into the line.

"...Excuse me, can I get through?"

Following the source of the voice, a figure in pitch-black armor, completely covered from head to toe, looking extremely suspicious, suddenly appeared in everyone's vision.

No one had noticed how he had walked out.

By the time their nerves reacted, he was already standing at the very front of the line.

It was as if he had been standing there from the beginning, just without any presence before.

Gawain squinted his eyes, looking at the suspicious armored man before him.

"Do you need something? This... sir?"

He couldn't figure this person out.

On such a hot day, who would cover even their head in thick armor? Wasn't it hot?

Upon careful inspection... the person's presence was ordinary, but his figure was quite tall and straight.

To move freely in such full-body armor, his strength should also be quite good?

As soon as Gawain finished asking, the knight in black armor pointed to the Sword in the Stone in the square, his hoarse voice sounding like a weathered middle-aged man.

"Didn't you say... anyone can pull the sword?"

He said calmly,

"I want to try."

His voice fell.

The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

"...You?"

This suspicious character who had suddenly cut in line had already made Gawain slightly displeased.

When the other said this, his displeasure turned to annoyance.

Not only because his colleagues from the Round Table had just tried, what kind of person are you to dare to get involved?

But also because it was just when Lady Artoria was about to dismount...

You bastard, you interrupted my chance to shake her hand!

"Only a knight can draw the sword."

Thus, Gawain questioned him, his voice somewhat cold.

"What kind of knight are you?"

"A passing-by Kamen Rider."

"Pfft..."

This strange, unheard-of knightly title made the surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

Kamen Rider?

I'm a f*ing Giant of Light then!

Alright... Gawain looked at the full-body armor, and it was indeed as the name suggested, a perfect match.

But this increasingly farcical atmosphere also made the Sun Knight's expression darken.

From the way he answered, Gawain was now sure that this guy was doing it on purpose.

"What kind of attention-seeker is this."

His voice suddenly rose.

"You suspicious character, who exactly—"

"Let him pull it, Sir Gawain."

The golden-haired girl's indifferent voice came from horseback, without any fluctuation.

"Didn't you hear the sage Merlin?

"As long as one is a knight, anyone can pull the Sword of Selection. If he wants to pull it, let him. Making things difficult is not a knightly virtue."

"Yes..."

Gawain let out a breath, and stood aside with a cold expression, making way.

Lady Artoria was right.

As long as a knight wanted to, they could pull the sword. This was a rule set by the sage Merlin. Even this so-called "Kamen Rider" who had appeared out of nowhere was no exception.

However...

Look at the shrinking queue of knights behind. No one would choose to make a fool of themselves in front of the Knights of the Round Table.

This guy... if you can't even budge the hilt, I'll be waiting to enjoy your disgrace.

"Ahh, thank you for your generosity..."

A hoarse, muffled voice came from under the armor.

For some reason, Gawain heard a hint of sarcasm in it.

Generosity...

He squeezed his palm slightly.

Amidst the murmuring crowd, they watched as this suspicious Kamen Rider walked to the center of the square, examined the sword for a moment, and then gently gripped the hilt.

Merlin, on the roof, also watched this interesting scene.

It had to be said, watching this panorama of human life was really fun!

He wasn't worried that someone other than Lily could pull out that sword.

It sounded heartless to say, but as a great magus, he had long since tampered with it.

This was a sword forged by the fae.

To pull out this Sword in the Stone had nothing to do with strength. The main thing was that one had to meet the following two strict conditions:

Not only must one have dragon blood;

but one must also possess the virtues of a king worthy of ruling Britain.

The virtues here referred to the code of a knight—justice, mercy, humility, sacrifice... and so on.

In other words, a character like the Vile King Vortigern, though he also had dragon blood, could not possibly pull out the sword due to his tyrannical nature.

As for Alvin...

That bloodthirsty, easily angered guy, no matter how skilled his swordsmanship, could not possibly be acknowledged by the Sword in the Stone.

Without a doubt.

If it were only the second condition, one might be able to pick a few more from the people below.

But with the restriction of the first condition, among those present, only Lily could possibly pull—

With a clanging sound of grinding metal, the noble Sword of Selection was gripped by the knight in black armor.

And then, he pulled it out with ease.

SHIIIING—

The sound, though not loud, suddenly drowned out all the noise in the venue. Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the nameless knight in black. The scene suddenly fell into a silence so deep you could hear a pin drop.

The incubus, as if the sky had fallen, stood up in a panic, his weak legs almost making him fall off the roof.

This is impossible—

Artoria was frozen. She stared at this scene, almost completely frozen.

In her mind, a name that had been buried for a long time surfaced.

"Ahh, I actually pulled it out...

"I was originally just trying to destroy the magic on it.

"'He who holds this sword shall be the king of Britain'?

"What a... boring trick."

A hoarse, mocking voice came from within the armor.

The knight in black raised his hand, slowly took off his helmet, and revealed the face behind the mask.

In an instant, everyone in the square was stunned.

They stared blankly at the silver-haired youth before them, completely speechless.

His iron-gray eyes seemed to hold all the melancholy in the world, his impossibly tall frame like a sharp sword.

And that handsome face, as if carved by the heavens, seemed to have a soul-snatching magic that continuously assaulted the minds of all who saw it.

Those lines, those contours.

Like a slowly churning, strange vortex, it made it impossible to look away, as if one were...

bewitched, enthralled.

His soft silver hair scattered in the wind.

He smiled, as he always had.

Just like his smiles in the past.

Just as warm, just as brilliant.

"Long time no see, Artoria."

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