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

"You have now seen what the Holy Lance is and witnessed the majesty of the King. Therefore, I will no longer hide the truth. Miss Mash, Miss Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Sir Bedivere, the true Lion King… were unable to die when fate dictated their death. Instead, they took up the Holy Lance and became a wandering spirit, wielding the lance throughout the world.

The 'Lion King,' who continued to hold the Holy Lance, was completely deified and wandered this land for more than a thousand years."

"..."

Bedivere's lips trembled slightly, his face utterly colorless, and his eyes filled with silent guilt.

Unlike the guilt-ridden Bedivere, the Chaldeans, including Fujimaru Ritsuka, exclaimed in shock.

Romani even slapped the table hard and shouted, ["Arthur… no, the Lion King, fused with the Holy Lance? No wonder! No wonder! Now everything makes sense!

No wonder we detected that astonishing Spirit Origin response. That's a true deity — a high-ranking divine spirit created by fusing with the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad!"]

"That explains it! The blessings bestowed upon Gawain and the other Knights of the Round Table are also explained. Those are blessings from the Holy Grail!"

Seeing Alaric reveal information about the Lion King so easily, Da Vinci finally joined the conversation.

"Huh? Isn't the Holy Grail in Sir Alaric's possession?"

Mash asked, her expression full of astonishment. She seemed unable to recover from the Lion King's revelations, her inner pain subtly transforming into sorrow.

Mash's eyes began to glisten with tears.

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Da Vinci in confusion.

"Ah, it's all Sir Alaric's fault for making me spill the beans. I didn't want to worry you, but I'll explain a little," Da Vinci sighed, clearing her throat.

"This Holy Grail isn't the kind made by the Magus King that we've been collecting. It's the Holy Grail from Arthurian legend — the Holy Grail of the Savior. The Knights of the Round Table received blessings from God, and now it seems those blessings were from the goddess Rhongomyniad.

Ah, but Sir Bedivere is an exception. Strictly speaking, the Round Table Knights under the Lion King's command — the likes of Sir Alaric and Gawain — are the ones who received such blessings."

As Da Vinci explained, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash began to understand the blessings granted by the Lion King.

Upon hearing this, Bedivere looked even more dejected and said, "It seems so. The members of the Round Table under the Lion King's command are no longer ordinary Servants.

From the perspective of mystical levels, my [Silver Arm] can barely match them. Without the ability to [Sever the Holy Grail], it would be impossible to break the blessings granted by the Lion King."

["How can this be?"]

Hearing Bedivere's statement, Romani, who had just recovered from the revelation of the Lion King's true identity, exclaimed again, ["If that's the case, the next time we encounter the Knights of the Round Table, does that mean we can only—"]

"We can only rely on Bedivere, right? But Bedivere, aren't you already nearing your limit? How many more battles can you fight? Once, twice?"

Da Vinci's calm gaze fell on Bedivere. That penetrating stare, as if it could see through his entire being, made Bedivere quietly murmur, "What are you… saying?

No matter how many times, I can fight. Although… it will be tough."

"Really? Sir Bedivere, can your arm withstand the strain for that long?" Alaric's voice echoed faintly, and the mention of the Silver Arm startled Bedivere.

But before Alaric could continue probing Bedivere's resolve, Mash's sincere, innocent voice rang out at the same time:

"Then, Sir Alaric, can your blessings also be broken?"

"?"

Alaric turned his head to Mash with a smile, seemingly surprised by her innocent question.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, on the other hand, gave an awkward smile.

Alaric, unfazed by this, seriously thought about it for a moment before replying, "My blessing is different from Sir Gawain's and the others. It was granted by the King as dragon's blood — the blood of the Red Dragon of Britain. You've already seen the results —"

Alaric pointed to his cheek, causing Bedivere's gaze to darken.

Bedivere couldn't understand why the King would do something so inhumane, why they would personally create such a—Monster.

Yes, even now, Bedivere would call Alaric a monster, not because of his actions but because of his very existence. In Bedivere's eyes, this was an inhuman entity that should never have been created.

Its existence, its origin — all of it was darkness that the King should never have touched.

Simply looking at Alarioc filled Bedivere with a profound sense of sadness.

Bedivere wasn't just grieving for Alaric's plight but also the Lion King's deeds.

Alaric, unaware of Bedivere's thoughts, continued speaking to himself,

"That's why I wonder… can Sir Bedivere break my blessing? In terms of mystical levels, where exactly do I stand? How many years of mysticism does my existence represent?

If my blessing were truly broken, would the dragon's blood lose its power — or would I die?"

No one could answer Alaric's question.

Even Bedivere couldn't.

After all, he couldn't simply suggest testing it by recklessly fighting Alaric.

Moreover, even if Alaric's dragon's blood did lose its power, as a bearer of the Holy Grail, Alaric would remain an incredibly formidable force. Bedivere hadn't even been able to react to his sudden attacks before.

Mash, hearing this, nodded in a daze, seemingly pondering Alaric's rhetorical question.

["Then… don't you have any other changes?

If you've been fused with a dragon's blood, is it just a physical transformation? And why did the Lion King give you dragon's blood in the first place? If it's a blessing, there were other options, weren't there?"]

Romani, unable to suppress his curiosity, asked despite Da Vinci's reproachful glare.

As Romani's question fell, everyone's attention once again focused on Alaric.

Alaric, realizing that Romani had touched on a crucial point, decided not to hide his transformation through the Red Dragon's blood.

He figured he might as well take advantage of Chaldea's wisdom to figure it out for himself. After all, King Hassan and the Lion King didn't speak in ways he could understand, leaving him clueless about what they were trying to say.

"There haven't been many changes. However, if I fully activate the dragon's blood and increase its activity, my mental structure starts to shift toward something non-human — essentially, a dragonkind transformation. As for anything else… I guess it's just that I'm not fully mature yet."

["Not matured yet? You're not in your complete state right now?"]

Romani instinctively asked, ["But you already possess top-tier Servant capabilities. Isn't that enough?"]

Romani had been observing Alaric's battles for a long time. Even if his strength relied on the Holy Grail's mana, the physical body that could sustain such intense mana output, as well as his combat skills, had already surpassed normal human limits.

Not only Romani but Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka were also shocked by Alaric's statement.

This isn't maturity?