CK Simulation, Creating the Style of Tsukino Fumi

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After a thousand years, you have once again become the King of Britannia.

The Tree of Light is beginning to crumble.

In the blink of an eye, the Holy Lance changed hands.

Having done all this, Quinn opened his eyes again. What came into view was no longer the chaotic London court, but a courtyard bathed in the soft afternoon sunlight, with countless familiar figures standing there. It was the court scene when he was still the Emperor of Britannia a thousand years ago. When he saw this scene, he knew that he had succeeded.

He had successfully entered the Holy Lance, into the pure soul of Europa II that remained uncorrupted. He had replaced the other, becoming the center of this complex grand magic, and the object of the Sixth Beast's corruption.

So he looked up and saw his target.

A complete seven-headed, ten-horned red dragon was coiled at the very top of the courtyard. That was the true form of the Sixth Beast. This cunning beast clung to the courtyard like a parasite, clinging to the depths of Europa II's soul, enjoying the benefits of the great magic performed by Europa II, and absorbing the nutrients from the entire Britannian Empire's ley lines, without having to pay any price.

But now, everything is different. Quinn has also infiltrated this place, entering the depths of Europa II's consciousness. He stares at the Sixth Beast, which has not yet had time to corrupt this place, and a ferocious smile appears on his face.

"Got you." The True World reappeared in Quinn's hands. Facing the root of all this chaos, Quinn murmured, "True World, liberate."

Just as Quinn grasped the true form of the Sixth Beast, he immediately engaged the beast in battle.

Outside the Holy Lance's consciousness space, inside the shattered London palace.

The towering Tree of Light has begun to crumble.

The great red dragon, which was flying high in the sky and fighting with Meliuchina, was the first to be affected.

Without the support of the Britannian Empire's ley lines, the great red dragon, which had been drawing malice to maintain its form, finally lost its source of power. After a brief roar, its body began to collapse. At the moment the red dragon's body collapsed, the continuous chaos in London finally stopped. Countless people looked at each other in the flames, seemingly unable to understand their own actions.

The flames that had engulfed London were quickly extinguished, and the chaos and riots finally came to an end.

Next to be affected was Europa II, who rushed to the Holy Lance without stopping. No matter how fast she moved, she was still a step too late. When she arrived at the Holy Lance, the Tree of Light could no longer maintain its towering form. The tree was collapsing, and the broken branches turned into countless stars that fell with the wind.

Without the anchor of the Holy Lance, her Spirit Origin level began to decline rapidly, and the mana supply efficiency from the Imperial ley lines also dropped drastically. Fortunately, she was the caster of this grand magic, and she could sense everything Quinn had done to this magic.

The man took her place in the magic ritual, affecting the efficiency of the entire ritual. However, she was still the master of the magic. Before the magic was completely destroyed, Europa II could still enjoy the benefits of the ritual. She was fully capable of stopping Quinn, but she did not take action.

She stared at the man before her, gripping the holy spear tightly, his entire being absorbed in it. She felt the holy sword in her hand was incredibly heavy, because she had already seen it.

Quinn's body is cracking.

She was about to lose the most important person in her life once again.

No, that's not right, I can still save all of this.

A somber whisper rose in Europa II’s turbulent thoughts, and in that whisper, she saw another possibility.

If I could just pierce the man's heart with my sword and stop him from continuing to disrupt the ritual, I could resurrect him using the Empire's ley lines. Yes... I could save him as long as I killed Quinn!

Chapter 252 I Kill Myself

Europa II made his move.

Perhaps the Sixth Beast realized it had been captured and sensed the impending crisis, so it began to manipulate her relentlessly. Or perhaps she had truly lost her senses due to the long period of time. Europa II succumbed to the recurring voice in her heart and attempted to take advantage of Quinn's weakest moment to send the Holy Sword into his heart, replicating Mordred's actions in the pan-human history.

However, in the history of humankind, Mordred was able to pierce King Arthur because on the battlefield of the Battle of Camlann, only the mother and daughter were left to fight one-on-one, and Queen had the fairy of Paradise by her side.

When it comes to magic, Lily may not be as good as Morgan, but in swordsmanship, this fairy from paradise is on par with Artoria.

The staff in her hand instantly transformed into a huge sword staff. This incredibly heavy object seemed to have no weight in Lily's hands. When she swung this weapon at the staggering Europa II, the shockwaves stirred up by the sword staff as it cut through the air were no less powerful than those generated by Quinn and Europa II.

This attack, aimed directly at his face, interrupted Europa II's actions and drew his attention, forcing him to stop and deal with the Paradise Fairy's counterattack.

The brief exchange between the two was enough for Artoria and Morgan, who had followed Europa II to the scene, to intervene. When the two arrived and saw Quinn standing motionless in place, they were also stunned.

They had expected that Quinn had other ways to solve the problem by leaving the battlefield, but they never expected that he would use the old method. This was like a replay of a scene from a thousand years ago, and the blow to the two of them was no less than digging out their most vulnerable feelings and throwing them on the ground.

Fortunately, this time, Quinn only appeared to be in poor condition, not to the point where he would have been blown away by the wind like before. His vitality was still strong, and the magic flowing in his body was extremely smooth. He did not show any signs of being a dying man.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Artoria realized that there was still hope. She immediately rushed into the battlefield and fought alongside the fairies of Paradise, trying to stop Europa II from making an irreparable mistake. As for Morgan... she not only recalled the past, but also a prophecy that Quinn had once woven, which was actually a lie.

After Quinn confronted her, Morgan initially thought the prophecy was nothing but a hoax, but now she's starting to believe she was right.

Perhaps Quinn was just lying on purpose, but the prophecy of the son killing his father was not a lie, but some kind of destiny. After all, Mordred in the pan-human history killed King Arthur with his own hands, so Mordred here may have been given the destiny to kill Quinn from the beginning by the restraining force or something else.

Now that things have come to this, Morgan no longer harbors any hope of a happy ending; she has only one thought in mind—to cut her losses.

If she can't save her daughter, then at least she has to save her husband's life. She's had enough of her difficult and tormented fate. Today, only one of them can live—herself or Europa II!

When two out of the four are idiots, this brutal battle is destined to end badly. The righteous three against one is too much for Europa II to handle. Already battered and bruised, she is now fighting on her weakened immortality. But even her weakened immortality is still the biggest obstacle for the three in front of her.

None of them had the ability to break the bond between Europa II and the British Empire; they could only suppress the other party to prevent him from harming Quinn. But as time went by, their strength would eventually run out.

therefore……

"Wake up, Mordred. Don't keep sleeping, or you'll miss out on one of the most important choices in your life."

Nightmare, who was keen on watching the show, withdrew her gaze from Quinn's side. Even this despicable woman, who loved watching the excitement and heroes meet their end, had to put aside her hobby now, otherwise, she would break the contract she had made with Merlin.

She hadn't forgotten that she was only able to watch the play here because of Merlin's summons.

Clean up the chaos in Britannia and deal with the beasts in this world—these are the conditions clearly written in the contract.

If Europa II really becomes the final winner, she might end up like Merlin, locked in a dark room for life, never to see the velvet ball outside.

So, she behaved herself for once and obeyed Quinn's orders, entering Mordred's consciousness, who was still unconscious, without any personal bias.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, Mordred did not recover because of her words.

This Servant from Pan-Human History seemed to have been completely shut down by Europa II's attack. If it weren't for the fact that the death of a Servant would directly turn into a spirit and dissipate, Meli would have suspected that this unlucky guy was simply killed instantly by Europa II.

But now it seems that even if Mordred didn't die, she has suffered some kind of mental blow. Europa II obviously doesn't want this guy to get involved in his affairs with Quinn again. Even if he doesn't have time to actually kill her, he will do something to prevent her from easily recovering.

Seeing that conventional methods of calling out to her were ineffective, Mary had no choice but to resort to more drastic measures.

Grand-level illusions were easily conjured by Merlin, who introduced a long, dreamlike illusion into Mordred's mind. In the realm of magic, she was more authoritative than Merlin, who was prone to biting his tongue when chanting spells. In just a short moment, Mordred's consciousness, implanted in the dream, was almost awakened. In this dream, Mordred seemed to have a fresh start in life, experiencing a rebirth from the beginning.

Seeing Mordred lying unconscious and AFK in the ruins of the audience hall, a smile appeared on her lips. Melly knew that this Servant was already obsessed with the beautiful dream she had created for her. Then, a wicked smile appeared on her face.

The next second, Mordred's body began to tremble.

Five seconds later, Mordred suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, his whole body covered in cold sweat. As if he had just experienced a nightmare, he jumped up on the spot and frantically scanned his surroundings like a frightened rabbit.

"You're finally awake, Mordred."

"What are you doing here, you nightmare?" Seeing Mary beside her and the ruins of the audience hall, Mordred realized that she had just been beaten unconscious and asked anxiously, "Where is my other self? What's going on?"

"The campaign against Europa II has reached its final stage. Our great Emperor has exhausted all his strength to weaken the Sixth Beast's influence on Europa II, but he is no longer capable of rejoining the fight. Now, the burden of saving this world rests on your shoulders. Only you can kill Europa II." (The last sentence appears to be a fragment and doesn't translate directly.)

As always, Merry uttered words far beyond Mordred's capabilities, such as "Go and kill Europa II," but—

This time, Mordred didn't hesitate at all.

She gripped the royal sword tightly, as if it could give her boundless power, and then resolutely stepped onto the battlefield.

Chapter 253 The Moon Tradition

Mordred has changed.

It's not just about personality, but also about spiritual origin.

On her way to Quinn's location, Mordred could clearly feel the change in her Spirit Origin level. The King Sword in her hand was transforming her Spirit Origin, making Mordred more compatible with this world and more powerful. All of this stemmed from the dream she had just experienced.

While unconscious, Mordred dreamt of Quinn, a common dream almost always occurs when a Master and Servant form a close bond. However, normally the Master dreams of the Servant's past, but due to Merry's illusion, this process was reversed in Mordred's case. She no longer dreamt of Quinn as her Master, but of Mordred as her Servant, and simultaneously…

Mordred's perspective is also problematic; she did not experience Quinn's story from Quinn's point of view, but rather from Europa II's.

In her dream, she felt as if she were Europa II, experiencing everything the emperor had gone through in his childhood. This dream, which was so close to empathy, allowed her to understand Europa II's thoughts and ideas. When she witnessed Quinn's death and the will he left for Europa II in her dream, she almost felt that she had become Europa II.

When Mordred awoke again, she found herself changed. The royal sword in her hand, which originally belonged to Europa II and was completely different from the Noble Phantasm she possessed, had fused with her own Spirit Origin. Her mind also gained a lot of knowledge that she should not have possessed before, such as the true use of this royal sword.

When she had fully absorbed the knowledge granted to her by her transformed Spirit Origin, she arrived at Quinn's location and saw Europa II engaged in a fierce battle with Artoria and the other two.

At this moment, Europa II regained the upper hand. Her desire to kill Quinn was so strong and intense that this extreme emotion made the already insane emperor so powerful that she could fight three against one. Her boundless physical strength and magic power allowed her to win the war of attrition. Artoria and Morgan could no longer keep up with Europa II's offensive, and the fairy of the paradise was not strong enough to close the gap between them on her own.

Even though he was severely damaged and weakened, Europa II was still fighting and remained the master of this world.

However, even after witnessing Europa II's outrageous fighting prowess, Mordred felt no pressure. Her mind was at peace. She no longer longed for Europa II's career, nor did she feel disgusted by his bad attitude, nor did she feel inferior because he was better than her. Mordred only felt excited and thrilled.

Because after experiencing that dream, she finally realized that perhaps being hated and despised, and never being able to embrace happiness in her life, was the destiny of Mordred, a fate ordained by fate.

She could not escape it while she was alive, nor could an emperor like Europa II.

Now, Mordred sees an opportunity to break free from this tragic fate.

Mordred was already a dead soul, and the fate of the dead was already sealed, but the living still had a chance to change it. Mordred did not want to see another version of herself, who was living the life she had always dreamed of, make the same mistake as herself at the last moment. Therefore, facing the still powerful emperor, Mordred shouted.

"Europa!"

This shout caught the attention of Europa II.

The emperor turned her head and looked at the other version of herself that had reappeared before her. A chill ran down her spine. She sensed the changes in Mordred, a feeling that was both familiar and nostalgic, yet utterly strange. As she gazed at the other version of herself holding the royal sword, she seemed to see her younger, more naive self.

wrong……

After a brief moment of disorientation, Europa II realized that it was not his imagination.

“Pendragon…” the Emperor murmured, this surname almost forgotten by the Britons. In the past, when Britain was still Camelot, this was the royal surname. But a thousand years have passed, and the Britons only remember Europa, forgetting that Pendragon was also the master of the British Isles. She finally stopped underestimating Mordred and began to see her as a threat, an enemy who could threaten her. “What’s the deal with your spirit origin? Why have you gained the recognition of the British Isles? This is impossible. I am the master of the island now.”

"Didn't you choose this yourself?"

Mordred raised the King's Sword, and the originally crimson sword suddenly emitted a radiance indistinguishable from the Star-Forged Holy Sword.

Witnessing this radiance, the fairy Lily of the paradise stared wide-eyed, her face filled with horror and astonishment. The unfinished holy sword embryo, originally intended as an emergency measure, had now been completed. From a defective product that only possessed the nature of a holy sword but lacked the power to match it, it had become a true holy sword. The radiant dream, a condensation of the civilization of the Britannian Empire's thousand-year prosperity and the beautiful utopian aspirations of both humans and fairies, was now shining brightly on this sword.

“You chose the Holy Sword, you chose greater power, you chose to become the Emperor of the Empire, but you forgot that this sword is the symbol of the King of Britain, this royal sword is what Mordred should use. I just chose what you should have chosen. I am moving towards another possibility of you, and naturally I have what you did not have, just as you have everything I desire.”

"You think you can defeat me by taking what I don't want?" Europa II completely ignored Artoria and the others before her. She turned to Mordred, the Star-Forged Holy Sword in her hand seemingly reflecting her current state of mind, dimming and finally turning pitch black. "Pendragon, I am the master of this world, not you. You cannot defeat me, nor can you stop me. I am the one who will save Father and stay by his side, not you!"

Mordred smiled.

"I know, so I didn't intend to beat you."

Upon hearing this, Europa II was stunned.

So what are you here for?

Just as the emperor was thinking, Mordred had already raised the Royal Sword in his hand. Radiance gathered on the sword. It was a faint yet dazzling light that captivated the mind. As this light rose, the Holy Lance behind everyone, which had fallen into silence due to Quinn's invasion and interference causing the Tree of Light to collapse, was suddenly awakened again and began to respond to the Royal Sword's radiance.

“I’m here to destroy your dream, Europa. The dream of a thousand-year empire should end. You are not the emperor of Britannia, you are just Mordred Europa.”

Chapter 254 You're awake! It's all over.

Killing oneself has always been a traditional art in the Type-Moon world. Whether it's the Red Archer who wants to kill Shirou Emiya or the mushroom-like biological father who can't stand the grown-up version of himself, it fully demonstrates that people born and raised on the moon are never most afraid of powerful enemies, but of themselves who have gone down a different path.