Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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But Fujimaru Ritsuka would certainly not do that.

She genuinely saw that people were helping them, so she wanted to go and save them.

At this moment, Bedwell stepped forward.

"I'm sorry. This lady is not a prophet, and unfortunately, even a prophet is powerless in this situation. As you can see, our goal is to defeat the Lion King and repair the world's anomalies..."

The reason we're helping you is actually to leverage the power of ordinary people to maintain world stability.

The crowd immediately became even more restless.

The refugees looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

One by one, they were all a little confused.

—Does our existence contribute to world stability?

Are we really that important?

However, perhaps a single person is insignificant and not that important.

But in a sense, it really is that important for everyone to come together.

The so-called "human principles" refer to the future of humankind.

The future of humanity requires ensuring the continuation of humanity's past and present.

Bedwell quickly said, "If you feel suspicious or uneasy because of this, there is no need to be. Your survival is of interest to us. It is not just about helping, but the fact that you are alive is what helps us."

"As you can see, our race is almost identical to theirs, and we are in a hostile relationship. Therefore, the more our people are the ones they want to eliminate, the more we need to protect them. Does this dispel your doubts?"

""

The refugees looked at each other.

However, a childlike yet loud voice suddenly shattered everyone's doubts, exploding in everyone's minds like a thunderclap.

"The older sister is a good person; she saved my mother."

"Lu Shide! Be quiet... stay quiet."

The woman nervously covered the boy's mouth.

However, Lu Shide, this simple and naive ordinary boy, suddenly uttered some very ordinary words that instantly brought people to their senses.

"Yes, she saved everyone."

“She gave the Da Zhou Lin Liu (7) Scarface and the group of people food to survive.”

"She brought water to everyone."

"What right do we have to be afraid of her or doubt her?"

People are naturally grateful and will repay kindness.

Even the most hard-hearted person would be moved by the benefactor who went to great lengths to save them.

"Seniors, it seems like everyone understands us now."

Mashu said happily.

"Fufu~~!"

Fufusan clapped her little paws happily.

"This should be considered a pretty good result."

A rare relaxed smile appeared on Bedwell's face.

"Yes...that's true, chew chew~~I knew it, Master is definitely a trustworthy...chew chew...good person."

Xiao Mo said, puffing out her cheeks.

"No, why are you eating?"

Bedwell was stunned.

"Of course, I need to eat more for the big battle to come! You can't fight if you're hungry. In that respect, I'm far inferior to my father."

—If I can't inherit the throne, I'll at least inherit the royal stomach!

Mordred raised an eyebrow as if it were perfectly natural, and sat up cross-legged: "You, on the other hand, have had a tough time since you appeared in the world, haven't you? You're clearly a third-rate knight, yet you insist on showing off. You're too arrogant!"

Mordred tossed Bedivere a piece of honey bread.

Soft and fragrant...

"Okay."

Bedivere Lingbaqis (six.) said with a wry smile.

He had no idea how long it had been since he had eaten anything good.

Looking at the soft, sweet bread that smelled of honey, Bedivere had a feeling of unreality.

"Eat up, they're all conjured up by our Master. Don't let her fierce fighting style fool you, she actually has this silly dream of going back to her hometown and opening a bakery... Haha, but I don't dislike her!"

"And I've already reserved my Master's personal knight!"

Bedivere was puzzled for a moment: "What kind of bakery needs a knight?"

"Of course we need it! You have no idea how fast the world will develop in the future. There will be devices that can communicate over long distances without magic, so we will naturally be able to order food through these channels. And I've decided that I will deliver orders to my Master in the future!"

Uh, a food delivery rider...

Bedivere's mind, which had been stagnant for over a thousand years, was starting to sluggish.

"Hey! You unruly son!"

Chaldea's screen suddenly appeared like a pop-up window.

The tyrannical knight king in black glared at Mordred with a face full of resentment.

"Oh, Father! You're still here..." Mordred quickly put on a smiling face.

"Huh?!" Bedivere was startled and jumped in fright.

Has the Lion King attacked?

He quickly raised his right hand, and his silver arm slowly emitted a halo of light.

"Lord Mordred, I will hold off the enemy this time..."

"What enemy?"

Mordred looked up at Bedivere.

"Not the Lion King... Eh? You are my king—"

When Bedivere saw the black figure appear on the screen, he panicked for a moment.

"It's been a long time, Lord Bedivere."

He is indeed a king, but he is different from the king in Bedwell's memory.

"Could it be that the King is now serving as a follower, working alongside you in Chaldea to save humanity?"

"Yes, my father, the Black King, was much earlier than me; he was basically among the first batch of Servants to enter Chaldea."

Mo laughed when he saw Bedivere's ignorant attitude.

"Black..."

Bedwell was even more bewildered.

Do you get different colors of the King?

"Of course!"

"There is a black-clad father figure, an alternate version of the tyrannical father, possessing immense power and extreme violence..."

"Hmm?" Blackie narrowed his eyes, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "I think someone's got an itch..."

Xiao Mo was startled and quickly corrected herself: "My very reliable and powerful father."

"There is also the white-clad father, the young father who participated in the pilgrimage with Kai and that old bastard Merlin back then."

"And there's the father from another world, who doesn't use the Sword of Choice, but the Staff of Choice. He doesn't know magic, but he's extremely fierce in fights, wakes up very late, and is a Caster-class father who just swings his wand and goes to fight anyone."

"And there's also a future father, but he's gone back to space in a spaceship now."

"In short, that's all the father I've summoned for now..."

Xiao Mo counted on her fingers.

As they counted, they discovered that Bedivere had turned into a statue, frozen in place, motionless.

[Tap tap~~]

Mo poked Bedivere's arm.

"Wait a moment, Lord Mordred, there's too much information at once. I need to sort it out."

Bedwell withdrew his hand: "Also, sorry. This arm... can't be used for now."

Blackie fell silent again.

His dark golden pupils flickered slightly.

for a long time...

She finally spoke: "I think I understand now, Bedivere. Your silver arm is not Nuada's arm..."

"Your Majesty..." Bedivere's expression changed slightly, "You've discovered it?"

"Well, if I couldn't even discover something like this, it would certainly damage my reputation as a king."

"I see..."

Bedivere nodded with a wry smile: "As expected of the King, even Merlin's disguise could not fool you."

Blackie suddenly raised his voice: "Of course!"

"Your fingers are full of spoons and forks, and your arms are covered in napkins—this clumsy disguise can't fool my eyes at all!"

Bedivere: What the hell?

"Modred, twist his finger off!"

"Yes, Father!"

Mordred grasped Bedivere's arm.

"There's a fork and a spoon inside the middle finger!"

Mo turned the middle finger off Bedivere's Silver Arm, leaving him stunned.

"Wow, there really is one! Father!"

Mordred gasped in surprise.

"The thumb is a Swiss Army knife."

Little Mo pulled Bedwell's thumb off.

"found it."

There are also sticky notes on the back of my hand.

"Ah."

"In addition, there were ballpoint pens, toilet paper, and a lighter..."

"Found them! They're all here."

Mo found a bunch of things on Bedwell's arm.

"ah...?"

Bedwell is now preoccupied with one question.

"Merlin, what exactly did you put on the Silver Arm?!"

Chapter 189 Lancelot's Attack!

The situation Chaldea is currently facing is not too dire.

Although they had completely offended the Holy City, they were bound to be enemies sooner or later, so it didn't matter if they were offended to death.