Everything According to His Majesty's Will

Meanwhile, in the office of the intelligence department of Imperial Mystery Bureau, which was Agravain's room, a thunderous crash echoed as the alloy door was blasted open.

Someone stormed in with evident anger, walked right up to Agravain, and grabbed his collar.

"Agravain!"

Logically, this situation happening in this kind of important room should have triggered some defense mechanisms, but in reality, there were none.

Agravain just calmly set down the overly viscous coffee in his hand.

"Lady Morgan." He looked calmly at the woman before him. "What brings you here?"

"What brings me here?! You dare to ask me that?! "

Morgan le Fay hovered on the brink of laughter.

"You! You've placed His Majesty in that situation, and now the entire city of Tokyo is spiraling out of control. And you still ask me what brings me here?!"

With those words, her lightsaber pressed against Agravain's throat.

"I'm granting you one minute to provide me a reason not to end your life."

"It's an order from His Majesty."

"Lies!"

Agravain detected the scent of burnt aroma like roasted meat at his neck, yet his expression remained unchanged. He gripped the blade of the lightsaber at his throat with his hand, preventing it from advancing any further.

"It's not a lie. This is a plan that His Majesty and I jointly devised, a plan to solve a problem that has plagued the Empire for over a thousand years in one fell swoop."

"You... used His Majesty as bait?! Are you out of your mind!"

Hearing Agravain's reasoning, Morgan didn't feel relieved or puzzled by the answer. On the contrary, she felt a strong sense of absurdity.

Killing him wasn't an immediate option, but the next moment, she clenched her teeth and pinned Agravain's hand to the table.

"You! You bastard! This is treason against the Empire! This is betrayal!"

If it were fifteen hundred years ago, Agravain would have found Morgan's talk about loyalty amusing and nonsense. But now was the end of the 20th century, and discussing such matters was meaningless in itself.

Agravain only gazed at Morgan calmly with an expressionless face as he spoke the reason:

"We've been searching for those Dead Apostle Ancestors for hundreds of years. We've eradicated countless ordinary Dead Apostles, destroyed their secret bases, and wiped out their remaining regular forces. We've had the upper hand in the war against them. We've captured their Ancestors and even had some surrender willingly.

Yet we've never been able to completely eliminate them, not once. Without eliminating them completely, we can't rest easy or proceed with the next plan of space exploration. Once humanity makes progress in space, our power will disperse further, and our control on Earth will diminish. Trying to eradicate the vampires will become an impossible task.

They'll become tumors on the body of humanity. Incurable tumors—and that's the best-case scenario. The worst-case scenario is due to the hindrance of the vampires, we'll never touch the footsteps of space. We'll be forever trapped on Earth. Humanity will have no future."

"And?! What does that matter?! Do you think I care about that kind of bullshit?!"

If it were someone else, Agravain's words might have had an impact. But the one who was currently boiling with rage was Morgan.

Morgan didn't give a damn about humanity, the empire, or whatever. From start to finish, she cared only about one person—Artorius.

"Does Lady Morgan think I can influence His Majesty's decision?"

Agravain's words left Morgan speechless.

"His Majesty is willing to sacrifice for the empire's future. Because he's the emperor, the ruler of humanity."

Ignoring the injury on his palm, Agravain said each word deliberately.

"We can dispatch—"

"—If we send too many troops, they won't fall for it."

Agravain interrupted Morgan's words and then continued:

"White Wing Lord, Trhvmn Ortenrosse, turned into a cunning and cowardly scum during the millennium-long war. He wouldn't act or reveal himself unless he believed he had the upper hand.

For this reason, His Majesty and I carefully controlled the number of troops around Tokyo, creating an atmosphere of indifference. His Majesty personally appeared, predicting and foreshadowing the final battle.

We controlled and manipulated our Servants, intentionally simulating internal strife and betrayal. His Majesty did everything to subdue and use them. Meanwhile, I arranged for our people to get close to them, allowing us to gather valuable information.

Everything leads up to this moment—the chance to completely remove the tumor—the vampires that have plagued humanity for so long."

"But if His Majesty sacrifices himself, it's all in vain..." Morgan interjected.

"You can trust me on this, Lady Morgan."

Amid the periodic sound of sizzling, Agravain withdrew his hand from the blade of the lightsaber. With the use of magecraft, his injuries swiftly healed.

"The empire hasn't fallen to the point where His Majesty faces such danger." Agravain spoke confidently, "Everything is under control. The safety of His Majesty is still our top priority. From start to finish, everything is according to His Majesty's will."

"Words that anyone can say." Morgan retorted irritatedly.

"The dimensional gate is prepared, the Knights of Punishment and the Knights of Redemption are all in position." Agravain said, "Trust me on my loyalty to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor."

"..."

"Hmph, that doesn't sound like something a person who would use the emperor as bait would say."

Although she was mostly convinced by Agravain's words, Morgan didn't change her attitude towards him.

"I know."

Agravain said calmly.

"Regardless of the reasons, it won't change my actions. I will take responsibility for my actions."

"Responsibility?" Morgan sneered, "Enter the Throne of Empire and embark on the next cycle? Do you really think death is a punishment?"

"Of course not." Agravain replied calmly, "I will join the Knights of Redemption."

"..."

Hearing him say this, even though Morgan had known that this man was capable of ruthlessness, she couldn't help but pause. Then she said nothing more. She just snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Knowing what you're doing is enough."

By now, she no longer worried about the Dragon Emperor's safety.

===

Back to Tokyo.

'It's a trap.'

After a moment of daze, Crimson Moon quickly confirmed this fact after examining the expression on the Dragon Emperor's face.

'Should we retreat? Damn it!'

In an instant, Crimson Moon attempted teleportation to retreat. She confirmed that this 'Bounded Field' not only isolated communication between the inside and outside of the Empire's side but also isolated the side of the vampires.

Was this intentional on the part of the Dead Apostles, or had the Empire intervened?

If it was the latter, then wasn't she caught in a trap from the start?

The notion didn't sit well with her.

Crimson Moon's expression grew grim as she thought that conclusion. She turned abruptly, her gaze falling on the White Wing Lord by her side, catching him off guard.

"You fool!"

"?" Trhvmn was taken aback by the scolding out of nowhere.

At the same time, Artorius waved his hand.

"The enemies are in place, we can start closing the net, right, Merlin?"

"Of course, Your Majesty~"

Beside Artorius, where there had been no one just a moment before, the Mage of Flower appeared amid the storm of flower petals.

"Everything is proceeding just as you wished, Your Majesty~"

"The bounded field has been set up, Your Majesty."

Beside Merlin, another voice of man resounded.

Compared to the frivolous tone of Merlin, who was summoned as Caster, Zepia Eltnam Atlasia, serving as both Merlin's Master and the director of Atlas Academy, spoke with even greater solemnity and respect to the emperor.

"No one can leave Tokyo." Zepia continued.

"It's a trap you fool!"

Seeing Trhvmn still looking confused like a fool, Crimson Moon couldn't hold back any longer and yelled at him in anger.

With no other choice, Crimson Moon decided to dash toward the Dragon Emperor.

However, in the next second, from the sky, from behind, and from the side; she was attacked from three unexpected directions.

Attacking her were three individuals.

From the sky came a reddish beam that seemed to tear the very fabric of space at a rapid pace. It came from the Sword of Rupture—Ea, wielded by the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh.

From behind, the Demonic Sword—True Demon Neardark, was completely unleashed by the Sixth Dead Apostle Ancestor, Black Knight Strout.

From the side was Shuten-douji, with the Holy Sword—Dragon Emperor Touch, given by Artorius.

===

New fanfiction.

FATE: The Man with Divine Keys

Synopsis:

This is the end of the Age of Gods, the beginning of the Age of Man. This is... Britain.

In order to save Britain from its fated destruction, the adopted son of Scathach embarked on a path known as a hero with his Divine Keys.

"Next, I'm going to unleash a badass attack. Let's see who's the lucky one to face it."

Arkhan wore an innocent smile on his face as he held the burning Might of An-Utu in his hand and looked at the trembling gods before him.