Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"Well done. I can always count on you for things like this."

Harumura Makoto slightly raised his head and reached out to pat Erika's head as a reward.

Of course, Mariya Yuri and Liliana weren't left out either.

After all, he wasn't a man who would favor one over the other.

His original purpose in going to England was to seize the fragment of the Magic Holy Grail and return it to Guinevere, so that the Holy Grail in her hands would become complete again, and be used to summon the Last King.

So his presence wasn't necessary.

On the contrary, if he were there, it might make Guinevere hesitate and not dare to accept the fragment of the Magic Holy Grail.

Now, he directly used spatial teleportation to send the fragment of the Magic Holy Grail into Erika's hands.

And made it clear that he had not yet left England.

Guinevere, who was eager to revive the Last King, would definitely not be able to resist and would gamble on taking the fragment of the Magic Holy Grail away.

"Please get in the car first, Your Majesty!"

"There are many things you need to know these past two days."

Liliana took the lead in opening the back door of the car, interrupting this not-so-warm greeting.

The car drove on the road, and there weren't many vehicles on the street.

It could even be described as sparse.

This was very abnormal, because this wasn't some countryside in Japan, this was Tokyo, the largest city in Japan.

Normally, heavy traffic would be the norm.

Harumura Makoto supported his left cheek with one hand, turned his head, and looked out the window.

Although it was almost autumn, it was clearly not the time for leaves to fall. The originally tall and lush tree crowns were showing a dilapidated brownish-yellow color from top to bottom, as if their life had been sucked away.

"It looks like it's only a matter of three or four days."

"Is it the Last King?"

Liliana frowned beautifully and asked Harumura Makoto curiously.

"This is a 'sign'."

Harumura Makoto answered irrelevantly, changing the subject.

"You should know, right? The so-called steel is born from the earth, and becomes stronger by squeezing the life of the Mother Earth. Among them, the Last King is the most outstanding of all steel. His very appearance will bring terrible disasters to the earth."

"--The hero who only aims to annihilate the Demon King, his appearance is already a disaster for the earth itself."

The loss of vitality of plants is just an appetizer brought by Rama. When the end comes, with volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, and other natural disasters striking together, that will be the real doomsday.

The Last King, merely standing on the earth, will cause the world to lose its vitality.

This is also why he is the most hated enemy of all Mother Earths - of course, those Mother Earths who have been tamed by steel, shamelessly serve and dedicate their lives are not included.

Saya-no-miya Kaoru, who was driving, suddenly felt a shaking in her head, almost hitting the steering wheel directly.

You need to know that this is an earthquake, a typhoon, and an explosion.

Basically, they are the most terrifying types of natural disasters. Even if it's not an unruly god causing trouble, just ordinary natural disasters are not something this country can resist.

Now, this country seems to be finished.

Putting these things in the center, this country can honestly announce its demise.

...

Tokyo, the former site of Nishikoyama, where the world-renowned heroes are gathering.

Guinevere followed behind Lancelot, half a step behind. In the face of her master's strong and sharp "steel" divinity, the closer the fallen Ancestor God of the Mother Earth got, the more uncomfortable she felt.

But she still stared at the hero sitting on the top of the mountain with excitement and joy.

He looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, with pale blue, fragmented hair. Etched on his upright and handsome face like rust were the experience of countless battles and unrecoverable exhaustion.

He was wrapped in a blue poncho and long pants, as well as a pure white cloak.

His divine weapon, the "Sword of Salvation", was inhabited by a dazzling white-golden light, but the hero threw it aside like garbage, while he himself watched the greenery around him constantly disappearing because of him.

"My King!"

Guinevere lowered her excited voice.

"Guinevere congratulates you on your awakening once again. This world has become the most ferocious era, with the ever-changing Pluto of North America, the martial arts master of the Middle Kingdom, the Queen of the Demon Cave, the wielder of the magic sword in Southern Europe, the swift nobleman, the Wolf King of Europe, and the most powerful King who manipulates the sun. There are already seven Demon Kings in this world, each with extraordinary skills. It is the best era for you to show your skills!"

"Ah."

The pale-haired hero emitted a monotonous syllable, his attitude towards Guinevere's words was very perfunctory.

He raised his hand, feeling the surging curse power in his body due to the filling of the Holy Grail, and the annoyance in his heart rose to another level.

But the mission is the mission. No matter how annoyed he is, his essence as a "hero" and "savior" must take responsibility and kill the rampant Demon Kings as soon as possible, so that the earth can reduce the burden of bearing him.

That's enough...

The hero sighed wearily in his heart.

He turned his head and looked at Guinevere who was staring at him.

However, this didn't seem like an inquiry, but rather like trying to find a topic for casual conversation.

"The activation of the disc is incomplete."

"Although the power has surpassed the level I should have at ordinary times, it still doesn't feel right, it's not right."

"There is no extra steel for us to use."

"I'm very sorry."

Hearing this, Guinevere said apologetically.

"Although we have already taken the Monkey King into our possession, your enemy this time is indeed very different from the past."

"So, having only the Great Sage is probably not enough."

"However, I can be used by you at any time."

Guinevere knelt on the ground, her words sincere, with the awareness of dedicating herself at any time.

As a dragon snake, she is qualified to complete the last piece of the puzzle.

"It's okay, I won't need it for the time being."

The hero interrupted Guinevere and waved his hand.

Whether the disc can be used is not within his consideration right now.

Guinevere bit her lip and retreated tactfully.

Only the armored God of War and the pale-haired hero were left on the scene.

"My King, after a long absence, are you just planning to sit here?"

Lancelot asked.

"In this country, there exists the strongest Demon King in the world."

"Although I have not yet fought him, I can judge his strength just by looking at the traces left on the scene, even your revival has his promotion."

"In order to express your gratitude to him, why don't you take him as your first opponent."

Lancelot, who had noticed something, stared at the hero intently.

"..."

The hero didn't express his opinion and remained silent.

"You are indeed tired of fighting."

Lancelot's whisper contained sadness, and her eyes hidden in the armor were filled with pity.

She lowered her head and took off the helmet that she almost never took off, revealing a surprising appearance.

Honey-colored long hair was freed from the armor, scattering like a waterfall on the back of the God of War.

Her cheeks were as delicate as an angel, while possessing feminine softness, yet also carrying a hint of heroism.

The knight crowned with the name "Lancelot du Lac" turned out to be a young white girl hidden under the armor.

However, the hero didn't find this strange. As a former comrade, he of course knew Lancelot's true identity.

Lancelot is a god who only emerged from mythology in modern times, but even so, she would selectively forget everything except "fighting".

Only in this way can the hot blood of "steel" never fade and preserve her essence.

But the Last King is not such a god. One thousand five hundred years, no, perhaps even longer, when the Demon King was born, he had already picked up the iron sword as a hero to fight them.

Kill, sleep, kill, sleep, kill, sleep...

--After repeating countless cycles, the initial hot blood had long been worn away, and all that remained in the hero's powerful remains was exhaustion.

Yes, he is the strongest steel.

He is the hero chosen by the gods. In this world, he is the strongest existence.

If he didn't want to, how could he be trapped by a seal created by a mere Japanese god.

In fact, the current Rama is sealed willingly.

His lack of resistance is the biggest reason.

Otherwise, how could he be sealed.

He is hoping, hoping that he can be freed from this cycle.

"...Ending this generation, there is the next generation, the next generation, until this planet enters death. Such a long time and a distant, uneventful future, anyone would feel tired."

Rama shook his head and sighed.

"Knight of the Spear... no, I should call you Lancelot now."

"Reviving in the apocalypse and saving the world is my essence. Even if I crave sleep, I will never slack off in battle. Killing the Demon King is the top priority - this is the hero named 'Rama Chandra'."

Lancelot was slightly surprised.

"You would actually say your real name directly?"

In fact, when the gods placed the identity of the Last King, the savior, on Rama, his name itself no longer had any effect.

His essence has been tampered with.

His purpose of existence is the Last King, his role is the blade to stab at the Demon King.

"It's okay now."

"Just changing my mood."

Rama smiled for once.

It was really rare. At least Lancelot hadn't seen such a smile in a long time from her memories.

However.

Just as the two steel heroes were talking, the surrounding life was rapidly withering.

Even the birds regarded this space as a forbidden zone and dared not step into it.

Rama's smile quickly withered when he saw the scene in front of him.

"It's time to leave, My King."

Lancelot's voice was also somewhat unbearable.

Having been by this person's side for so many years, she had long understood this person's character.

She knew how cruel this scene was for this person.

"Yeah..."

Rama gave a wry smile, reached out and pulled out the "Sword of Salvation" beside him, and stood up.

"Even if it's not my intention, for the peace of the earth, I can only continue to fulfill my responsibilities."

He must do this.

If he doesn't, the earth will only continue to be drained of its power by him until it is completely withered and destroyed.