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

Under the sun, the sea of clouds was swept clean.

With no aid from the Holy Grail, Alaric unleashed a Noble Phantasm using only his own magical energy—a display of overwhelming power.

There was no time to marvel at the Noble Phantasm's might; the next step was to rush to the battlefield—

The Knight of the Sun—Gawain!

Upon seeing the blazing sun move visibly across the sky, Alaric knew the signal had succeeded in attracting Gawain, who had been waiting outside the mountain range. Gawain was on his way.

High-level plans often employ simple methods.

And simplicity is the hallmark of efficiency.

Having activated the ultimate trump card—the Sun Knight Gawain—Alaric didn't linger atop the mountain. He scanned the surrounding nameless peaks briefly before leaving.

The clouds drifted lazily as if all the battles in the mountain valleys below hadn't disturbed the grandeur of the vast range. Only the blazing flames reaching skyward spoke of the battle's brutality.

Seeing nothing unusual, Alaric transformed into a crimson bolt of lightning and darted straight into the mountain valley!

The crimson lightning raced down sheer cliffs, shattering rocks into a shower of fragments.

Boom!

Amid the thunderous noise, Alaric decelerated and landed steadily before Mordred and Tristan.

"That's it?"

Mordred hadn't seen what had happened—only that Alaric, who had left barely a minute ago, had returned dramatically.

"Yes, that's it. Sir Gawain has noticed the signal and is on his way. The sun has already begun to move—"

Alaric looked to the sky. Even from this valley, one could see the majestic blue heavens and the radiant sun.

"So, what are we waiting for?"

Mordred stretched, her armor clinking melodiously.

Whether Gawain joined or not didn't matter to Mordred. She was eager to unleash her fury in the battle.

"Sir Tristan, where to next?"

Alaric turned to Tristan, who stood nearby, surveying the labyrinthine mountain paths.

This area's complex terrain, coupled with the battlefield's devastation, had caused them to lose track of Lancelot. This forced Alaric to ascend the mountain peak to release the signal summoning Gawain, while Tristan searched for Lancelot's trail. Mordred, meanwhile, waited impatiently for the slaughter to begin.

"There's been some progress—"

Tristan's voice called distantly, signaling for Alaric and Mordred to follow.

Looking toward Tristan, Alaric saw a valley carved by what seemed like an enormous blade. The cliffs on both sides were steep and painted in blood.

The group moved deeper into the valley without delay. As they advanced, more and more corpses appeared along their path—most intact, each slain with a single, decisive strike.

From the clean cuts, Alaric could almost imagine Lancelot's calm demeanor as he effortlessly dispatched these foes.

For the renowned strongest knight, Lancelot, these enemies were mere trivialities.

Several minutes later, as the number of corpses dwindled, they began to hear new sounds from outside the valley—icy clashes of steel!

Clang!

Clang!

The rapid, storm-like clash of swords reverberated through the air, shaking even the atmosphere.

Familiar flames appeared before Alaric and Mordred: a vast platform nestled within the valley, a natural masterpiece carved by time.

Amidst the flickering flames, a colossal shadow roared thunderously.

It was yet another fire-breathing dragon, stronger than the one they had encountered earlier—perhaps the final form of dragon!

The terrifying magical energy raised the air temperature to several hundred degrees, eradicating any sign of life. The purple flames seemed as though they could burn the world itself.

What truly caught their attention, however, was a figure within the sea of fire.

Slash!

A cold gleam tore through the flames, and an arm holding a sword flew high into the air, reduced to ash within moments.

The one wielding the sword was none other than Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake!

His opponents were the nameless dragon and three unidentified Servants.

Alaric even spotted one of the Servants he had fought before, now losing an arm to Lancelot with overwhelming precision.

What had once overpowered Alaric was utterly ineffective against Lancelot.

Lancelot fought alone, facing multiple adversaries in the cursed, frenzied sea of flames—and still dominated!

Even the combination of a dragon spawned from countless chimeras and three powerful Servants posed no threat to Lancelot.

"Where's the Lionheart?"

Alaric didn't immediately enter the fray but scanned the area for the figure most deserving of his attention—the Lionheart King.

Mordred, however, couldn't wait any longer. Upon seeing Lancelot and the enemies, she grinned and shouted:

"Lancelot! Stop wasting time!"

Boom!

Before her words faded, Mordred charged like a bull, tearing through the flames with ferocious force. She slammed into the dragon with such power that it was hurled into the mountainside!

Tristan followed suit, plucking his bowstring to extinguish vast swathes of fire. Having previously fought a dragon, Tristan now aimed at the flames themselves, nullifying their effects with precision.

The sound of his bowstring dominated the battlefield, severing the air and even fracturing the surrounding cliffs.

"Oh? So it's you, Mordred,"

Lancelot greeted casually as he deflected a Servant's attack, and noticed Tristan approaching.

"It seems our plan has failed. The Lionheart King laid heavy traps here—we'll need Sir Gawain sooner than expected. Where is Sir Alaric?"

Obstructed by the flames, Lancelot couldn't spot Alaric at the edge of the battlefield.

"Sir Gawain is on his way, and Sir Alaric remains outside the flames,"

Tristan called back while battling another Servant, unable to reunite with Lancelot.

Mordred's sudden assault had deprived the enemies of their strongest advantage. With the three remaining injured Servants, they stood no chance against Lancelot and the others.

The tide of the battle had shifted entirely.

Thus, three legendary Knights of the Round Table—Lancelot, Mordred, and Tristan—joined forces once more to fight on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Alaric, standing outside the inferno, continued observing. Until the Lionheart King appeared, he had no intention of entering the fray.

To Alaric, the combined might of Lancelot, Mordred, and Tristan was already overwhelming—more than enough to crush their opponents.

'Where's Alaika?'

Besides the Lionheart King, Alaric was also searching for the magus Alaika.

Although Lancelot's chivalry ensured Alaika's safety, the intensity of the battle would make it impossible for him to watch over her.