I don't want to be a heroic spirit

However, Artoria showed no emotion at all when facing Guinevere in this state... Only when she stuffed the pizza into her mouth did her cold golden eyes show some warmth.

It seemed that the girl in front of him, as bright and charming as Xuechun, was not as important as the food in front of him.

Guinevere looked at Altria with some resentment in her eyes, then she closed her eyes as if to say "out of sight, out of mind" and continued speaking.

"Although I am a divine ancestor with a long life span and have plenty of time, I am almost ready to put an end to this inefficient and hopeless method and try something new."

"The Last King is the prototype of King Arthur. If we leverage and amplify this connection, it's possible to summon him!"

If the King of the Last is compared to the weapon chosen by the gods to defeat the Demon King, then Guinevere is the device that allows this weapon to be unsheathed at the right time.

Whenever a God Slayer appears on this land, Guinevere will awaken the Last King with a mission to have him defeat the God Slayer.

However, compared to "suppressing all the God Slayers on earth", Guinevere seems to be more focused on "awakening the Last King".

After spending some time together, Artoria and Guinevere had a certain degree of understanding of each other. For example, Guinevere knew that Artoria did not mind destroying all the godslayers in this world, but she had never done so because fighting with the godslayers would bring disaster to the surrounding cities.

If Guinevere's goal was to eliminate all the God Slayers, she could have tried to lure those God Slayers not far from the city to a remote place and let Artoria deal with them.

After the battle with Heracles the Disobedient, Artoria defeated several more Gods of Steel. Now, her spell power alone is more than ten times that of an average God Slayer.

If strength is enough to win a battle, then she can now defeat any God Slayer quite easily, and even all the God Slayers combined cannot beat her.

But if the opponent is the King of the End...Altria still has little confidence.

Based on her vague impression, she remembered that the Last King was set to be "1000 times stronger than the protagonist in attack and 500 times stronger than the protagonist in defense."

She even suspected that this part was written by the original author while drunk.

Altria neither agreed nor rejected Guinevere's proposal, and continued to eat the eighty-ninth pizza she ordered without caring.

Only after she finished her ninetieth pizza did she gracefully wipe her mouth and hands, staring at Guinevere with piercing eyes.

Being stared at by those oppressive eyes, Guinevere was so nervous that her whole body was tense, just like a student who handed in his homework to the teacher for inspection.

"If you wish to do so, then do so, provided the ritual to summon the god of disobedience does not require human sacrifice."

Hearing this, Guinevere was stunned for a moment, and then the joy that continued to rise from the bottom of her heart was reflected in her expression, like a tulip blooming in spring.

"Yes! Thank you!"

Clearly catching the expectation in the other person's eyes, Artoria disagreed and had no hope for Guinevere's plan.

Because she knew that the Last King himself refused to wake up, so no matter what medium Guinevere used, it would be impossible to summon the Last King, and the Last King would not respond to her call.

In the end, it was all just Guinevere's wishful thinking.

"There's no time to lose! Let's get ready! Lord King Arthur!"

With shining eyes, Guinevere slammed the table and stood up, unable to wait a moment to start the summoning ceremony. However, Altria glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, and her words were filled with majesty and reached Guinevere's ears.

"Sit down and wait for me to finish eating."

The sudden cold words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Guinevere's head, causing her to calm down immediately.

"Those who waste delicious food, die."

"Don't make me remind you a second time."

Faced with Altria's naked threat, Guinevere sat back in her seat with a pale face, and finally started to use her knife and fork to finish the food in front of her that she had not touched.

During the process, Guinevere carefully raised her eyes and glanced at Artoria. Seeing that the oppressive feeling on the other party had obviously weakened, Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

"Wuwuwu... I almost got killed for wasting food... wuwuwu..."

Looking at Guinevere who was eating delicious food with little pearls hanging from the corners of her eyes, Artoria thought that she was so moved that she cried because the food was so delicious, so she nodded with satisfaction in her heart.

It seems that Guinevere finally understands the value of delicious food, which is worthy of praise.

Why not tell her the place where the Last King Rama is sleeping soon? There seem to be at least two powerful Gods of Steel in that place, one of whom was her childhood idol.

The great Monkey King Sun Wukong was actually kept in captivity by the Japanese. This is really a disgrace to the title. We should quickly send him back to mythology.

After enjoying a very sumptuous meal, Altria also bought a bottle of Fat House Happy Water.

Ever since she became Heida, she has been addicted to junk food and fat-otaku happy water.

Pizza is certainly not junk food, but since you are in Italy, you should try the local specialties.

After that, it's time to prepare the ritual to summon the God of Disobedience.

All the preparations were handed over to Guinevere. After all, they were trying to summon the Last King, so Guinevere's enthusiasm and drive were extremely high.

~~~~~

397

Chapter 397 Father——!

On a desolate piece of land, stands a temple that was once glorious but is now in ruins. The dome is completely broken, allowing the sunlight to shine through easily. The erosion of time has left cracks on the stone pillars, and vines are climbing. The carvings that should have been neatly arranged are now only left with an empty stone platform. The wind whistles, as if telling an ancient legend.

An altar lies deep within the temple, surrounded by emptiness and silence, only the whisper of wind sweeping across the ruins. The altar itself is constructed of heavy stone slabs, the surface weathered but the center remarkably smooth. Broken stone carvings are scattered around the altar, the vaguely discernible faces revealing a solemnity and sacredness.

Altria, dressed lightly, followed Guinevere to the altar. At this moment, she was looking around the temple.

"This temple... has been severely damaged. There's almost no information left that could identify the deity it enshrines."

"That's why such a large temple has been left unattended by humans. Without the token of the gods, the temple cannot bring its owner to the world."

Guinevere patiently explained to Altria as she paced on the altar, "And this... is also convenient for us."

With the ready-made altar, Guinevere only needed to make some adjustments before she could begin the ritual of summoning the God of Disobedience.

Because the key is still the medium of Artoria.

In this world, the prototype of King Arthur is the last king Rama. In 458 AD, the last king who defeated all the godslayers of that era once used the name "Altos", which is similar in pronunciation to King Arthur's real name.

The character of King Arthur was supposed to be fictional, but by cheating fate, Altria successfully gained the world's recognition as "King Arthur".

However, the relationship between "King Arthur" and "The Last King" in this world is still close and is not affected by the appearance of Altria. Guinevere wants to summon the Last King through this connection.

everything's ready.

Altria didn't need to do anything, just stay in the center of the altar.

As Guinevere slowly stepped onto the altar, his aura became solemn and sacred. He recited the ancient prayers softly, his voice ethereal and melodious, echoing in the empty altar and interweaving with the sound of the wind, trying to awaken the long-dormant power.

Altria had always looked nonchalant, but at one moment, her lifeless eyes suddenly lit up, and confusion and solemnity filled those golden eyes.

The air around them began to vibrate, as if some invisible force was pushing them.

The ceremony is still going on.

As the prayers were recited, the flames on the altar gradually rose, and the complex and beautiful patterns on the altar also began to shine.

Artoria looked up at the sky in surprise. As a medium, she felt it most clearly... there was indeed a being that responded to the call.

The dazzling light rushed into the sky, and the entire temple seemed to come alive at this moment.

When that breath descended from a place farther than the sky, Artoria felt only disbelief.

Before the pillar of light filled with golden divinity completely disappeared, a figure suddenly rushed out from it and slammed heavily into Artoria's arms with an impact force that could smash an ordinary person into pieces.

“Father——!”

……

In the Italian pizza shop, Altria came back.

However, this time, the person following Artoria was no longer Guinevere, but another girl who looked very similar to Artoria.

Although the clever Guinevere was very curious about Mordred's identity, she left tactfully because she could see that the two of them were eager to have a chat.

Except for her hair and eye color, she looks exactly like Altria. She wears a red jacket on the outside and a super short vest on the inside that can barely cover her chest, boldly exposing her seductive belly button and large areas of snow-white skin around it. She wears super short jeans on her lower body and a pair of black leather boots on her feet. She looks very fashionable overall.

At this moment, the blonde girl was sweeping away the pizza on the table in front of her in a rather wild manner, like a whirlwind.

"Hmm? Why am I in this world?"

Mordred, his cheeks puffed out from the food in his mouth, looked at Altria in confusion, "Didn't you, my father, summon me?"

"But I didn't summon you. The cause and effect of what I wanted to summon... is too complicated. Let me first give you a general introduction to this world."

Altria also stuffed a piece of pizza into her mouth, her mind was a little confused now.

First of all... the person in front of me can be confirmed to be Mordred from Type-Moon. It seems that he was summoned to this world because of his connection with her, and it seems that he was born as the God of Disobedience.

Secondly... this Mordred seemed to have memories of the Holy Grail War in which she intervened, otherwise Mordred would have raised his sword and slashed at him, just like when he first encountered Mordred and the Lion Jie Li in the cemetery.

Regarding this world, the main thing to talk about is the God of Disobedience and the God-killer; everything else doesn't matter.

However, when Mordred heard that the King Arthur myth in this world was purely fictional, his emotions fluctuated greatly.

"What! Are you kidding me? How dare you say that my father's deeds are all fictional? What kind of world is this?!"

"In fact, in a sense, all the myths in this world are the product of people's imagination. They are the 'locks' that constrain the gods and give them form. Before myths, gods were supreme beings that could not be defined."

In stark contrast to the irritated Mordred, Altria remained calm. "So, the legend of King Arthur in this world has nothing to do with me. To me, he's just a guy with the same name as me."

"That won't do, Father! How can we allow some random person to have the same name as you?!"

"What do you want?"

Altria glanced up at Mordred and said, "Do you want to beat up the Last King?"

"Hey! As expected of you, father, you think the same as me. So, you actually want to beat up that impostor too, right?"

Mordred's face was filled with an innocent smile, as if he was happy that he and Altria had the same thoughts.

"Well..."

Altria tilted her head, poked her fork into a plate of pasta, rolled the pasta into an oversized ball, and raised a ferocious smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Honestly, my Camelot, the nobles of the Knights of the Round Table... have suddenly become a false myth, denied, and even given a new, inexplicable prototype... I'm about to explode."

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398

Chapter 398 This topic ends here.

"The God of Disobedience... So, am I also the so-called God of Disobedience now?"

Mordred roughly felt his current state. "Indeed, I'm so strong now! I feel like if I meet that tough green algae-head again, I can kill him with one punch a hundred times!"

Mordred must be talking about Achilles... But, there must be people in this world who don't obey Achilles, right?

Thinking of this, Artoria couldn't help but think of the disobedient god Cuchulainn, Medea and Hercules who came to the world because of the "fate" entangled with them. Maybe the guys related to Modred will also come to the world... such as Achilles, Karna, Chiron and so on.

Considering that the mythology of this world is extremely messed up, some guys who are supposed to be monsters will end up as gods, so who knows, maybe a Dracula or something will appear.

"Hmm...Mordred, you don't seem to be the true God of Disobedience now."

"what?"

Facing Mordred's surprised gaze, Artoria tapped her chin with the end of her silver fork and slowly explained, "You are now, seemingly, my subordinate deity... The mana you use to maintain your present world is entirely provided by me."

"Isn't that a Servant? In other words... I am the Servant summoned by you, Father?"

"That's fine if you want to understand it that way."

Altria paused, then added, "But you have to be careful. You are a god now. If you are not careful, half of the city will be gone..."

"I know, I know. Father, you're so annoying! I'm not some brat who can't even control my strength. I know what I'm doing... By the way, this thing is so delicious. I think it's called pizza, right? Especially this steak pizza, it's absolutely delicious!"

"I hope you really know what's going on... Also, the best thing is obviously this seafood pizza, okay?"

"Huh? No way! Steak pizza is much better than seafood pizza, okay?"

"Then just give me all the seafood pizza and focus on your steak pizza."

"No... Uwaaaa! Father, put my pizza down! You can't do this!"

……

Soon, Altria and Mordred paid the bill and walked out of the store.

It wasn't because they were full, but because the kitchen staff were on strike.

"Speaking of which, Father, I have been wanting to ask you this since a while ago."

Mordred circled around Altria twice, touching his chin, looking at Altria from head to toe and then from toe to head.

"Father, have you... uh... turned darker?"