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Chapter 72: O Silver Arm, Take Up Thy Sword
🕑 Added 2025-03-31 03:01:02 +0000 UTC~Projection of All Worlds~
"Is he teaching Mash? Although I don’t want to admit it, what he said is correct!"
"On the battlefield, not seeing your opponent as an enemy is simply like not taking them seriously!"
“Isn’t his protection excessive? As long as the sun doesn’t set, he has the blessing of a saint and remains invincible?!”
"Is this why he’s called the Sun Knight?! But how can someone who just massacred civilians be called a knight?"
~Nanatsu No Taizai World~
"When he draws his sword, does sunlight come out? No wonder he’s called the Sun Knight!"
Escanor’s voice was filled with excitement as he watched the screen. The idea of a knight whose power was tied to the sun resonated deeply with him.
"If only this sword could pair with me, wouldn’t that be perfect?! Though I doubt it could handle the brilliance of my Sunshine!"
Escanor’s laughter boomed, his pride shining as brightly as the sun itself. As the Lion’s Sin of Pride, his own power was tied to the sun, and the thought of wielding a weapon that complemented his abilities was tantalizing.
"A Sun Knight, you say? Hah! If only he could witness the true might of the Lion’s Sin of Pride!"
His words were filled with his trademark confidence, his tone playful yet boastful. To Escanor, the idea of a sun-based sword was not just intriguing—it was a natural extension of his own greatness.
~A Certain Magical Index World~
"Ah!!"
Misaka Mikoto’s voice was filled with disbelief as she stared at the screen. The image of Gawain, the Sun Knight, clashed violently with the historical records she had studied.
"This can't be right! The book clearly recorded him as an excellent knight, but how did that holy Sun Knight become so corrupted? Could history have gotten it wrong?"
She quickly flipped through the pages of her book, her brow furrowed in confusion. The Gawain in the video was a far cry from the noble knight described in the texts.
~Re: Zero − Starting Life in Another World~
~Felt's Camp~
"The Sun’s blessing?! How fascinating! I think I have something similar."
Sword Saint Reinhard’s voice was filled with curiosity as he watched the screen, his blue eyes reflecting the glow of the projection. His own abilities were tied to numerous Divine Blessings, and the idea of a sun-based power intrigued him.
"Though I suppose my blessings are a bit different... Still, it’s fascinating to see how similar concepts manifest in other worlds."
His expression grew thoughtful. Reinhard was always eager to learn and understand new things, and the idea of parallel powers in different realms was no exception.
However, as the scene shifted to show the Sun Knight’s actions—particularly the harm inflicted on innocent civilians—Reinhard’s expression softened, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"To wield such power... and yet use it against the innocent... How tragic."
His voice was calm but carried a weight of disappointment. As the Sword Saint, Reinhard believed deeply in the duty of a knight to protect and serve. Seeing someone with such noble abilities act in a way that contradicted those ideals was deeply disheartening to him.
"A knight’s strength should be a shield for the weak, not a weapon against them. I hope he finds his way back to the path of righteousness."
"How can someone with such power act so... recklessly?"
Felt’s voice was filled with disbelief as she watched the screen. The idea of a knight harming innocent civilians was completely foreign to her.
~Anastasia's Camp~
Julius, the Finest of Knights, stepped forward, his expression a mix of disapproval and sorrow.
"A knight who turns his blade against the innocent is no knight at all. Honor and duty are not mere titles—they are responsibilities that must be upheld, no matter the cost."
His voice was firm, reflecting his unwavering commitment to the chivalric code. Julius, who prided himself on his ideals of knighthood, could not fathom how someone with such power could stray so far from their purpose.
~Crusch's Camp~
Wilhelm van Astrea, the Sword Demon, stood silently at first, his sharp eyes fixed on the screen. His weathered face showed no emotion, but his voice carried a quiet intensity when he finally spoke.
"Power without discipline is a dangerous thing. A knight who forgets his duty is no better than a beast with a blade."
Wilhelm’s words were heavy with experience. As a former knight who had seen the horrors of war and the consequences of losing one’s way, he understood the weight of responsibility better than most.
Crusch Karsten, the Dragon Knight Duchess, crossed her arms, her emerald eyes narrowing as she watched the scene unfold.
"A knight’s strength is not measured by their power alone, but by how they wield it. To harm the innocent is to betray the very essence of what it means to be a knight."
Her tone was sharp and authoritative, reflecting her strong sense of justice and leadership. Crusch, who valued honor and integrity above all else, could not tolerate such a blatant disregard for the principles of knighthood.
Felix, the Blue Knight, nodded in agreement, his usual playful demeanor replaced by uncharacteristic seriousness.
"A knight’s duty is to protect, not to harm. To see someone abuse their power like this... it’s heartbreaking."
His voice was soft but carried a deep sense of disappointment. Felix, who dedicated his life to healing and protecting others, could not understand how someone could use their strength to cause harm.
~Type-Moon World, Throne of Heroes~
“Sire Gawain! There’s no need to unleash Noble Phantasms on a little girl!”"
The group of knights buzzed with discussion, their voices filled with disapproval. Gawain’s actions seem excessive, even for a battle-hardened knight.
"Don’t you see that shield..."
Gawain turned to one of the knights, his expression serious.
"If I’m not mistaken... That shield belongs to the pure knight Galahad!"
The mention of Galahad silenced the room. Galahad, the son of Lancelot and one of the purest knights of the Round Table, was a figure of immense respect.
"Galahad! The son of Lancelot from the Knights of the Round Table..."
The knights exchanged glances, their earlier criticism replaced by a sense of awe. If Mash was wielding Galahad’s shield, then her presence on the battlefield was no accident.
【 An intense ring of fiery light erupted from Gawain's tattoo, sweeping forward. A blinding white light filled the screen, striking Mash’s shield!
The momentum didn’t falter, burning a circle into the ground. Flames shot out, incinerating all the surrounding civilians almost instantly!
"A...!!" In that moment, cries of pain echoed from the civilians before they turned to ashes.
"How could this happen...!" Mash collapsed to the ground, holding her shield. She looked around at the vanished civilians, bowed her head deeply, and felt immense self-blame inside.
Fujimaru Ritsuka held the injured child he had saved, turned toward Gawain, and shouted angrily: "Why did you do this?"
Gawain, still calm, pointed his Sword of Revolving Victory at Mash: "We are the guardians of a thousand-year-old kingdom! The knights of the Round Table!"
"Only those chosen by the king deserve to live! Eliminate humans without survival value. It’s that simple."
Looking at the bodies scattered everywhere, Fujimaru Ritsuka grew even angrier.
What kind of reason is this?!
"Some people came seeking YOUR help! Aren’t you supposed to be the hope for these people, the knights of the Round Table?!" 】
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~Type-Moon World, Throne of Heroes~
At this moment, Gawain’s heart was heavy with self-reproach. He knew he had unleashed Noble Phantasms indiscriminately upon civilians, his actions driven by a twisted sense of duty. Clenching his fists tightly, his thoughts screamed in anguish:
"Someone, anyone, hurry and stop me...!"
His mind was a storm of guilt and regret. The once-proud Sun Knight, who had sworn to protect the weak, now found himself drowning in the consequences of his own actions.
"This is not who we are..."
Lancelot’s voice was filled with regret as he watched the scene unfold. The Knight of the Lake, who had once been consumed by his own guilt, understood the pain of losing one’s way.
"We were meant to be protectors, not executioners. Gawain... what happened to you?"
The other knights of the Round Table also felt remorse, their hearts heavy with the weight of their failure.
"What kind of ridiculous reason is this? Eliminating humans without survival value?!"
The question hung in the air, a bitter reminder of how far they had strayed from their ideals.
"Whether or not someone has value isn’t something we can decide!!"
The words were a plea, a desperate attempt to reclaim the honor they had lost. The knights knew they had failed not just the people they were meant to protect but also themselves.
~Type-Moon World, Fourth Holy Grail War Worldline~
"Sire Gawain!"
Artoria’s voice was filled with anguish as she watched the screen. The sight of one of her most loyal knights becoming so devoid of humanity was almost too much to bear.
She wanted to intervene, to reach out and pull him back from the brink, but she was powerless. Her hands clenched into fists, her heart torn between her duty as a king and her love for her knights.
"How could it come to this...?"
Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but the pain in her words was unmistakable. Artoria had always believed in the ideals of knighthood—justice, honor, and protection of the weak.
To see Gawain, the Sun Knight, fall so far from those ideals was a devastating blow.
【 Just as Gawain swung his Sword of Revolving Victory down, a silver knight clad in white robes appeared before Fujimaru Ritsuka, blocking the attack with his sword!
Seeing this knight suddenly appear, Gawain’s previously calm face shows surprise: "Sire Bedivere!! Why are you here?!"
"You’re part of the Knights of the Round Table! Are you betraying the king?!"
Bedivere, standing firm against Gawain, responded sternly: "If the Knights of the Round Table have fallen into evil ways, then I cannot refuse to act!"
Then Bedivere once again channeled the power stored within Airgetlám!
"O, Silver Arm, Take Up Thy Sword!"
(Switch On - Airgetlam)
A dazzling golden light reappeared in his hands. He turned, and a massive golden-yellow ocean converged into the shape of a sword, clashing with Gawain’s Sword of Revolving Victory!
"Boom ——!" An explosive sound reverberated, followed by a burst of white light. The terrifying heat rapidly spread in all directions.
As Bedivere gritted his teeth and roared furiously, Gawain’s Sword of Revolving Victory was instantly suppressed. Gawain himself was uncontrollably pushed back!
A moment later, Gawain sat half-collapsed on the ground, looking ahead in disbelief: "You were able to push me back!!"
On the other side, Bedivere’s condition worsened! He could barely stand upright, his face turning extremely pale. Moreover, a smell akin to burning emanated from his body!
"Does this smell mean he’s burning? Not just his arm, but internally!" Mash rushed over to support Bedivere, discovering his abnormality!
Afterward, the group decided to retreat. During the day, Gawain couldn’t be defeated. Then, using Da Vinci’s tool, they attacked the sealed White Chalk Wall gate!
"Boom ——" The gate was instantly shattered. With a burst of white light, even the unsuspecting Gawain couldn’t help but close his eyes. Taking this opportunity, the group escaped! 】
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~Type-Moon World, Throne of Heroes~
"Phew~ you did a great job, Sire Bedivere!"
Gawain sighed inwardly, a mix of relief and self-reproach in his heart. The sight of Bedivere standing firm against the corrupted version of himself brought a strange sense of comfort.
"It would be best if the video version of me could fight and be killed by this guy—it wouldn’t be too much to ask!"
The thought was bitter but honest. Gawain knew he had strayed far from the ideals of knighthood, and the idea of being stopped by someone as pure-hearted as Bedivere felt like a form of redemption.
"Is that Sire Bedivere?! How could he repel Sire Gawain!"
Mordred’s voice was filled with incredulity as she watched the screen. The idea of Bedivere, often seen as one of the more reserved and less combat-focused knights, standing up to the mighty Sun Knight was almost unbelievable.
"But... Doesn’t wielding the king’s holy sword require a great price!?"
Her tone shifted from disbelief to concern as she noticed how pale Bedivere had become. The toll of wielding the holy sword was evident, and it was clear that this power wasn’t something to be used freely.
【 "No hostile forces detected nearby, we’ve distanced ourselves from the Holy Capital, Master!" Mash reported the results of her investigation to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Now that night was approaching, everyone finally got a chance to rest momentarily. After a brief conversation, the group set their next objective.
To defeat the Lion King, relying solely on us isn’t enough. So, guided by the refugees, they headed towards Mountain Village!
Under the starlight, Bedivere reminisced about the past, gazing at the starry sky and muttering to himself: " King of Knights...!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka approached him, sitting cross-legged beside him: "Are you thinking about the Lion King? He truly is a cruel king!"
Hearing this, Sir Bedivere retorted: "No! My King is a great King!"
Hearing him say this, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn’t help but look back at him in astonishment. How could someone who massacred civilians be considered a great King?
"My King, built the White Chalk Castle Camelot! Defended against external enemies! Pacified the populace!"
"Even though I am such an unremarkable knight, he allowed me to follow him closely!" Bedivere suddenly fell silent.
"Even so, do you still want to fight?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked curiously.
"Precisely because of that! I must stop My King!" Sir Bedivere said firmly, his eyes becoming resolute.
After a night passed, the group finally arrived at Mountain Village, where masked figures clad in black cloaks, Hassan, began appearing around them.
Hassan allowed the refugees into the village but forbade the Knights of the Round Table and the Chaldea group from entering!
"Since you’ve discovered this hidden place, I can’t let you leave alive!" Hassan of the Cursed Arm pointed at the group!
Just as the battle was about to begin, the great hero Arash stepped in to resolve the conflict! Only then were they allowed to enter Mountain Village. 】
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~Type-Moon World, Fourth Holy Grail War Worldline~
“Sire Bedivere…! You aren’t completely without merit. Your gentleness, righteousness, and the very qualities of a true knight shine through you!”
Artoria’s voice was firm, her piercing green eyes fixed on the screen. Watching the seemingly self-deprecating Sir Bedivere in the video, she couldn’t help but speak up. Her words carried the weight of her respect and admiration for her most loyal knight.
"I am definitely not some great King...!"
Her voice softened, a hint of regret creeping into her tone. Artoria’s thoughts turned inward, her desire to obtain the Holy Grail and change the past burning stronger than ever.
~Throne of Heroes~
"Sire Bedivere, aren’t you being too harsh on yourself...!"
Agravain’s voice broke the silence, his usual stern demeanor softened by concern, his eyes fixed on the screen.
“If you truly had no merits, how could you have become one of the Knights of the Round Table?”
His words were direct but carried a deep sense of respect. Agravain, who often prioritized logic and duty, recognized the value of Bedivere’s unwavering loyalty and kindness.
“But our king is indeed a great king! You’re absolutely right about that.”
Tristan shook his head slightly, his tone calm but firm.
Gawain nodded in agreement, his golden eyes reflecting the glow of the projection.
The other Knights of the Round Table also nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of respect and admiration.
