Tristan was injured. Mordred would be as well. The Lion King was not yet at full power. For Aslan, that meant one thing: strike now.
Hassans, despite being assassins, were perhaps the most committed fighters of all. Death was normal to them. When you fight alongside a Hassan, you can count on them to fulfill their mission, no matter the cost.
"How many active fighters do you have?" Aslan asked.
"Besides me," Arash replied, "three Hassans: Curse Arm, Serenity, and Hundred Faces."
A decent force, though only Arash could fight head-on.
On the enemy's side remained Gawain, Lancelot, and Agravain. All were uninjured and dangerous.
Gawain, with his eternal blessing, was at peak power day or night. Lancelot had enhanced defense. And Agravain—a mere civil official? In the original storyline, he killed Lancelot through sheer will and madness.
Still, Aslan thought, if I can take Gawain down quickly, we might win in one decisive strike.
"I plan to attack Camelot before they recover," Aslan declared.
Arash nodded thoughtfully. "The next Holy Selection is soon. Blending in with the crowd may be our best shot."
Aslan grinned. "Better yet, what if I record the Selection? Broadcast it to every town still under the illusion that the Lion King will save them?"
Arash blinked. "Live broadcast?"
"Exactly. If people see the truth, they may stop blindly walking to their deaths. Even if our assault fails, we save lives."
Aslan had forged his own Gundam. A drone camera was nothing.
"Amazing!" Arash said. "I didn't expect a hero like you to understand such tech."
Aslan simply smiled. He hadn't the heart to explain that he'd never been in a Holy Grail War.
"Time is short," Hassan warned. "Tomorrow evening is the Selection. Can you build the device in time?"
In response, Aslan tapped a stone with his hammer, carved some fairy words, and forged a drone in moments.
Hassan bowed. "Forgive my doubt, Lord Aslan. We will follow your plan. The village youths can operate the devices."
The rebels began blending in with refugee groups heading toward Camelot.
Arash suddenly stopped. He aimed his bow toward the sky. A few crows flew off.
"Crows...? Was that just my imagination, or were we being watched?"
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