Chapter 28: The Battle Cry Against The Usurper King
Seeing the prompt to make a choice, Noah laughed.
If you constantly forced real people to answer multiple-choice questions, he believed even the most accomplished exam-taker would eventually go mad.
But when encountering multiple-choice scenarios in simulations... Noah wouldn't hesitate at all.
Choose one option this time, pick another next time.
After learning the outcomes of each choice, he might even create original answers based on the gathered information.
Turn your multiple-choice questions into fill-in-the-blanks!
Compared to this decision, Noah was more intrigued by how the 'Pillar of Light' or rather Rhongomyniad's will addressed him.
Star's Musician...
One must remember—this was the Type-Moon universe.
Here, the 'Star' was alive.
Therefore, anything prefixed with 'Star' couldn't be a simple designation... especially when coming from an ancient existence like Rhongomyniad.
After all, titles of gods and heroes from the Age of Gods always carried profound meanings—representing either their destiny or identity, never randomly given or casually used.
Those ancient beings wouldn't treat 'Star' as a joke.
Thus, the meaning behind 'Star's Musician' inevitably made Noah ponder... compounded by how his ability to understand Rhongomyniad's voice in the simulation connected with his innate comprehension of this land's language.
This reminded Noah that to become a highly unified leader during the Age of Gods, one must inherently possess mystery.
So it appeared now that the mystery enabling him to become Britain's king was likely this very quality...
Noah originally thought his transmigration advantage was the Life Simulation System, but now it seemed his inherent identity wasn't as simple as he'd assumed.
However, such matters couldn't be resolved through contemplation alone.
Even if he wanted to investigate, it wouldn't be accomplished overnight, nor could he proceed openly... Well, at least not before understanding what this title truly represented.
Thus, he could only set this matter aside for now.
Noah composed himself and continued reading.
[You pondered briefly but without hesitation, having long contemplated such questions]
[Just as you admire Roman yet hold numerous reservations about Solomon]
[For this question, you already possessed an answer]
["Human"]
["I choose to live as a human"]
[You gave your answer, and the 'Pillar of Light' ceased trembling and began shrinking, until its true form, the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, appeared in your hand]
[The moment you grasped the Holy Lance, you could feel thirteen layers of restraints upon it, though you also sensed that if you insisted on using the Left Hand of God—Gandálfr to activate it, these restraints could be temporarily released when you truly desired to unlock them]
[This seemed to signify that a god could fully master the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad's power, while choosing humanity would impose numerous limitations and constraints]
[You became aware of this, yet felt no regret for your choice. After all, the one who could truly wield the Holy Lance's power with complete freedom was not you as a god, but the divine spirit named Rhongomyniad.]
[You were satisfied with this gain. With the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad in your possession, you felt Vortigern was no longer an insurmountable threat.]
[Merlin, however, was astonished to learn that the Pillar of Light maintaining the world's surface was actually a weapon. Yet he didn't question how you came by this knowledge, for many heroes of this era possessed unique traits. Since you had surpassed both his and King Uther's plans to become King Arthur, he wasn't surprised you had your own peculiarities.]
[Merlin brought you back to Camelot.]
[Scáthach, seeing you had obtained the Holy Lance, challenged you once more.]
[No longer constrained by your weapons, you wielded the Sword in the Stone in one hand and the Holy Lance in the other, displaying your martial prowess at its peak. Even Scáthach found herself suppressed by you.]
[Yet despite being at a disadvantage, Scáthach couldn't be completely defeated.]
[Moreover, the world of the living wasn't her true domain—the Land of Shadows was, and she possessed the ability to open its gates.]
[But she understood that you still had your own destiny to fulfill, making this an inopportune time for a decisive battle. After confirming she was no match for you in the world of the living, her anticipation for you grew, and she made a second pact with you.]
[After you completed King Arthur's mission and embraced death, she would await you before her own demise, challenging you at the gates of the realm of death. There, she hoped you would be the one to kill her.]
[Until then, she would continue honoring your agreement, assisting you as a Knight of the Round Table.]
[You agreed.]
Seeing Scáthach still so intent on death, Noah said nothing.
He understood well that for Scáthach, this had become something akin to a curse, an obsession.
You could never persuade her with words alone.
Or rather, as a pure warrior at heart, no amount of reasoning could make Scáthach change her course.
You had to defeat her.
If you could make her yield wholeheartedly, then whatever you said would be right.
If not, no logic could sway her resolve.
All you could do was agree for now.
And wait until you had truly surpassed Scáthach.
But if you wished not to kill her, the power required wouldn't merely be enough to defeat her...
To achieve that, you would need to overcome not just her curse, but her very death.
If you could accomplish that, then even Scáthach would have no grounds for refusal.
[You established the Knights of the Round Table.]
[You journeyed with Morgan and Scáthach to the temple in Hibernia, where you drew both a sword and a spear from the Four Treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann. With these artifacts in hand, you, alongside Scáthach and Morgan, "persuaded" the kingdoms of Hibernia.]
[After returning to Britain, you extensively developed alchemical equipment. This time, it not only armed Britain and Pictavia but also armed Hibernia. Even the Purification Knight Order was temporarily expanded to eight thousand members.]
[Once you confirmed all preparations were complete, you held a grand ceremony, summoning the Twelve Kings of Britain, the King of Pictavia, and the various kings of Hibernia. While raising the royal banner high, you declared yourself the King of Britain, Pictavia, and Hibernia.]
[This was your proclamation to all the people, and also the war horn you sounded toward Vortigern.]
[Following your grand ceremony, Vortigern led the Saxon barbarians to declare war on you.]