This is a timeline that could potentially occur in a parallel world, or perhaps one of the myriad possibilities that might arise during the course of normal history. Perhaps it can be viewed as another story of Aslan, or maybe it is simply a magical dreamscape presenting the memories of another self to him in the form of a dream for a brief moment.
Before the golden Holy Grail, the girl wielding the Holy Sword lowered her head, believing she had not done well enough, and silently called out to the Holy Grail.
[Holy Grail, please grant my wish...]
In front of the Sword of Selection, Aslan looked helplessly at the Golden Sword before him, then looked at Merlin, who was smiling beside him, and the girl with a calm expression. He suddenly felt that this dream was a bit screwed up. He was so lucid, yet he felt that everything carried a sense of illusoriness; everything here shouldn't be able to affect him.
The texture belonging to the family bloodline within him constantly reminded him that all of this might just be an accidental image.
"That is how it is. Although I know it's somewhat inappropriate, I inexplicably agreed to Artoria's request to re-select King Arthur. I must have been influenced by some magical magecraft. It is truly worth researching. After all, I am the Court Mage; there are very few magecrafts that can influence me, especially on such a major matter, hahahahaha."
The magus wearing a white robe had a heartless smile on his face. Rather, this guy devoid of human emotions was currently gloating, wasn't he? Perhaps this development, which exceeded his expectations, was also something he was happy to see. After all, it added a magical possibility.
Looking at the heartless smile of the magus before him, Aslan instinctively raised his forging hammer and greeted the side of the magus's head viciously. Only the sound of bones shattering was heard as the smiling magus flew rapidly to the side, rolling away, the smile on his face not yet having time to retract.
Hmm...
Aslan looked at the forging hammer in his hand, a strange smile appearing on his face. In this time period, this bastard magus before him hadn't yet undergone the baptism of his forging hammer's constant beating. The bones of this bastard magus right now didn't possess the hardness of metal yet, so what he heard was the sound of bones shattering, not the sound of metal colliding. This sensation was truly too nostalgic.
Aslan walked over to the magus, who was lying on the ground rubbing his face while complaining about Aslan's heavy hand. Aslan raised the forging hammer in his hand, enlarging it, then stepped on the bastard magus's head with one foot. He raised the forging hammer high with the other hand; at this moment, the forging hammer looked just like a golf club.
"Listen to me, Aslan... This really isn't my business. But if I don't let you vent your anger, we can't continue, right? So, please be a bit gentler..."
Aslan used the forging hammer to gently mark an "X" on the back of Merlin's head, then raised the hammer. Actually, it didn't matter if he hit a bit harder. The former him was always worried: What if I really kill this guy? But after experiments over long years, Aslan finally understood—
With this piece of trash before him, he could act with peace of mind. As the saying goes, "a scourge lasts a thousand years." The scourge before him... hmm... probably had a vitality even more tenacious than a cockroach.
Ah da—!!
Accompanying the sound of bones shattering once again, Merlin's figure tumbled several times in mid-air before crashing onto the ground.
Only then did Aslan put away his forging hammer. He turned his gaze to his cheap cousin and sighed heavily. "I didn't expect that in a certain world line, you would actually realize such a wish... I just hope you won't regret it."
Anyway, this should be a dreamscape connected by some world line. He could be considered someone who had experienced it once. Although the weapons and equipment hadn't returned to his hands or been forged yet at this time, it didn't matter. Having completed it once and having been honed by endless years, he could prepare all his weapons and equipment completely within a short time.
Wasn't it just completing the transition between the Age of Gods and the Age of Man in Great Britain? Wasn't it just retiring directly at the most glorious moment? Very well, he would just go for a "Speed Run" mode!
He reached out and pulled out the Golden Sword before him, then turned and headed toward the castle where the Holy Lance was stored. After that, he would have to make a trip to the Ends of the World. Since the King Arthur of this world was him, he could also use that Lance of the Ends of the World. After that, he would go to Rome to complete the production of the "Supreme Masterpiece" (Zeus Mecha).
When the time came, he would pilot the Supreme Masterpiece and obtain the Sword of Victory and Avalon from the Lady of the Lake. Relying on his special attraction and affinity for various precious weapons, he should be able to complete this series of preparatory tasks easily.
As for internal affairs, he would encourage agriculture and commerce. The Knights of the Round Table naturally had to be formed, but there was no need to recruit so many people and a large army. The technology he learned from Atlantis was enough for him to build a robot army himself. This way, he could alleviate the living conditions of the internal residents as much as possible. At least after the entire Great Britain was pacified, it would definitely be much better than the world line ruled by Artoria.
In addition, his cheap old father in this era probably wouldn't listen to anything, right? It didn't matter. At worst, he would give his cheap old father some "filial piety of love." If his cheap old father was willing to retire early for the sake of future grandchildren, that would be even better.
If that still didn't work, then he could only work harder and use the forging hammer in his hand to help his old father sober up properly!
After that, according to the world line, he would take a tour around Rome. After coming back, he would just retire directly. If some commotion needed to be caused, he would create the illusion of a ship sinking due to wind and waves on the way back.
At worst, he would reinforce the entire ship, head all the way west, run to the American continent which didn't have advanced civilization yet, live there for a hundred or two hundred years, and then come back.
As for Morgan... The Morgan of this time was not as powerful as the Morgan 1,500 years later. After he gathered all the equipment, it would be no problem to forcefully throw this witch into the Reverse Side of the World.
When the morning alarm woke Aslan up, Aslan finally ended this seemingly somewhat absurd dream. However, the moment Aslan stepped out of the door, he saw Morgan holding a staff with a somewhat angry expression on her face.
"Aslan... go, let's go outside and spar. You were quite bold in the dream."
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Story Ends.
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