Memorable scenes from various anime and manga crossovers: Starting with Emiya the Great Hero

"Have you ever thought about what we should call Emiya Shirou?"

"What else could it be?" Lancelot blurted out instinctively, "Of course, it's the...Queen?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Knights of the Round Table fell into an eerie silence. Lancelot was so embarrassed that he prostrated himself on the ground, feeling an urge to die.

Saber's consciousness, having vanished, returned to her original era, finding herself in that familiar forest.

“Bedvir…” Saber leaned quietly against the tree, smiling as she looked at the knight before her. “It seems I had a long dream.”

"Then, please rest well." Bedivere's expression was sorrowful, her voice trembling slightly, filled with endless pain and reluctance. 4.3]

"If you close your eyes again, you can probably continue the dream you just had."

“The continuation of the dream…” Saber murmured weakly, her voice as light as a wisp of smoke in the wind: “Can I still have the same dream?”

[Bedwell, fighting back tears, bit her lower lip and told a white lie: "Yes, I can. I've been through something like that."]

My king, the dream cannot continue...

"Go, my knight, take my sword, cross the forest, over the blood-stained hills, and cast my sword into the lake."

Bearing the king's mission, Bedivere, despite his immense reluctance, ultimately fulfilled his promise and cast the holy sword into the lake for the third time.

“No need to blame yourself. Stand tall, Bedivere. You were simply following the King’s orders.”

“I’m sorry, Bedivere… this sleep might be… a little longer.”

Wang Yongyuan closed his eyes, his long-furrowed brows now relaxed, as if he were peacefully asleep, like a still, exquisite painting.

"...Are you still watching, King Arthur?" Bedivere whispered as if afraid of disturbing the king's sleep, "The continuation of the dream—"

The sequel to Chapter 1192: The Encounter in Avalon! The dream has come true...

"The king awoke from his dream, relieved to face his end... I'm crying, I'm crying, okay?! Please don't kill me like this!!"

"The Holy Grail War and even her encounter with Shirou may have been just a dream for Saber, but it is undeniable that the dream that could not continue did bring Saber some peace of mind."

When Saber closed her eyes forever, and the breeze carried her soul to Avalon, everyone's hearts seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, immersed in endless emotion and sorrow.

It was like witnessing a dazzling fireworks display disappear into the night sky; the scene... was truly heartbreakingly beautiful!

Chaldea, the world of Type-Moon

Dr. Roman slumped into his chair with a sigh of relief, tilted his head back slightly, and said softly, "Ending her life as a king, perhaps, is a kind of relief for Saber."

At the moment of parting, Saber handed the Holy Sword back to the Lady of the Lake, symbolizing that she had finally laid down the burden of being a queen.

Artoria has returned to being the innocent girl she once was...

Mashu frowned slightly, her eyes filled with reluctance. She bit her lower lip and said softly, "But Doctor, isn't this ending too unfair to her?"

From the moment Saber drew that sword that would determine the king, she embarked on the path to becoming a king as a young girl, giving up too much of the emotions and life she had as an ordinary person.

To protect his country, he suppressed his true nature and worked hard to create and shoulder the ideal of a near-perfect hero!

Ultimately, the country she protected still perished, and her efforts seemed to have come to naught. How helpless and tragic this was!

“Mashu, this is Saber’s own choice, and it’s the path she’s chosen to take. There’s no such thing as fair or unfair.”

Da Vinci shook his head. Saber, in the end, accepted her imperfect but respectable life.

She was bound by the mission of a king throughout her life. Her departure is regrettable, but it can also be seen as a way of breaking free from long-standing constraints and finding peace that belongs to her alone.

“But…” Mashu opened her mouth slightly, about to speak, when she was interrupted by a crisp “Fou~” sound.

Fou appeared bouncing around and called out seriously to Mashu. Her adorable appearance instantly broke the heavy atmosphere around them.

"Uh, Fou is right." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled awkwardly, then looked to the side for help and whispered, "Mash, can you translate this? I don't understand!"

Mashu paused for a moment after hearing this, her face showing hesitation. She slowly spoke, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, "What Fou meant was that it was all Merlin's fault."

"Merlin, he really is everywhere..." Fujimaru Ritsuka covered her face with a headache, and the sad atmosphere instantly disappeared.

Merlin only appeared as a shadow the whole time, what does that have to do with him?!

Grand Carnival World

Inside Chaldea, Merlin casually caught a petal falling from the sky, gently crushed it in his palm, and the faint smile that had been on his lips gradually disappeared.

"In the end, wasn't King Arthur just a dream that Artoria had... a not-so-pleasant dream!"

You've grown up, Lia!

The initial confusion and persistence in her eyes transformed into calm and acceptance. In the very end, she finally made peace with her past self...

Merlin is becoming increasingly interested in Shirou Emiya, who gave Saber salvation!

"Excuse me, can I interrupt?"

Just as Merlin was deep in thought, Arash suddenly spoke up, eager to know the answer: "Bedeville is sure he returned the Holy Sword, right?"

After all, that scene couldn't help but remind him of Bedivere's 1500-year journey to return the sword...

"Don't worry." Kongming remained calm, his eyes revealing composure and certainty: "This seems to be the correct historical development; no singularities or Lostbelts have been created!"

Although it was truly surprising that King Arthur broke off his pact with the Guardians before his death to participate in the Holy Grail War...

But without a doubt, Bedivere truly returned the Holy Sword, and Saber embraced her eternal slumber with a smile.

After the Holy Grail War ended, the disasters caused by the battle between Heroic Spirits were gradually healed by the new priests sent by the Church, and everything seemed unchanged.

[But what is certain is that Shirou, in understanding and redeeming Saber, also saved himself, and the emotional trauma from ten years ago was healed...]

Time flies, and the once righteous ally is now old and frail. He dedicated his life to pursuing his ideals of justice, yet he never forgot Saber.

"Listen up, Saber. What you call a date is just a clandestine rendezvous!"

Yes...things like that have happened before, and that memory remains clear and pure in my heart.

This happened so many years ago—

As Shirou grows older, his longing to see Saber again grows stronger. He longs to see her again, so very longs!

[Shirou always cherished this expectation in his heart, and this expectation became his motivation to persevere.]

"Wait a minute, everyone stop crying... It seems like things aren't over yet, there's a twist!!"

"Exit this person upstairs who's spreading false information. All the partners of justice have become old partners. Life is coming to an end, so where's the reversal?"

Looking at the increasingly frail Shirou, everyone sighed. The once spirited and impetuous young man had now begun to stand on his own!

Unfortunately, that epic journey through the Holy Grail War became his most precious memory.

Will we meet again?

That only exists in beautiful fairy tales... How could a love that spans a thousand years have a happy ending?

I really want to see you—

Even if he falls into a permanent slumber after this, this voice must reach his ears.

Faced with the girl's request, the white-haired online scammer said with some distress, "This is really difficult. Ultimately, your schedules are practically clashing."

"Generally speaking, it's practically impossible for them to meet. For it to happen, well, how should I put it, it would require two miracles."

"One side continues to wait, the other continues to pursue. Although it's hard to talk about, this is a dream that shouldn't be expected, right?"

The magician refused the girl's request. This had nothing to do with the king's responsibility; it was simply a matter of whether it could be granted and whether the request was desired.

[In any case, she lacked the ability to achieve it, so...]

How is this any different from making a wish upon a star?!

Type-Moon Seventh Singularity

Mashu's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Merlin with pleading eyes, her voice trembling with emotion: "Merlin-senpai, please help Saber!"

One side waited patiently, the other continued to pursue; the conditions for both miracles have been met!

"Oh dear..." Faced with Mashu's pleading, Merlin scratched his head in frustration: "It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I really can't."

The time span between Shirou and Artoria is indeed hopelessly misaligned. Are you guys really not trying to make things difficult for Gian? (For super-exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

If the timeline were in the past, he, the "oldest marathon runner," could still grit his teeth and run it!

But as for the future, there's really nothing I can do to help...

After all, even a Grand Caster candidate has his limits; his clairvoyance can only observe up to now!

Mashu lowered her head, her expression gloomy, her voice tinged with frustration: "Is there really no way...?"

“Yes! That is to wait.” The wise king, seated on his throne, said calmly, “Wait until a thousand years later, when the two of us are in the same era.”

"Then you'll have room to maneuver, right, Merlin?"

Merlin gave an awkward yet polite smile. "You've said everything. What else can I say?"

Indeed, while he cannot interfere with the future, he can still make some moves at this point in time.

In the idyllic Avalon, in this place detached from the timeline, Artoria waits, believing they will eventually meet again!

And so, a long time passed for both him and her...

One day, in the final moments of his life, the elderly Shirou, guided silently by someone, passed through a dense forest and arrived at a grassland that evoked fond memories.

Looking at the boundless blue sky, I recalled the promise I never uttered, that youthful fantasy and intense anticipation.

Looking back, how many wishes have I made to the sky?