In this crossover anime, Yoshikage Kira longs for a peaceful life.

Amid the knights' questioning murmurs, accompanied by a series of dull footsteps, the gaps in the armor plate rattled and made a crisp clanging sound.

The knights on the stage couldn't help but turn around. There stood another knight, also dressed in bright silver armor with blue patterns on his breastplate, a helmet as majestic as a lion's, and a blue and white robe draped over his shoulders.

The knights along the way spontaneously made way for him, and when he arrived, even Gawain stepped aside.

But when the knight actually stood before him, Gao Wencai suddenly realized something—

That is, even with a helmet on, the knight's height did not exceed his shoulders.

Although one should not judge a book by its cover, any knight here is taller than her!

Although height is not the only criterion for judging a rider, an excessively short stature is hard not to arouse suspicion.

Snapped!

The knight quietly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

She could hear the knights talking nearby, but she found that she couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Their noise seemed distant, and there seemed to be no one around.

Something incomprehensible to this day, churning inside my body as if about to burst from the inside, was drawn into the sword, and my body felt lighter and lighter.

All you need to do now is pull your hand back, and the sword will be drawn.

Artoria was quite certain.

It's as if all of this is perfectly natural.

"It would be better to think carefully before picking up that thing."

The girl's gentle advice brought her back to her senses, and there stood a strange silver-haired magician beside her.

They had seen each other countless times in their dreams, but this was the first time they had met in real life.

The succubus girl's tone was familiar, but her words were completely foreign to her:

"I won't hurt you, so don't do that."

"Once you pick up that sword, you will cease to be human until the very end. Not only that, once you take it, you will be hated by all of humanity and face a miserable death!"

Her expression was contorted with fear.

Of course.

Because the magician, not with words but with images, showed her in her consciousness a future vision of how things would actually turn out that way.

It was a blood-stained hill, a mountain of corpses stained red by the bodies of countless knights.

She stood alone on the hill at dusk, with no one around her.

This is her future, a tragic end she is destined to face!

That was not advice, but prophecy.

If she picks up that sword, no matter how much she struggles, she will face the reality of a lonely and tragic death.

But why?

Why should we let her see this fate?

Your duty is clearly to train me to become king. Now all you need to do is make me draw this sword, and you'll have achieved your goal, won't you?

But why, why do I have to feel fear at a time like this?

Is it pity? Or is it sadness?

Could it be that their long-term interaction has led this dream demon girl to develop feelings for her beyond that of a teacher and student?

But ah...

Are there any other people?

She asked.

"No."

Merlin didn't believe anyone else in the world could shoulder such a burden.

They continued their conversation as if no one else was around, even though they were surrounded by knights.

"Yes, there is no one more suitable than me."

The girl murmured softly, "If someone can pull out this sword, he might become a more qualified king than I am, and build a more prosperous and peaceful country."

However, there is no such person.

It won't happen for at least another ten years, otherwise she wouldn't have faced such a tragic fate.

Therefore, someone must take on this obligation during that period.

The girl's body trembled slightly, fearing her impending doom, yet her hand gripped the hilt of the sword, causing the longsword, which had remained motionless since it pierced the rock, to loosen slightly.

Is that a good idea?

The silver-haired succubus girl asked with a sorrowful expression.

Although her expression was feigned, and although she had never felt this way before, Merlin felt that someone should grieve for her now.

The only person who can grieve for her is the one who sees her future self—her clairvoyance can only see the present, but only when she sees Artoria gripping the sword can she see a brief glimpse of the future.

Once she draws her sword, that will inevitably become the future.

"Many people are laughing, and I think that must be true!"

Will you regret it?

Someone else asked.

The voice sounded familiar to the girl, and brought her a strange sense of peace.

The girl took a deep breath, her tone incredibly firm:

"will not!"

Even though she was destined for a tragic fate, she knew that someone would be by her side.

Clang!

Amidst the scraping sound of the longsword against the rock, the girl smoothly pulled out the longsword, which gleamed with golden light, and held it high above her head in the sunlight.

He drew his sword and became someone else.

Everything I was afraid of until now is in the past.

This is a ritual to kill oneself.

If one harbors human desires, one cannot protect the people as a king.

The so-called king is someone who kills the most people in order to protect them.

Every night, the young girl thought about it, trembling until dawn. Not a single day passed without fear. But that too would end today.

No matter how many times she is alienated, feared, or even betrayed, her heart will not change, and she will not regret it.

To live for people

In order to live with people

In order to leave a future for people.

That is the matter of being entrusted with the country, the matter of the king's proof.

—This is also something that is lived within the responsibilities of the king.

"Ah, you've chosen a difficult path!"

The silver-haired succubus turned her back sadly, but inwardly she was overjoyed by her choice.

Because it's so much fun!!

Merlin was convinced that the road ahead, both difficult and fraught with challenges, would be a fascinating story.

A young girl simply wants to see beautiful things.

"But miracles come at a price, King Arthur! You will have to exchange your most precious possession for them!"

To the newly born king, the girl offered advice that seemed concerned but was actually indifferent.

Even though the Sword of Kings had been drawn, all the knights around were stunned.

Because the sword was drawn so easily, they were stunned for a long time, even though the golden luster of the blade caught their eye.

Gawain watched all this in silence, seemingly unable to understand or accept it.

But in the end, all thoughts boiled down to one question:

"Your name, Knight."

“Arthur, Arthur Pendragon.”

"Pendragon?"

Gawain was momentarily dazed and lost in thought, because King Uther's name was Uther Pendragon.

Is such that.

So that's how he was able to pull out that sword?

Only King Uther's own son can become the destined king!

He did not doubt Arthur's identity, because the magician standing beside him had an undeniable sadness in his eyes.

She was King Uther's court magician, and it was her prophecy that brought all of this to fruition. It was also she who, yesterday, personally plunged the Sword of the King into the rock. Perhaps all of this was already within her foresight?

These knights were merely the new king's attendants.

as well as…

"Arthur!"

The knight shouted his name and angrily pushed through the crowd.

But when he actually rushed to the girl who had drawn the Sword of the Chosen King, he regained his composure, his eyes filled with a complex mix of sorrow and regret.

Will you regret it?

He asked the exact same question as Yoshikage Kira.