In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

Artoria looked at the silver-gray knight in front of her with a smile, her words filled with emotion.

After all, the once vast Knights of the Round Table were now reduced to just her and Bedivere.

This question left Bedivere somewhat at a loss for words.

However, Artoria continued to sense the power of the Holy Lance for a moment before speaking again: "Now I have an order that you need to carry out for me."

"Please speak, Knight Bedivere, and I guarantee to go through fire and water without hesitation."

"No need to be so formal, Bedivere."

Seeing Bedivere's nervous expression, Artoria shook her head and then handed the Holy Sword to him.

“I want you to help me return the Holy Sword, across this forest, across this grassland, across the cursed land, to that lake deep in Britain, to return the Holy Sword to its true owner, the Lake Spirit Vivian.”

"Remember this, this is also my final command as King Arthur."

In a daze, Artoria thought that she had been reunited with that magical person because of the Holy Sword and its scabbard, and she also recalled Merlin's past instructions.

She was merely a user of the Holy Sword, not its master. She would return it when the day came that she no longer needed it or was no longer qualified to use it.

What we're talking about now seems to be that crucial moment.

"Your Majesty, but what about your health?"

Upon hearing that the holy sword should be returned, the knight's pupils widened suddenly, filled with incomprehension and reluctance.

"Don't worry, Lord Bedivere, returning the Holy Sword does not mean my death. With the Holy Lance to repair it, I can be reborn."

Gently stroking the Holy Lance in her hand, Artoria began to use the Holy Lance instead of the Holy Sword to sustain her life.

She was prepared to relinquish her identity as Queen of Britain and instead live anew in this world as the goddess Rungomminiad, completely leaving this land that no longer needed her.

It will be a long process, during which she will be unable to detach herself from the Holy Lance, but that no longer matters to her. Artoria does not aspire to become a god; all she wants is to travel as Lovi Crowley suggested and then reunite with him someday in the future.

Apart from that, she has nothing left to worry about.

"But... Your Majesty, I..."

Seeing that Artoria had already let go of her feelings, Bedivere still refused to leave.

This scene left Artoria somewhat amused and exasperated. She realized that Bedivere was overthinking things, believing that she would abandon him.

In that case, and to put her last knight at ease, Artoria smiled at him and then changed her orders.

"Rest assured, Lord Bedivere, I will not go anywhere, and I will never abandon you, my still loyal knight."

"If you're worried, go find me a horse. I'm not fit for a long journey right now, so how about you lead the horse and guide me to return the Holy Sword? It will be much slower, but it will allow us to walk through this land where King Arthur once lived once more."

"Really? Okay, okay—!!"

Upon hearing Artoria's new order, the knight's worry vanished like the clear sky after a rainstorm, and his face radiated the most sincere joy, excitement, and relief.

As a knight who guards Britain and is loyal to the country, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart after witnessing the complete destruction of what he was protecting. He was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe and wanted to end his life. However, he remembered that the king still needed him, so he gritted his teeth and continued to live. Now, seeing his king emerge from the shadows and begin a new life, Bedivere, as his loyal knight, is filled with indescribable joy.

Wang, she's figured it out.

I also have the opportunity to accompany Wang on the final journey of his life.

For a knight like himself, what could be more exciting than this? What reward could be more gratifying than this? For him, it was enough to make his life complete.

The silver-gray knight quickly found a handsome white steed in the forest. The steed seemed to have anticipated his arrival, and it bent down and followed Bedivere's guidance to Artoria's side.

"Yes, thank you, horse."

Looking at the white steed before her, and under Bedivere's excited gaze, Artoria leaped onto it, Holy Lance in hand.

The reborn king rode his horse across the land of Britain, while a silver-grey knight slowly guided the horse toward that ideal place.

This time, the silver-gray knight did not hesitate, nor did he consider the idea of ​​'whether to hide the holy sword and not return it to the Lady of the Lake to protect the king's life.' He was simply immersed in the joy of traveling with the king.

The Queen no longer needs the Holy Sword; she is no longer the Queen of Britain. She has begun her own life and journey, and I will transform from her knight into her companion, accompanying her through the rest of her life.

What reward could be more satisfying for him than this?

Even without the crown, Bedivere would swear to remain forever loyal to the girl on horseback for the rest of her life, never betraying her and never allowing any enemy to harm her.

Even though she is no longer the King of Knights, this will never waver.

Only by gaining the approval of his subjects can one be a true king, and this young woman was the king he recognized from beginning to end.

This will never change, no matter how many years pass or what era we live in.

The two men and their horse traveled endlessly across the land of Britain. They crossed grasslands, traversed battlefields, and passed through forests, eventually passing through a shattered kingdom. After countless days and nights, they finally reached the legendary lake and, as promised, threw the holy sword into it. Ripples spread, and the holy sword vanished without a trace.

Then, Artoria looked at the finished British battle and the departing King Arthur, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Love Crowley, we'll definitely meet, won't we?"

She turned her head to look at the sky, and the vision of the future was still before her eyes.

"Yes, definitely."

"After all, you promised me you'd cook me another meal. The hamburger was really delicious."

Wang whispered the name she could never forget, then looked at the distant sunset and revealed the most sincere smile of her life.

"Your Majesty, now it is time for us to set off."

After an unknown amount of time, the knight beside him gently called out to the king, who had found a black horse in the depths of the forest that was willing to travel with him. He led the horse to Artoria's side, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation.

"Sir Bedivere is getting excited too..."

Seeing this, Artoria gently shook her head. "However, the title of king is a thing of the past. King Arthur and the King of Knights are no more. Now, there is only Artoria in this world."

"Then I shall be called Lucius (Wrist of Light) from now on. On the journey ahead, I will replace the original Holy Sword and continue to be your wrist."

"Yes, that's thoughtful of you."

"So... Your Majesty, no, Lady Artoria, where shall we go first?"

Bedivere instinctively wanted to continue calling out "King," but upon seeing Artoria's serious expression, he quickly realized his mistake.

“Where to go… Let’s go to Rome first, then Babylon, Egypt, Greece, the Middle East, and finally the Far East. After we’ve traveled to all these countries, we can go back to Britain together and write down our stories and experiences.”

"In short, it will be a long journey. Are you ready? Bedivere, no, it should be Lucius now."

"Of course, I've been eagerly waiting for it for a long time."

Here—

Under the glow of the setting sun, the silver-gray knight and the reborn king begin their final journey somewhere in this world.

Meanwhile, in a garden located in the Starry Sea, a flower magician who had been waiting for this moment for a long time revealed a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Congratulations, Artoria, your life has been completely changed."

"And it seems I've also gained something I've always hoped for. Is this happiness?"

Merlin murmured to himself, rubbing his chin as he looked at the genuine smile in the mirror, feeling a beautiful emotion completely different from before.

"So... this is the happiness and joy I've been searching for all along? This wonderful feeling that's welling up inside me is truly intoxicating..."

"What a beautiful story, it's been a long time since I've heard one."

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This is a very important foreshadowing; it will be used later.

Artoria's personal episode fulfilled a dream for her and Beckham.

Sigh, time to eat. I'll write the rest tonight.

So tired~

If only we had votes (hint)

Chapter Ninety-Seven: What a gentle ending...

The earth gradually awakens, a ray of dawn breaks the stillness of the night, and a passionate heart beats, welcoming...

In short, with the victor determined, this nightmarish night finally came to an end. The sky cleared again, and the crimson sun slowly rose from the east, once more appearing above Fuyuki City.

Everything has come to an end.

Facing Scáthach standing beside them, and Lovi whose strength was overwhelmingly superior, Kirei Kotomine and Kiritsugu Emiya, these two unlucky guys, naturally dared not have any objections.

After all, the King of Heroes and the King of Knights have both left the stage. Without their Servants, they have naturally lost their Masters, which means they are no longer qualified to participate in the war.

Originally, the idea that they would seize the Holy Grail and make a wish while Lovi and Scáthach were being held back or eliminated by Gilgamesh was already extremely outrageous, even akin to snatching food from a tiger's mouth. Now, even if Lovi had Scáthach kill them both, they wouldn't be surprised at all.

Any more objections? How could they possibly dare to have any objections?

At first, not only had his wife died, but his partner had also passed away. Kiritsugu Emiya was still thinking about dying at Loewy's hands and reuniting with his family. However, when he thought of what Irisviel had told him before her death to give Illya, his daughter, happiness, and when he thought of what Kirei Kotomine had told him to start by redeeming himself and then atone for his past actions, his mind calmed down a little.

Especially after thinking about the inhuman behavior of the Einzbern family's homunculi, Kiritsugu Emiya worried that if he died, Illya might also be transformed into a Lesser Grail and suffer the same fate as his wife. So after much deliberation, he decided not to do anything reckless for now.

After all, sometimes it takes a greater commitment to live than to die. Kirei Komine had no objection to this; he didn't have the same desire for the Holy Grail as the other contestants.

Furthermore, Loewe's desire to use the Holy Grail's power to repair the damage caused by the Holy Grail War is something he highly approves of. If he were to obtain the Holy Grail, he would probably make the same wish in the end...

As for the wish to send the teacher's soul to the source.

Loewy thoughtfully explained that only by gathering the souls of the seven Servants and the current magic of the Holy Grail can the true path to the Root be opened.

Kirei Kotomine glanced at Scáthach, who was sharpening her knife to slaughter pigs and sheep, and at Lovi, who was smiling but not smiling, ready to evaporate him and Kiritsugu Emiya with a wand at any moment. The difference in strength between the two sides was like a precipitous cliff, and fulfilling this wish was simply unrealistic.

Moreover, they could clearly see that Lowe's inquiry was merely an inquiry; the other party would not listen to any advice from the two losers. This was just a notification, not a solicitation of their opinions.

With a silent nod from the two, Lovi raised the Holy Grail high atop the Fuyuki City Gymnasium, channeling its magic to communicate with the will within.

What are your wishes?

"To erase the damage this war has caused to the world, and to resurrect all the good people who died. Note that it is particularly important to emphasize that 'good people' does not mean good people in the extreme sense. All innocent people who are not extremely evil will be resurrected for me."

Luo Wei added his explanation.

He didn't want to leave any hidden dangers because of his momentary negligence.

For example, resurrecting long-dead scum like Ryunosuke Amusei and Zouken Matou, leaving behind a legacy of harm for the world.

—Are you sure, child? With my current magic, I might be able to grant you any wish in this world.