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

But what about relationships...?

He explained the matter at length about how he ended up losing his life, but all he got in return was a scolding from Artoria who grabbed his ear. However, it was just a complaint, and she didn't punish him.

However, Artoria's attitude was very clear. She had waited for over a thousand years, and she could no longer wait. She needed a definite answer.

This time, Loewe did not back down. Now that things had come to this, he was willing to give everyone an answer, and he chose to do so after the end of this singularity, under the watchful eye of his "father".

Upon hearing this promise, Artoria smiled slightly and then decided to let him go.

After this farce ended, it was Artoria's turn to pick up Mash and beat up Lancelot. After all, she had to personally vent both her anger from his past life and her anger now.

Loewy then began searching for Bedivere, who had disappeared.

Although he already had a general idea of ​​what had happened in Chaldea during the time he had been away, he noticed something was amiss when he saw Bedivere just now, and he now had some things he wanted to confirm.

Lancelot's camp was only so big, and Bedivere's silver hair was so conspicuous that finding him was not difficult. Following the scent, Rowe quickly found him by a large rock behind a secluded corner.

"Betty...?"

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

Just as he was about to call out, his greeting was abruptly cut short by a burst of crying.

Although he knew that spying on others was not a good thing, Luo Wei still rode the wind, slowly treading through the void, and silently walked to the position behind him.

Behind the huge rock, Bedivere, who had been so optimistic just moments before, was now curled up, clutching his chest with one arm, tears streaming down his face.

But his tears were not just because of the physical pain he suffered. Luo Wei could see that what pained him even more was something inside his heart.

Bedivere is not a Heroic Spirit; he arrived here using a human body. The reason he was able to traverse more than a thousand years is the same as that of the Lion King. However, while the Lion King borrowed the power of the Holy Lance, Bedivere used the Holy Sword, which is the Radiant Arm that Merlin helped him create.

After more than a thousand years of symbiotic relationship, his body had long been bound to the Holy Sword. After handing the Holy Sword to Artoria, his life was rapidly slipping away. It seemed that he only had a few days left to live. He had been holding on just now, otherwise Artoria would not have been unaware.

"Really..."

Having also experienced the pain of calamity, Lowe could probably empathize with his suffering, but he also knew that Bedivere, as a Knight of the Round Table, would never want anyone to see him in this shameful state.

So he started walking backwards, then landed without a care, making a loud thud.

"Bedeville! Where are you? Artoria wants us to go back and assemble!"

After creating some distance, Rowe began to shout, his familiar voice echoing around the camp.

Hearing that familiar voice behind him, Bedivere quickly wiped away her tears, then straightened up and stood up again.

"What is it, Mr. Crowley? Is there something you need?"

In just a few seconds, he regained his composure, and the pain he had just felt vanished as if it were an illusion. He then gave Luo Wei a gentle smile.

"Ah...it's nothing. Lily just gave me a lecture and then let me out. Besides, compared to the father-daughter relationship issues between Mashu and Lancelot, my romantic problems are actually more complicated. As for coming to find you..."

Lowe smiled, then projected an invitation from his pocket and handed it to Bedivere.

"This is?"

"Invitation! There will probably be a short period of time after the singularity ends, so I'd like to invite you to our wedding and to be our witness, how about that?"

"Witness...the witness to the marriage?"

Upon hearing the word, Bedivere's fingers stiffened, and his expression turned incredulous.

"Yes, after all, you're the most suitable person in the entire singularity. Lancelot goes without saying, and neither does Kai or Percival. As the one who knows Artoria best, you're the obvious choice, and Artoria is also looking forward to it."

"Is...is that so? But..."

Bedivere gritted his teeth and tremblingly accepted the newly made invitation, trying his best to suppress his body, which was on the verge of collapse.

"Don't you want to?"

"Absolutely delighted!"

He immediately raised his voice, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

This time, however, the tears were not the painful tears of the past, but tears of excitement.

For Bedivere, seeing King Arthur happy and joyful was his greatest dream in life. He never dreamed that one day he would become the king's best man at his wedding.

If it were during my lifetime, I would definitely be so happy that I wouldn't be able to sleep for days and nights.

but now……

Recalling the scene of meeting this extraordinary king, who, despite not having the Holy Sword and having chosen the Holy Lance, let go of everything and began to live freely, finding his own happiness in this world.

Bedivere was momentarily stunned, and then tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. He suddenly felt that he had made a great fortune in this life.

His dream was to see a king like that...

Happiness, peace, freedom, and the ability to build a complete family of one's own.

But when he recalls his foolish actions that led to the current state of the king of this world, the pain in his heart becomes indescribable.

That is why he made up his mind to give the only sword that could redeem him to Artoria, giving up the only possibility of redemption and letting her go to save the Lion King.

All I need to do is decay like a stray dog ​​and die silently.

That's how it should have been; he should have disappeared without a care in the world, but...

Upon seeing the invitation, he imagined the scene he had always dreamed of witnessing, and Bedivere burst into tears. Suddenly, he had a new reason to live: he wanted to witness the king's happiness with his own eyes.

But, but... it's too late...

“It is my honor, Mr. Crowley, no, it should be the Princess!”

Bedivere's tone suddenly became more serious, and then he looked at the endless horizon, because they had been fussing here for so long, and it was now approaching dusk.

The earth has been revitalized, and even the sunset is no longer as terrifying as before, but has become extremely magnificent.

"No matter what, I beg you to cherish the Queen and please don't let her suffer any more injustices..."

"She is a very strong woman, yet incredibly fragile. I was once the king's second-in-command, so I see it all too clearly... Your Majesty, she has always been someone else's support, but she has no one to rely on."

"She is now pursuing her own happiness, and she relies on you, so I would like to ask you to take care of her for me... You must make sure she is happy... This is my wish, and the wish of all the Knights of the Round Table."

"Even though our positions have diverged and we've gone our separate ways, it hasn't changed that person's admiration for Artoria, right?"

Luo Wei spoke the rest of the sentence for him.

"Yes... because that is the meaning of our existence as Knights of the Round Table."

Bedivere clutched his chest tightly.

"Are you giving your last words, Bedivere?"

"—?!"

Bedivere was taken aback by Rowe's sudden words, but he quickly suppressed his inner turmoil and scratched his head, indicating that he didn't know what Rowe was talking about.

"Stop pushing yourself, your life force is about to be completely drained... How many more days can you hold on? Two days? One day? Or just a few hours? Death is already beckoning you."

"Really? It seems my expression wasn't well concealed, as you noticed so quickly. I'm so sorry, I might not be able to..."

Realizing he could no longer hide it, Bedivere readily admitted it.

"Should you refuse? But if you're not there, Artoria will be incredibly sad, won't she?"

"I'm sorry, I will explain to the King..."

"Don't rush off yet."

As Bedivere was about to go to Artoria to say his final goodbye, Rowe grabbed his only remaining arm.

"—Fortunately, the Angel of Healing. His spirit is a gentle breeze flying from the mountain, and his golden robes shine like the sun."

With just a soft word, a miracle occurred once again. A pale green light flashed before Bedivere's eyes and then gently floated into his body. Instantly, Bedivere felt a great sense of relief, and the intense pain of being torn apart was replaced by the feeling of a gentle breeze.

"What exactly is this...?"

Bedivere stared in disbelief at his only remaining hand. He felt a new magical power flowing through his body, a blessing called "Gentle Breeze," the power of the archangel Raphael, who symbolized the wind and was also known as the Medicine of the Gods.

Previously, Lovi had considered explaining the situation to Artoria and asking her to return the sword to Bedivere. However, after the encounter, he realized that Bedivere's body and soul were already shattered, and the Holy Sword alone could not save him. Avalon might be able to, but the calamity on his body also needed a plug.

So he used the power of the Apocalypse to plead with one of the most skilled healers, hoping that he could prolong Bedivere's life for a while.

Because of Bedivere's noble character and his recognition of his perseverance, Raphael was naturally willing to help him this once, so he temporarily extended his life.

"It's just a little miracle, so that should be fine, right?"

Luo Wei smiled, and after finishing what he needed to do, he turned around with great ease, ready to leave.

"Live well, live until the king who witnessed your life awakens, live until the time when he officiates my and Artoria's wedding. That position belongs to none other than you..."

"Who will you be marrying?"

Suddenly a woman's voice came from behind.

"Of course it's... Al—what a coincidence, Artoria, what brings you here?"

Lovi turned around and saw that Artoria, who had noticed their delayed return, had appeared behind them with Mash and Ritsuka.

In other words...

"Okay, I accept your proposal."

Before Luo Wei could say anything, Artoria grabbed his hand, as if afraid he would change his mind.

Bedivere smiled at this from behind. He gently grasped his chest, feeling the heartbeat he hadn't felt in a long time, and his expression was one of immense happiness.

'I must live to the end...to witness the scene from my dream with my own eyes.'

Ritsuka felt like she had just eaten a big bowl of fresh dog food.

Amitabha Buddha~

The Tripitaka Master silently recited the Buddha's name and offered his blessings.

"Ah! Crowley, you actually seduced the King?!"

When Lancelot saw that his idol, the King, had been kidnapped by his good brother, he wanted nothing more than to draw his sword and teach Lovi a lesson, but all he got in response was Mash's huge shield that suddenly fell down.

They're a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Who gave you the right to object, you traitor?

"Dad, what are you planning to do now?" Mashu asked with a hostile expression.

"No, it's nothing, Galahad, I just wanted to say... I support this marriage!!"

Faced with the enormous shield, Lancelot obediently nodded, joining Loewe's side in what could be considered the least stylish way. Seeing Lancelot's compliant demeanor, Mash nodded in satisfaction, preparing to return with Loewe and the others to the Sun King's pyramid to discuss the upcoming decisive battle.

For Mashu, being able to meet Lancelot, the father of the Heroic Spirit Galahad who lent her power, and even be able to persuade him to repent and actively "coerce" him to join her side, was an unimaginable dream come true.