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

Finally, she stopped in front of a white corridor.

Artoria was completely stunned.

From a distance, the courtyard where the long corridor is located has a white corridor and marble steps that look as if they were carved by elves. It looks extremely perfect, as if it were created by nature.

At that moment, several fairies were playing and frolicking among them, and then they ran towards this side.

She would never mistake this long corridor for the palace in the distance, even after a thousand years.

That's her own bedroom...? No, it should be called Guinevere's bedroom.

"Hey, isn't this Lily? You're back!"

"It's so good to see you! Any new stories today?"

When the fairies saw Artoria wearing a long dress, they all gathered around to greet her.

"It's so boring at the palace. Even though Merlin put us in charge of recording things, we still sneaked out today, hehe~"

Yes.

There can be no mistake.

She could never forget this place...

Camelot's palace.

The place where she lived for decades.

A place that holds countless hopes and beautiful memories for her.

What I see before me is how it looked before the war; everything is exactly as it was originally.

Looking at the pool of water in front of her, for some reason, Artoria touched her cheek.

It has a tactile feel, but—

She pinched her cheek.

'it hurts!'

Is this really true?

"What's wrong, Lily? Did someone upset you?"

"It must be that idiot Merlin again. Who else in Camelot would upset Lily except him?"

"It's nothing, just... a sudden feeling of nostalgia and sadness..."

Artoria shook her head, then her face lit up with that bright smile again.

“I’m so glad you’re all alright… my friends.”

Her slight smile, a smile as bright as a spring breeze and as radiant as the sunlight, left the fairies speechless. Then, the fairies gathered around her and danced a joyful dance.

Everything is just like it was in the beginning...

This peace and beauty is unique to Britain.

How blissful.

But, but...

If I come back myself.

So, are they still there? Are all the people I remember still here?

Artoria, trailing her long white dress, ran nervously toward the direction she remembered.

Memories have faded into the distance, and have long since become blurred and indistinct.

But this was a path she had walked countless times before, and she was certain she wouldn't go astray. Guided by her intuition, she walked through the white corridor, past the palace maids and knights who bowed to her, and ran straight into the largest palace.

The number of illusory figures in front of me gradually increased, and in the distance, there seemed to be even more people there.

Artoria's footsteps drew closer, and she saw the pristine white building from her memories.

Is it the way I remember it?

It seems so, but there seems to be a difference; she can no longer remember the specific scene.

However, the path is right.

That's probably right... right?

Artoria nervously pushed open the huge door from the outside, and the guards beside her nodded and saluted.

She pushed open the door and said hesitantly, "Are you all... still here?"

The spacious hall was filled with the figures of many Taoist priests.

The leader was a man who was sitting on the throne above, flipping through the memorials in his hands. Beside him was a girl who looked very much like him, who was helping the man flip through the memorials with a troubled expression. Although she was scratching her head and looking very uncomfortable, she was still trying her best to persevere. As for Merlin on the other side, he looked at Mordred, who was studying hard, with a happy, or rather, a mocking and irritating expression on his face.

"Don't be silly, Mordred."

Mordred, teased by Merlin, wanted to pounce on him and beat him up, but her head was immediately pressed down gently by the hand of the man on the throne.

"Oh, Father..."

Mordred, who had been stopped, let out a cute sound.

The man said gently, "Mordred, didn't you say you wanted to be the next King of Britain? If so, you'd better study hard."

"But isn't being a king just about being good at fighting? How am I supposed to handle all these memorials?"

Mordred said, looking aggrieved.

“You’re mistaken, Mordred. Becoming a king isn’t just about having great military strength; it’s more about how to bring stability to the country and ensure that those who trust you live well. So, you still have a lot to learn.”

The man spoke gently, while simultaneously slipping another memorial into Mordred's hand as homework.

"Ugh... I understand."

Mordred lowered his head.

Her image of a fearless little lion yielding immediately drew laughter from the Knights of the Round Table below, especially Merlin, who laughed the loudest.

"Stop fooling around, go and work overtime."

Then the man kicked Merlin, who was smirking to the side, and then turned to look at Artoria, who was standing at the door, along with Mordred and many knights in the palace.

Upon seeing the person approaching, Mordred paused for a moment, then smiled happily and said, "Mother, you've arrived!"

"Your Majesty, what brings you here?"

Agravivan, who was usually very serious, was somewhat surprised.

"Are you here to see the King? You two seem to have a really good relationship..."

Meanwhile, Gawain, who was working hard, was very happy, and all the Knights of the Round Table present turned their attention to him.

The person sitting on the throne smiled with concern when he saw Artoria: "What happened? Guinevere, what brings you here today?"

"Guinevere? Me?"

"Otherwise what? My muddle-headed queen, are you still half asleep? Or should I call you Lily?"

The young man on the throne looked rather helpless and continued, "But didn't you say that Lily was being too disrespectful? It's fine to call you that in private, but in front of the knights you should be called Guinevere?"

"Ah...I see."

"Yes, Mother, didn't you specifically emphasize that last time?"

Looking at the familiar figures in the palace, Mordred's happy smile, and the young man's eyes as bright as stars on the throne, Artoria stammered, unable to speak.

"Luo Wei, you..."

Seeing that Artoria's condition was a bit strange, the man put down the memorial in his hand, stepped down from the throne and came to her side. He reached out and rubbed her head, then gave her a warm hug and said gently.

"I'm sorry, Lily, I just drove the Saxons out, finished the fixed magic of the Age of Gods, and I also have to take over Uncle Vortigern's territory and Sister Morgan's territory, so I have a lot of work to do."

"But please believe me, I will come to be with you after I finish these tasks."

When Artoria looked at Lovi's face and those bright eyes that were like warm flames, she didn't know what to say.

"Ah—! Mordred!?"

At that moment, Mordred secretly took out a sword and stuck it into Merlin's buttocks.

"Mordred..."

Looking at the two who were bickering again, Luo Wei said helplessly, "Stop fooling around. Take your mother to the back to change your clothes. As the queen, what kind of talk is it to be dirty like this?"

Because she had run all the way here, Artoria's clothes were a bit dirty.

"Okay, Father!"

Mordred's eyes lit up, and she skipped over to Artoria, took her hand, and led her back to change her clothes.

"Mordred, what is this...?"

From the moment she returned here until Mordred started dealing with her, Artoria's head was spinning.

"Illusion... illusion... this is an illusion."

Artoria warned herself.

She adjusted her mindset and scoffed at such childish illusions.

Although the reunion with the Knights of the Round Table brought her some nostalgia, she couldn't afford to immerse herself in such a false world.

Artoria twisted her arm hard, but she still couldn't wake up.

Later--

Because of the knights' suggestion and Artoria's appearance, today's meeting ended early. The remaining work was imposed on Merlin by Rowe despite his protests, while Mordred, carrying his sword, supervised him to complete all the memorials.

Lo Wei led her out and sat her down at a stone table by the lake.

A sumptuous feast was already laid out on the table.

"What's wrong, Lily? Did someone upset you? Was it Merlin?"

Luo Wei's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"No, it's not..."

Artoria shook her head decisively. She had already adjusted her mindset, and no matter what else was in this illusion, she would no longer be swayed.