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

"I'll never say things like 'You must live a wonderful life' again. Your life should be your own to decide. Whether it's wonderful or tragic, joyful or sorrowful, comedic or tragic, the ending of these stories should be determined by you. I only want to say one thing now..."

The figure of the man standing there had become visibly illusory, but somehow, he was now tightly gripping the pure white holy spear in his hand, and then solemnly handed it back to Artoria's palm.

In the instant that Artoria grasped the Holy Lance again, the power of the Tower of the End, the utopia constructed by the goddess Lion King, became illusory.

"Go back to where you belong."

"However, I still want to give you a small suggestion. Since you've already taken that step, don't hesitate any longer. Hints won't work on someone as stubborn as me. Just go and grab him by your side. You deserve the happiness you want."

The man gently and softly made his final suggestion.

Artoria nodded, turned her back, wiped away her tears, and stepped out of the house.

Tears are nothing but dust in the past.

The moment she made up her mind, this beautiful fantasy world would never belong to her again.

And all those who love her will offer their support.

The young man inside the house nodded slightly to the woman leaving outside the door.

Artoria outside the door did not respond further; she simply closed the door gently, and the sound of her footsteps fading away was the best answer.

Inside the room, something resembling petals, shimmering with pure white light, slowly began to drift. The young man standing there collapsed as if he had lost all his strength, but immediately a pair of hands reached out from behind him and gently supported him, placing him on a chair.

"It's Mordred..."

Seeing his daughter appear behind him, the young man smiled and asked gently, "Have you finished your homework for today?"

“It’s all done, but Mother, she…”

Mordred looked in the direction Artoria had left, feeling deeply saddened.

"She has simply returned to her own world, and we will always remain in her heart."

"Then, is it possible for us to meet again?"

Mordred asked, somewhat unwillingly.

"No, we probably will never see each other again? After all, she is already very happy... She doesn't need this false ideal world anymore."

"Oh."

Whether it was the young man or Mordred, from the ends of their hair to their fingertips, everything seemed to be melting and shimmering with white light.

They were all creations of this perfect world, and their disappearance when Artoria left was a natural consequence, an inevitable occurrence. It's conceivable that they would eventually cease to exist along with this perfect world.

"However, it's a bit too extravagant for someone who shouldn't exist to have an idyllic place as their grave... Goodnight, Mordred."

Goodnight, Father.

The young man held Mordred's hand and then slowly closed his eyes.

—Splash splash splash splash.

Their bodies, like fallen pure white petals, withered, crumbled, and disappeared one by one in the room.

The whole world gradually fell silent, just as Artoria had initially longed for.

In their dreams, in peace and tranquility, they peacefully meet their end, each person falling into eternal sleep with their loved ones.

-

Am I back?

Near the throne room, Artoria suddenly opened her eyes and found herself back in her body in the real world. The once pure white canvas around her was now painted with the colors of the world again; she was in Camelot's palace.

However, the palace she was in this time was not the one in her illusion, but the palace built by the Lion King, which was undoubtedly the real world.

Just as she fully regained consciousness and realized that someone was watching her.

She turned her head to look and saw a figure with short, flowing silver hair, a face as delicate and beautiful as a woman's, and that most distinctive pure silver armor. The person's identity was obvious: Bedivere.

"Your Majesty, you've woken up too..."

Bedivere, who had just been brought out of the illusion by Holmes and Merlin, looked at Artoria beside him with great surprise. Similarly, Artoria was very happy to see Bedivere come out as well. Then she immediately noticed the very familiar holy sword in Bedivere's hand.

—The Sword of Victory Oath.

"How did my holy sword end up here?"

Upon seeing the sword appear here, Artoria was slightly taken aback, her eyes filled with confusion. After all, this sword had been snatched away by the Demon King right before her eyes, so how could it suddenly reappear in Bedivere's hands? Could it be that—during the three years she spent in the illusion, a long time had passed in the outside world?!

Her eyes immediately turned to horror.

"This is..."

Upon hearing this question, Bedivere immediately pondered for a moment, then hurriedly offered an explanation: "It was delivered by the sorcerer Merlin and a strange detective in the illusion... In short, the matter is..."

Before Bedivere could finish speaking, Artoria nodded and said, "It's alright, as long as you're okay. Um—"

"Love, where is he?"

More than the issue of the Holy Sword, Artoria was concerned about the figure that had appeared in her heart.

“Mr. Crowley, he, he seems to be over there.”

Artoria's reminder brought Bedivere back to their senses, who were still in a daze after just emerging from the illusion. They hurriedly began searching for Rovi and the Lion King in their surroundings.

"【You two have finally made contact! That's wonderful, Miss Artoria, hurry to the depths of the palace.】"

Just as the two began to search anxiously, Dr. Roman's voice came from the device on Artoria's body.

Upon seeing the two who had been under hard control for an unknown period of time reconnect, Romani, who was in Chaldea, immediately shouted anxiously.

While the two were entering their respective utopias, he had been calling out for who knows how long, but Artoria and Bedivere seemed to have lost their souls and did not answer him. Now Ritsuka and Mashupo are rushing over to provide support.

"We understand."

Upon hearing Roman's instructions, the two, who had just recovered, didn't even have time to discuss what had happened before rushing together towards the battlefield deep within the palace.

Deep within the palace at this moment—

"Are you never going to stop?! Didn't you say that once you're dyed black and gain the emotion, you can stop? Why are you hitting even harder now?!"

Deep within the palace, Lovi, relentlessly pursued by the Lion King wielding the Crimson Storm, retreated while shouting and pondering this incomprehensible question.

He also clearly remembered what Merlin and Melly told him: the difference between the Lion King and Artoria was that one was led by humans and the other by gods. Therefore, the gods abandoned the emotions and feelings that were originally human, which led to the situation of the Lion King.

So, in layman's terms, the solution is to use the emotions contained in the evil of this world that you have adjusted, along with your own methods, to continuously inject them into her body, causing her divine side to fall off and shake, so that her human side can emerge again, and that will solve the problem.

But this...

Looking at the dark red storm and lightning sweeping in once again, Luo Wei felt as if he had been tricked by those two bastards.

Although he clearly had emotions, those emotions were all directed at him.

He could feel the purest resentment in every gust of wind that erupted from Black Gunner. The way he fired the Holy Lance in rapid succession was not only quite similar to the situation when he fed the Lion King the 'Sea Tiger Explosive Fist', but exactly the same.

However, the only difference is...

The Lion King is gone, but the Black Lancer Artoria before us is still the goddess, only now she appears as her profile, in Alter colors. However, the Holy Lance remains unchanged; in fact, with the addition of the Evil of This World, it's even stronger than before.

On his side, the exhilarating battle had nearly depleted his original spiritual and life force. Although his cultivation level was still intact, his physical attributes were lagging behind, and he could no longer continue to feed Black Gun with continuous explosive punches.

"Don't run away!"

"Of course they'd run away!"

So a strange situation arose: Lo Wei was running ahead, while Black Gunner was chasing after him with a gun in hand.

"It's The Lion King! And Mr. Crowley too!"

Soon, Bedivere and Artoria, who had come with the storm, saw this strange scene.

There was no time to ponder why the Lion King's pristine white armor had turned pure black. Given the current situation, they couldn't simply watch Luo Wei continue to be bullied by the Lion King. So, the two of them raised their holy spears and swords, unleashing a blinding golden light within the palace to counter the magic emanating from the Lion King's black holy spear.

"—Is it you? Lord Bedivere, and me from another world?"

As multiple holy lances and swords were unleashed, two golden torrents collided with a dark red storm. The Black Lancer, who had been chasing Lovi, stopped in her tracks, turned back, and called out their names. This time, her tone wasn't as cold as it had been upon their first meeting; instead, it carried a complex mix of emotions. However, the black storm that had swept forth did not cease because of these emotions. The suffocating magical power continued to roar and assault everyone like a hurricane.

Because of the Endless War God skill and the constant barrage of random skills he used on the Lion King, Luo Wei's mana bar was almost depleted. He needed to catch his breath before he could continue fighting, while Artoria's Holy Lance was being suppressed due to compatibility issues.

Only the golden starlight on Bedivere's arm was constantly clashing with the storm released by the Black Lion King. The dazzling golden light naturally reminded Lovi and Artoria of the starlight that the Star Holy Sword once possessed. Lovi stopped in his tracks and looked at the strange scene before him.

"What exactly happened... Mr. Crowley? The Lion King's spirit origin hasn't changed at all!"

Gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart, Bedivere freed the Star Sword with his arm and shouted out with great difficulty.

“There has been a change, this guy has definitely changed. I’ve already instilled everything I wanted to convey into her. The Lion King has indeed changed, but it will take some time for it to take effect.” Luo Wei’s answer was very certain. He looked at the Lion King in front of him, who had frowned and whose expression had changed, and shouted, “That’s enough, Artoria. You’ve finished fighting and vented your anger. It’s time for you to come back.”

"I did look a bit bad in the fight just now, but your face is the most vulnerable part of your body. If I don't hit your face, I can't break through your defenses at all."

"—"

After Luo Wei finished speaking, the black lion king before him seemed to grow even angrier. His guess was correct; after venting the lion king's remaining magic and resentment, Black Lancer Alter gradually regained control of her body and no longer intended to attack Luo Wei. At the same time, the light surging within her dark red holy spear contracted, and the released magic power visibly began to slow. Simultaneously, her black armor began to change.

"【A change in the Lion King's Spirit Origin has been detected. This scale, this scale—ahhh, the screen is so bright, I can't see anything!】"

"What is this light? What has happened this time?"

Artoria and Bedivere, who were facing the beam of light at close range, raised their arms, unable to see what was happening. Lovi, whose eyesight was the best and whose cultivation was the highest, paused slightly before speaking with utmost seriousness.

“Cast off”.

"Huh?"

The two were slightly taken aback.

"hemisphere."

"what?"

Both of them wore strange expressions.

After venting his final emotions, the surge of magical power stored in the Holy Lance finally ended. Bedivere knelt down, clutching the arm that shouldn't have been his, and frowned as he looked at the Lion King, who had completely merged with the evil of this world, whose spirit origin had undergone a dramatic change and whose entire body had begun to glow.

"Well……"

Amidst the mingled light, the Lion King let out a soft roar, and as the storm gradually subsided, the chaotic battlefield finally came to an end.

"The Lion King?"

Aside from Lovi, who had anticipated this, everyone present was stunned. Although the Lion King in front of them had not changed her appearance and still had the standard Takeuchi face of the Artoria race, her aura and magic had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Artoria, in particular, was filled with disbelief. The "Lion King" before her was displaying a side of her that she had never seen before, one that was even more imposing and powerful.

The jet-black armor, the light golden hair, the imposing and angular head ornament, the "Holy Lance" resembling a demonic pillar with alternating red and black patterns, and Bedivere and Artoria suddenly understood what Lovi had just meant by "Cast off" and "the hemisphere has changed".