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

"Having understood everything, do you still insist on going back to the past? Even if it means witnessing your country and people plunge into an even more terrible hell again, are you willing to do it? Knight King, you are the real demon..."

"I……"

Artoria's face showed an expression of great struggle.

"……do not know."

"Since you don't know what to do," Luo Wei smiled, "why don't you want to hear other people's opinions?"

"Your opinion?"

"No, it's not mine. After all, I've done enough to comfort you. Now it's up to you to get through this on your own. Open that envelope; there should be a message Merlin left for you inside."

"You mean that letter that had nothing written on it?"

"Huh?"

Upon hearing Artoria's words, Lovi's expression faltered slightly, then he stared at her in astonishment.

"You mean, that letter... was empty?"

"Ah."

Artoria nodded. She had opened the envelope long before the banquet ended, but it was completely empty except for Merlin's petals.

"I see..." In an instant, Luo Wei seemed to understand as well.

Very well, damn Merlin...

How dare she play me for a fool? What do you mean she'll understand everything after watching it? This is clearly handing over all the work to me.

Thinking of this, Luo Wei sighed helplessly, but since he had already come this far, he had no intention of abandoning them.

“Hey, Saber, actually, the problem isn’t with your wish. After all, everyone has regrets in their life, and things that make them feel remorseful, which is why they yearn for a miracle to make up for those regrets. You’re just too deeply trapped and haven’t been able to get out.”

Lovi calmly said, "The King of Conquerors does not intend to use the Holy Grail to return to his own era and start conquering again, but focuses on the present. The King of Heroes does not intend to use the Holy Grail to resurrect his deceased best friend. Similarly, Scáthach will not use the Holy Grail to wish for death. They are not bound by their past selves. In this Holy Grail War, only you have not been able to get out of it."

"...You mean my wish wasn't wrong?"

Looking at Lovi, who had completely transformed into a spiritual mentor, Artoria asked a question.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but only for you. After all, everyone wants to make up for regrets. The only mistake is that you've already done your best, so there's nothing left to make up for."

"As your spiritual mentor, let me give you a suggestion. You are currently in a state of being half-dead, which means you are on the way to returning the Holy Sword, right? In that case, after you return to your own era, don't rush to return the Holy Sword and wait for death. Instead, take the Holy Sword and travel around the world. You can go to Rome, Egypt, India, or even the East. Travel to different countries and see the rise and fall of different dynasties."

"The longer you live, the more you see. I believe that the different customs and cultures of this world, as well as many completely different things, will give you different experiences and insights. When you truly understand or get tired of it, then return the Holy Sword."

"Working for the inhibitory force is actually the stupidest thing to do. The heartless boss Alaya has ripped off all those fine young people who became his guardians. So, enjoy your life to the fullest. Your first half of life belongs to Britain, but your second half should be for yourself."

As he finished speaking, Luo Wei stood up and dusted off his clothes.

Then she threw the Golden Sword and the Sword of Victory together in front of Artoria, letting her make her own choice. She then left with Scáthach, who had listened to the entire lesson with a thoughtful expression, leaving Artoria sitting there alone, quietly waiting to disappear.

"Hey, Master, I just realized you're quite the charmer when it comes to bewitching people." Scáthach, who had been waiting for a long time, raised an eyebrow at Lovi upon his return and teased him.

"Your mouth is probably no less powerful than that of the devil who tempts people to fall."

"What do you mean by bewitching people? How is that related to the devil? I'm clearly a spiritual mentor, okay?"

"..."

Scáthach didn't answer, she just looked at him calmly.

"But is that all you're going to do? Why not just end it here?" Scáthach glanced at the distraught Artoria and continued, "Or perhaps try to comfort her a little more?"

"Come on, she's much older than me. Even though the Conqueror King always calls her 'little girl,' she's almost forty, older than all of us."

"Since you're all grown up, you might just be a bit stubborn, but you're not really naive. It would be impolite to continue."

Rowe pulled out the staff he had gotten from Merlin, then unceremoniously hoisted it onto his shoulder and looked up at the night sky.

At that moment, a shooting star quietly streaked across his head.

He made a silent wish in his heart, and then left with Scáthach.

Meanwhile, Saber, still amidst the ruins, gazes at the pure white figure on the golden sword, silently reaching out her finger to touch it.

"To start the second half of my life anew, to embark on an final journey..."

"This does seem like a good option."

She murmured to herself, then raised her head and looked up at the endless sky.

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Update complete, it was a pleasure to write.

This means that Saber's part is almost finished, and this blockhead has finally come to his senses.

Some phrases in this chapter are borrowed from a previous book, as the overall meaning is roughly the same. I referred to my own previous books and found that no matter how I rewrote them, it would be similar. However, this time I kept the word count close to 6900, and 400 words in this chapter are free. So don't worry.

Saber still has some screen time later on, but it's pretty much over by then.

We can head to the next film set now.

Not a moment was spent grieving King Arthur's departure; the next to arrive on the battlefield was...

Chapter 6 The World of Heaven and Earth Struggle for Supremacy (5 words)

The night was already deep.

This battle that transcends time and space is now coming to an end.

It wasn't just a battle between the King of Knights and the Magician.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield...

After Kirei Kotomine and Zouken Matou ran off to some unknown place and engaged in a fierce battle.

"Assemble here, my army—!!"

With a resounding roar from the Conqueror King, terrifying magical power erupted, engulfing the area where everyone was. The next moment, the world around them changed. The pitch-black night and the dense forest vanished, replaced by a sandstorm and a vast army seemingly capable of ravaging the heavens and earth.

In the blink of an eye, in a world of endless yellow sand, countless battles raged.

Accompanied by a resounding battle cry, a vast army slowly emerged from the horizon of the yellow sand.

In the desert, the scorching wind whipped across their faces, and the blazing sun beat down relentlessly on Kenneth and Webber, leaving them drenched in sweat.

However, at this moment, what terrified Kenneth even more than the extremely harsh weather was the terrifying and awe-inspiring army behind him. The vast, terrifying army was marching towards them in a mighty, unstoppable force.

Iskandar, who had been standing beside them, had somehow moved to the front of the army. He gripped the reins tightly and drove his divine chariot at the front, guiding his troops forward like a compass through the vast, sandy world.

"I am Iskandar, the Conqueror! Warriors gathered under my banner! Now is the time to demonstrate our kingly way! Tell me, what is conquest?!"

Immediately afterwards, Iskandar, who was standing at the very front, suddenly stopped the wheels, then drew the Cypros sword hanging at his waist, a symbol of conquest and victory, and let out a resounding question and shout.

The loud voice startled Kenneth and Webber. They looked closely and saw that Iskandar was no longer the idiot he had been when they were together. His original roughness was now completely covered by his domineering aura.

At this moment, he resembled a victorious general commanding thousands of troops, leading his army to march across this land, and indeed, that was the case…

The Conqueror King signifies conquest.

Unlike those hereditary kings who inherit the throne through the blessings of their ancestors, Iskandar's life was filled with death, slaughter, and conquest. His feet trod the flames of war, his hands gripped destruction, and his path was unstoppable from beginning to end. For him, it was a path of war and dominance leading to conquest.

Everything he has is not given to him by anyone; he has earned it all through his own hard work. He started from nothing, conquered everything, and ruled over all until he became a king. This is his way of conquering.

At this moment, the endless army and warhorses that appeared behind him were the warriors who shared the same ambition and had been with him all the way.

Faced with Iskandar's questioning, they raised their weapons and followed his steps, shouting as they advanced.

"The best course is to conquer the whole country, the next best is to destroy it, and the last best is to conquer it!"

"The best course is to conquer the entire nation, followed by destroying it, and then there is conquest!"

The soldiers marched in perfect unison, their voices shattering the heavens and earth.

Their wills were aligned, and together they sang the praises of the kingly way and the true meaning of conquest.

"Is this what he calls the way of the king?"

Kenneth was completely shocked by the scene before him. Although he had been pulled in by Iskandar once before to avoid Kiritsugu Emiya's bombing, the rush of that time prevented him from witnessing the full view of this desert world.

This time, when he saw the Macedonian army that had once traversed this desert, even he, who was usually arrogant, was so shocked by its imposing presence that he involuntarily took several steps back.

Just like the feeling Weber had when he first entered and faced this scene, a sense of vastness and immensity, and of humanity's insignificance, and of who truly controls destiny, enveloped his ordinary heart, and for a moment, his heart was filled with surging emotions.

Is this the complete view of Iskandar's Realm Marble, also known as the "King's Army"?

Such a magnificent world, such unimaginable miracles, are now being performed by a Rider who knows absolutely nothing about magic.

"Hahahahahaha—!!" Hearing the soldiers' response, Iskandar laughed loudly, "My warriors!!"

Tell me, where is our ultimate realm located?!

There was no time to concern himself with Kenneth's feelings. The towering Iskandar stood atop his chariot, raising his sword and pointing it directly at the heavens. He once again roared from the depths of his soul: "What do we seek—?!"

"The Sea at the End of the World!"

"The End of the Sea!!"

"The Sea at the End of the World—!!!"

……

At this moment, every soldier present moved in perfect unison, their wills resonating. They raised their weapons, shouting the name they had chased in life, their eyes filled with fervor as they looked at Iskandar standing before them. The resounding voices seemed to shake the entire desert landscape.

This place is a mental world constructed by Iskandar the Conqueror and his former warriors. It is a manifestation of a Noble Phantasm capable of overriding reality and distorting the world, and it is also his trump card that he is proud of.

Iskandar believed that as long as he stood once again with the soldiers who had helped him create his empire, he would conquer whatever lay ahead, whether it be the abyss or the stars!

"This is the Conqueror King's trump card, such a magnificent Realm Barrier... Amazing, truly amazing..."

Even Finn McCool, who lived in the Age of Gods, experienced countless battles, and witnessed the miracles of the gods, was deeply moved when he saw this terrifying army that seemed to swallow the land whole.

If we're talking about heroes with immense personal strength, he's seen countless like them in his life.

His knightly order, and himself, were all such figures—heroes capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly.

But this was the first time I had ever seen a scene like Iskandar's, where he raised his arm and summoned an army of ten thousand men, so perfectly aligned, with their will reaching the heavens and their shouts shaking the firmament.

Whether it was him, King Arthur, or Queen Scáthach, the great deeds created by the hero kings were all imbued with a magical quality and divine influence, because the deeds they created were not merely human deeds, but divine deeds.