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Meiliuqina was speechless.

She desperately wanted this to be a battle without any losses, but reality repeatedly told her that it was impossible.

"There is no need for such sorrow, my knights."

Artoria's voice rang out at that moment.

Under the moonlight, the king of Camelot held his gleaming golden spear blade high.

"At least, we still have survivors."

"We still have a future."

"Didn't we set out for this moment? Every one of us has come here prepared to die."

"Sing aloud, my comrades! This is a hard-won victory. Those knights who sacrificed their lives would never want to see us in sorrow!"

"..."

silence.

Artoria's encouragement did not have much effect.

until--

Ian clapped.

"Ah."

"We won."

"We won, carrying their share."

The dragon's words were simple and clear, yet at this moment, they were all the more precious.

Soon, Morgan, whose soul had separated from his own, also began to applaud.

"Yes."

"We finally won after all this time."

"Everyone."

Morgan turned around and looked at the soldiers that Artoria had just encouraged.

"I know you want to cry."

"But this is not the time to be sad."

"For those who are still alive, for Camelot's tomorrow, for Britain's tomorrow, we should all pull ourselves together."

"Your Majesty, you will treat these knights with the best treatment, won't you?"

Meeting Morgan's gaze, Artoria nodded without the slightest hesitation.

"Yes, of course I will do that."

"They are Camelot's finest knights."

The suppressed emotions were finally relieved at this moment, and the knights who had been silent began to raise their hands in response to Artoria's call.

"For Britain! For Camelot!"

"For Britain! For Camelot!"

Those who are still alive inherit the obsessions of the deceased at this moment.

for a long time.

Ian, Morgan, and Artoria sat together.

"Thank you."

Looking at him and her in front of her, Artoria said softly.

In the past, she probably wouldn't have been willing to do this, but now she can do it without any psychological burden.

"Your thanks have a rather special meaning."

Morgan smiled slightly.

"However, there's no need for that."

"Even if you don't say anything, it's still what I want to say, and that will never change."

"Camelot, no, I should say all of Britain, has been in chaos for far too long."

"Artoria, we need to do something to make this normal again."

"elder sister."

Altria nodded.

"You're right."

"Just speaking of which—"

The King of Camelot looked at Ian to one side.

"I feel that he has put in just as much effort as we have."

"..."

"I know, I know everything."

Morgan came to Ian's side and took his hand.

"Little sister, don't forget."

“I… am completely united with him, and I understand his feelings much better than you do.”

"He——"

Morgan gently stroked Ian's cheek.

"At that time, I couldn't actually feel anything."

"Sister, what do you mean by this?"

“He was very angry then, Artoria.”

Morgan took Ian's hand.

"No matter how we try to calm him down, we can't get him to quiet down."

"..."

Artoria also looked at Ian.

Judging from the undisguised look in the other person's eyes, she knew that all of this was true.

"Have they gotten that angry?"

"Because Camelot is my home."

Ian took Artoria's hand.

"It's your home too."

"I will never forgive anyone who tries to destroy this home."

"Has it already been taken as a home?"

A smile appeared on Artoria's face.

"Yes."

“This is your home—you are my husband, if this isn’t your home, then where is your home?”

At this point, Artoria seemed to suddenly realize something.

She then extended her other hand toward Morgan.

"This is also my sister's home, and it's our home."

"That's pretty obvious, my sister."

Morgan smiled calmly.

"I no longer get angry about those things."

Because I will—

Right in front of Artoria, Morgan stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on Ian's cheek.

Then, as if savoring the memory, she licked her lips and revealed a smug expression.

"Take 'retaliation' directly."

"..."

"I can do that kind of trick too."

As if not to be outdone, Artoria, in the same manner as Morgan, left a kiss on Ian's cheek.

"Sister, please don't be angry."

"..."

"..."

Artoria and Morgan looked at each other and laughed.

Because both she and her already knew that this was a rather childish act.

"That's enough joking around, Artoria."

Morgan stopped smiling.

"What are you going to do next?"

Morgan said this, and then looked at the "tree" not far away.

Bathed in moonlight, it looked enormous and eerie.

"This seems to have grown out of the earth's veins."

"Are we just going to leave it here like this?"

"..."

"Sister, you must have something on your mind, right?" Artoria also looked at the tree.

"Just say it directly."

"We...shouldn't hide things from each other anymore."

"That--"

Morgan gazed at the colossal object that existed in the depths of Britain.

"I'd like to use it, what do you say?"

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"Use it?"

"Ah."

"I understand."

"Oh?"

Morgan turned around and looked at his sister, Artoria.

"How come you don't have any objections at all?"

“There’s nothing to doubt. I believe you.” Artoria smiled slightly. “You’re definitely thinking of Britain, aren’t you?”

"Now that you mention it, it seems like I've completely lost the meaning of doing bad things."

Morgan shrugged.

"However, this feeling isn't bad."

"So, how does your sister plan to use this?"