Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

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The turning point comes slowly and peacefully.

Bedivere fell down in silence.

In his mind he could hear the rustling of the springs along the Thames.

Suddenly there was silence, and the screen turned black until a scene appeared.

The handwriting accompanied the picture to the city at dusk.

It was a different picture from the present one, and the slightly hazy scene suggested that it might be someone’s memory.

Those Years, That King

Just six words.

This sums up the theme of this episode.

"That king... is it King Arthur?" Giorno Giovanna murmured softly.

"Interesting, maybe Bedivere's faults and all his background are hidden in this part?" Cu Chulainn paused and looked at the scene with curiosity on the timeline of the Fifth War.

Follow the sound of gears turning.

A confession gradually sounded on the screen.

It is not the narration introducing the plot, but the inner monologue of the Servant named Bedivere.

The dusty past unfolds.

Those doubts, those regrets, all poured into my mind as the door of memory opened.

"How long ago was it?"

"I have experienced a lot and forgotten a lot. But among all those things, it is this memory that remains in my heart."

The voice faded away.

The sky is dim and has the feel of old-fashioned film.

Accompanied by the sound of leisurely sound.

A petite girl with sticky hair stood on the city wall.

Her pupils are as deep as the sea, her heroic face is filled with unstoppable sorrow, and her thin body is covered in simple yet beautiful armor.

Looks so young.

The temperament is so clear.

It was as if she was a princess who had never left her boudoir.

Even though Bedivere had just entered the palace, he was just an acquaintance.

King Arthur Altria, his original appearance.

The appearance was lifelike, and the words he uttered were all about his concern for the country and the people.

If it weren't for the reality before us.

I'm afraid no one will believe it.

The famous King Arthur was still just a young girl.

At an age that should have been a time of joy and romance, she has already shouldered the destiny of the country, forged ahead, and shouldered all responsibilities.

In the FA world, Mordred's face suddenly changed.

After a long silence, his lips moved slightly and he uttered those two awkward words, "Father..."

Also at this time.

Returning to the plain where she was on the verge of death, Altria, who had repented for her inaction in the Holy Grail War and believed that she had lost her qualifications as a king, opened her eyes wide, staring at the extremely familiar face reflected on the screen, and whispered softly: "This... is me?"

What a distant era.

In Britain, which is called the end of the Age of Gods.

When she was still King Arthur.

When I met the first and final knight, Bedivere.

Those fellow Knights of the Round Table.

Even though Altria has fallen into this state, she cannot forget these compatriots.

Chapter 107. King Arthur: Good and Evil

So far in the past.

Dusk.

Bedivere's inner monologue about that scene.

The clips flickered, interspersed with his past, slowly narrating this past event.

That day.

He watched the sunset from the observation tower.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of iron shoes stepping on bricks and tiles.

Look ahead.

The king he served.

Strolling leisurely in the garden, walking alone.

The melody of the background music is a little sad.

Then poured out, what he thought from the bottom of his heart, the first and last knight.

He is a king of insight.

He revered the king.

He, and the knights, are in this country.

Witness the prosperity.

Sigh of decline.

Towards the end.

Now think carefully about the scenery at that time——

Britain's past could have constructed this style -

Surprisingly, all of them are the great achievements of King Arthur.

[The king looks like a teenager, but in fact, this should be the happiest age]

[At the age of 16, the king pulled out the sword of choice from the stone and became the king who ruled Britain.]

[Although the king has retained his youthful appearance, in fact, the king at that time was not much different from me in age. ]

[Since then, the king's body has stopped growing. Rather than saying it's the spirit's blessing, I can't help but feel that it's a curse.]

[This thin young king has experienced many fierce battles that I cannot match, and he is a great man who brought victory to Britain.]

[As a British, he led a foreign tribe to attack the humble king Vortigern who was destroying the country. ]

[Unified the vassal states that had been in a state of internal strife for a long time, and stopped the invasion of the Picts in the north.]

[Repel all the Saxons that are pouring in from the mainland,]

[The king of knights who restored the prosperous city of Camelot and Londinium, the largest city in the British Isles.]

【That is this, King Arthur. 】

[As long as this person is still here, Britain will not perish, and the pain will not spread. ]

With emotion and expectation.

All the knights sang praises to the king.

She talked about her great achievements.

This great achievement.

Even if you cross the galaxy and reach a different world that is contrary to real history, it will be highly praised.

"Using human hands, he created a god-level feat." In the world of Genshin Impact, Keqing looked at King Arthur with admiration against the backdrop of the surging golden scenery, praising him and saying, "If I could do the same..."

Seeing the monarchs of other worlds and Arthur leading the people forward, Keqing became more and more convinced that she could make Liyue a better place without relying on divine power!

"If the emperor of the empire had even a little bit of the qualities of this wise king... Alas!!" In the Chidi capital, the twin-tailed general Budd was worried, nodded slightly, and envied these knights who could follow the wise master: "If the empire could also..."

The subsequent words paused on his lips, and he took them back in bitterness. Then he punched his cheek hard, his eyes as determined as before. He believed that... he could wake up the little emperor who had joined the ministers through his own efforts.

The audience sighed.

But the real ones are the complicated ones.

It should be inside the Type-Moon.

Somewhere a goblin empire is built floating on corpses.

The royal city is also called Camelot.

The Fairy Queen's bedroom was empty. She had loose silver hair and was wearing a black veil mask.

Morgan, the king of the Lostbelt.

Silver hair fell on her well-proportioned shoulders, and her face hidden behind the black cloth was filled with a hint of envy.

Even though she was calm.

Witnessing this scene, my heart is still filled with ripples.

The appearance in the picture is so similar to her past appearance.

But he truly became the recognized savior that Morgan had so far eluded to achieve.