In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

In short, things beyond our comprehension cannot be presented to us in a concrete form.

But for Artoria, it was a different story.

She is indeed a human being; that is an indisputable fact.

But at the same time, she was also a miracle child born in Camelot through conceptual conception, possessing a heart almost identical to that of a dragon.

and so--

Artoria has the ability to reach things that are inaccessible to humans.

This is determined by the characteristics of the "dragon".

But similarly, the part of us that is human cannot be erased.

This also caused everything she came into contact with to collapse into things that humans could understand.

The two become intertwined in this process, spiraling upwards continuously.

Ultimately, this resulted in the Rhongomyniad, the spear that shines at the end.

This is a conceptual weapon that appeared here because of the king's prayer.

Although it is called a "gun", its true form is a far more profound existence - it is called the "Tower Connecting the World's Inside and Outside".

The reason they came together in the concept of "gun" was simply to allow Artoria's human side to touch upon existence.

But all of this is narrated from the perspective of "human beings".

For Vortigern, who also possesses the characteristic of a "dragon," it presents a different perspective.

The weapon Artoria held in her hand was the holy spear that he had been searching for, the one that could bring the Age of Gods back to the earth.

"Why?!"

Voodoo, now transformed into a dragon, roared hysterically.

The raging wind, carrying his anger, swept across the final battlefield.

"Why is it that you, who have nothing to protect and are like an empty shell, have gained its approval?"

"Why not me?!"

"If I could obtain such a weapon, the Age of Gods would once again engulf the land of Britain!"

"Yes."

Artoria grasped the Rhongomyniad, the spear that was gradually taking shape within the pillar of light and shining with the light of the end.

Her expression was both resolute and sorrowful.

"Why was it I who gained its approval?"

"Even now, I have never thought of a reason that can explain all of this."

"But--"

The Knight King wiped away the last remaining starlight from the spear that had coalesced into a long spear.

“Vortigern, since it has chosen me, it means that everything you have done is absolutely not what Britain needs.”

“I will kill you here, according to fate.”

"Please sleep forever."

The Rhongomyniad Spear of the End truly possesses enough power to kill the massive white dragon in a single strike.

This was the first time Vortigern had experienced the fear of death.

It was so real that it could not be explained as a hallucination.

"No! I won't accept any of this!"

Voodoo's resistance was to no avail.

The Rhongomyniad, shining brightly, was gracefully hurled into the sky by the king.

A golden streak drew across the sky.

Unwilling to die like this, the white dragon swung its sharp claws, trying to shatter the spear that had been formed.

But the moment he touched it, he realized that he was absolutely incapable of doing such a thing.

Because what is entrusted to the gun is no longer just Artoria's own will, but a higher-level concept.

It does not bring "death," but rather announces the "end" of the goal.

tear-

The spear pierced through the white dragon's palm, then through the skin of his chest, then through the muscles beneath the skin, and finally reached his heart.

"Do not--!!!"

Blood gushed from the white dragon's body, staining the ground crimson.

The enormous shell began to disintegrate, transforming into tens of thousands of particles that slowly rose into the sky.

In this silence that heralded his fall, Vortigern slowly returned to his original form.

No.

It's not the same as it used to be.

A hole had been pierced through his chest.

However, compared to physical injuries, the complete destruction of the spirit is a far more severe blow.

"People of Britain, why don't you choose me?"

"I will kill you all... I will kill you all!!!"

There was a pop.

Vortigern landed on the boulder.

His body remained motionless, silently proclaiming the passing of life.

The White Dragon is dead.

The Rhongomyniad, shining with light, also began to fall downwards.

The moment it touched the ground, a golden light spread out like ripples from the point of impact.

This is a shockwave powerful enough to shake Britain.

The Knights of the Round Table, both on and off the battlefield, felt this.

Even if they didn't witness this great battle at all.

on the street.

Kai was looking at the parchment in his hand, planning how to use the military funds.

Just like many years ago, he was extremely frugal with his spending, and those who knew him secretly called him the "miserly knight."

But only Kai knew that these were things that Artoria had “borrowed” from him, and he could not afford to waste even a single nail.

The Holy Lance landed, and its shockwaves spread throughout Britain.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

"Artoria, you haven't gotten into trouble again, have you?"

Although he said that, Kai's heart was filled with worry for his sister.

On the city wall.

Agguwen was looking at the distant horizon.

He could feel the overwhelming aura emanating from it.

He murmured softly, in a voice only he could hear:

"Father...did you succeed?"

Inside the palace.

Bedivere was handling a great many affairs—appointed by King Arthur as a court steward, he worked diligently and conscientiously every day.

He stopped writing on the parchment and looked through the small window at the wheat fields stretching for miles.

His eyes held no joy, only worry.

"Your Majesty...are you paying the price for Britain with yourself?"

This is a dramatic change.

Each Knight of the Round Table experienced something different from it.

You don't know these things.

[Because you and Lancelot, who were at the point where the Rhongomyniad (Spear of the End) landed, were the two Knights of the Round Table most severely affected.]

You and he both passed out.

[Gift of the Crimson Dragon + Activated: The blood of the Crimson Dragon flows within you, providing you with protection from Artoria.]

You woke up before Lancelot.

You sense that something is wrong.

It should have been a cause for celebration to slay King Vortigern with the Rhongomyniad spear.

But Ian discovered that it wasn't like that at all.

The magic flowing within his body silently told him that a violent change was taking place where the Holy Lance had fallen.

What caused all of this?

Ian's eyes searched his surroundings.

The first thing that catches the eye is the three holy swords in the lake.

At this moment, they are stuck in the ground here and there.

Ian ruled out this possibility almost instantly—because he didn’t sense anything unusual about the Excalibur Galatine.

There shouldn't be any problems with Aroundight, the Unbreakable Sword of the Lake, and Excalibur, which are also holy swords of the lake.