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

The "person" named Ian has completely disappeared.

But the world keeps turning.

A few dandelions were blown into the sky by the cool breeze, drifting towards the distant horizon.

Artoria's eyes gradually regained their light.

"here it is……"

The girl was somewhat puzzled.

He had clearly made a contract with the Rhongomyniad that defied common sense.

At the end of that promise, the laws of fantasy descend once more.

The land will once again be shrouded in the Age of Gods, and mystery will flood every corner of Britain.

Those smiles that only exist in dreams will take root and bloom once again.

The price to pay was merely a "small sacrifice" told to me by the voice in my head.

but--

Artoria looked around, seemingly lost.

She doesn't seem to have lost anything.

The Rhongomyniad, the spear of the end, stood before him, radiating bursts of starlight.

Was the contract terminated prematurely?

That is impossible.

Who would dare to stop the Rhongomyniad, the spear that shines at the end of time, capable of shaking the entire nation of Britain?

If that were actually done, any trace of its existence would be completely erased.

Speaking of which——

Artoria looked at the three holy swords stuck in the ground in the distance.

Excalibur is a blade that he borrowed from the Lady of the Lake.

The pristine Aroundight was a gift from the lake spirits who raised Lancelot;

What about the remaining Excalibur Galatine?

I have no memory of ever wielding it.

But it's right here.

Thinking further—

Artoria looked at the Excalibur Galatine, the sword of victory that had received the blessing of the sun, with a somewhat solemn expression.

Why did I borrow two holy swords from the lake?

I knew that having Excalibur would have been enough to get me this far.

Why is all this happening?

"king!"

An anxious voice came from inside.

Artoria looked in the direction of the sound and saw Gawain rushing over.

I'm so sorry I'm only getting to you now!

"The situation on the road is much more complicated than we imagined."

"It's not your fault, so there's no need to blame yourself too much."

After all, once Rhongomyniad landed, this place was no longer just a battlefield.

It's not hard to understand what kind of accident might happen.

However, something still doesn't seem right.

"..."

"Gawain, why are you looking at me like that?"

Artoria looked at the knight in front of her with a puzzled expression.

Is there anything wrong with what I said?

“No.” Gawain shook his head. “Everything Wang said is correct.”

"only--"

Gawain looked at the Knight King before him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"You seem to be crying."

"..."

Artoria's pupils dilated in an instant.

With trembling hands, she touched her eyes—just as Gawain had said, they were wet with tears.

Why... is this happening?

The final battle of the Knight King ended in a resounding victory.

This is destined to be a battle recorded in human history.

But all of this has nothing to do with you anymore.

You no longer possess the qualities of a "human being," but are merely a body consumed by obsession.

You walked through forests, waded through rivers, crossed mountains, and traversed wheat fields.

You have returned to Camelot.

You have arrived at the royal court under the moon.

You have entered Morgan's room.

Morgan was sitting by the window.

She gazed at the sea of ​​flowers under the moonlight outside the window, a wave of sadness washing over her blue eyes.

She had lost count of how many times she had suffered from insomnia.

What's even more frightening is that she doesn't know why she has insomnia.

Morgan picked up the two letters beside her, looked at the densely written contents, and tears streamed down her face.

These were just ordinary family letters written by their children, Gawain and Gareth, who were away from home.

But why did I become like this?

The proud princess couldn't explain why—she only felt a huge emptiness in her heart.

Suddenly.

Morgan looked toward the door.

As a skilled magician, she sensed something coming in from there.

but--

How could I not be able to tell what it was at all?

Morgan stared at the empty space, hoping that something would suddenly appear from there and tell him the answers to all his questions.

But in reality, there was nothing there.

Is it an illusion?

Just as Morgan was feeling heartbroken, he felt a familiar touch on his waist.

Not an illusion.

Something is right beside you.

Having confirmed this, Morgan suppressed all his emotions.

As a skilled magician, she knew what to do in this situation.

The identification technique unfolded in an instant, but the result sent a shiver down the spine of the proud princess.

That was not a "person," but an obsession.

It comes from a distant battlefield.

Morgan simply couldn't fathom how a body of this size could have traveled thousands of miles to get here.

What shocked her even more was that this body was also imbued with a curse she herself had placed upon it.

Is he here for revenge?

No.

The hands that touched me were gentle and familiar.

Morgan couldn't sense any malice in it at all.

All she could feel was endless longing.

She realized that the other person was very important to her, but no matter what she did, she couldn't think of a name that matched theirs.

I don’t know how long it took.

As Morgan was lost in this feeling, he heard a faint voice in his ear.

"Your Highness, it's time. I must go."

"Goodbye."

Morgan, who was usually calm, suddenly panicked.

Her intuition told her that this was a final farewell.

"Don't go! Stay with me a little longer!"

"You say you need a reason?!"