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

After handing Avalon over to Lovi, Aozaki Touko sat down next to him and lit a cigarette.

"Senior Orange, smoke less. You've already gone through almost a whole pack since you left home."

Seeing the empty cigarette pack in Aozaki Touko's hand, Luo Wei kindly reminded her.

However, this only earned him a glare from the other party.

"Are you my husband? Why are you interfering in my personal life? Your body is something you can't protect; you'll have to replace it someday. Even if it's harmful to my health, it doesn't matter to me. Besides..."

"When you're in a bad mood, what else can you do to relieve it if you don't smoke or drink?"

Slowly exhaling a smoke ring, Aozaki Touko said with a touch of melancholy.

Although she had convinced herself to exchange the Lesser Grail for Avalon with Lovi, the feeling of handing over what she so desperately desired was still truly awkward. This forced her to remain there, transforming into a demon in the smoke, to alleviate her current melancholy.

"..."

It was clear that Aozaki Touko was a little awkward, but Luo Wei just gave a wry smile and didn't say anything more.

Although he was the one who told her the secret about the Third Magic, Irisviel had captured Touko first. He also understood that Touko had truly sacrificed herself for him this time.

I couldn't help but feel grateful for her efforts.

Then Scáthach sat down on the other side of the bench and asked with interest,

"Master, have you finished what you said you were going to do?"

"Yes, things went smoothly on my end too. I got the last piece of the puzzle without any problems."

Luo Wei nodded. He didn't hide anything from the two people in front of him, directly showing his arm covered with Command Seals, and explained to them.

"Originally, this was my second plan before Avalon was available. But now that we've acquired Avalon, this is a complete guarantee."

"Is this... a Command Seal?"

Even the usually composed Scáthach was surprised to see so many Command Seals covering Lovi's arm. Aozaki Touko, standing beside him, looked at him as if she'd seen a ghost.

"More than thirty Command Seals! Where did they come from?"

They asked in surprise.

"Yes, it was given to me willingly by an old priest, who hoped to atone for his sins with it."

Luo Wei answered casually.

"..."

To this, Aozaki Touko was completely convinced and speechless.

Father, sin, what does this all mean?

Even if they wanted to atone for their sins, they wouldn't hire a magician like you, would they?

This guy sometimes likes to play this Riddler game too.

However, more than anything else, she feels joy right now.

Because it's not just Avalon anymore, now with so many Command Seals...

Honestly, she had even started to feel sorry for the remaining Servants.

"By the way, you still haven't answered. What's the situation on your end? Have Kiritsugu Emiya and Saber been up to anything?" Lovi asked again.

Scáthach answered this question for Aozaki Touko.

"Kiritsugu Emiya was very calm and composed, seemingly having completely accepted reality. Saber, on the other hand, was both furious at our despicable behavior and astonished to see Kiritsugu Emiya take out her lost scabbard. She was completely bewildered, as if she had been deceived."

Recalling Artoria's expression at that moment, Scáthach couldn't help but laugh and retort.

"King Arthur is really slow-witted. Not only did he not realize that Berserker was his Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, but he also did not realize that his scabbard had been hidden by his Master. She is really quite pitiful."

"I see..."

Upon hearing this answer, Luo Wei nodded slightly, and to be honest, he wasn't surprised by the situation.

After all, Kiritsugu Emiya is an extremely self-centered and insecure man, so of course he wouldn't return the scabbard to Saber.

Although having this would greatly enhance Artoria's strength, Avalon can also purify curses and binding forces, meaning that Saber might be immune to the effects of his Command Seals.

They were already at odds, and returning this to Artoria would be tantamount to handing over the initiative. Therefore, even if it meant weakening the Servant's strength, he could not possibly return the scabbard to her.

This was only because he was threatened by Loewy; otherwise, Kiritsugu Emiya would have kept this secret from Artoria until his departure.

Poor King Arthur, he was betrayed all the time.

After listening to Scáthach's story, Rowe shook his head slightly.

"King Arthur, King Arthur, what a hassle... I'll have to help her out again soon because of the contract. I hope she'll be able to see things in a better light by then."

He murmured a few words of reflection, then looked at the sky in the distance, which was gradually turning a pale white, indicating that dawn was approaching.

As the beautiful morning sun rose, he stretched comfortably and then spread his arms to greet the first rays of sunlight.

If things go as expected, this should be the last peaceful day ahead.

Tonight, everything will come to an end.

That being the case...

After a moment of thought, Luo Wei seemed to suddenly realize something, and then he turned around to look at the two women sitting behind him, revealing a smile.

"What's wrong, Master? Is there something important?"

Scáthach asked with some curiosity.

"What happened now?"

Aozaki Touko's expression became tense again.

"Yes, there is indeed something very important..."

Lo Wei deliberately kept everyone in suspense, then extended his palm to the two ladies in front of him in the morning sun and asked earnestly.

"Ladies, may I have the honor of inviting you to breakfast together?"

Upon hearing this, the three people who were close by exchanged glances and then couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

Dawn has broken, and now all that's left is to wait...

As night falls, their final battle will begin, and all grudges will be settled at that moment.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Luring the Insects Out (5,500 words)

The flames of war are merciless, burning relentlessly across the land.

Endless wars buried the end of a nation.

Death and calamity descended upon this once beautiful land. Everything from the past has turned to ashes.

It's over, it's all over, it's all over.

Along with the glory of the knights, they were buried in the flames of war, vanishing into ashes along with the dynasty.

News of King Arthur's death spread throughout the continent, and even across vast distances, the mourning of an entire era could be heard, as if silently bidding farewell to a king.

……

"Why, why did everything turn out like this?!"

"Guinevere, my king... Agravuren, ahhhhh... what have I done?!"

Snap!

In the depths of a dream, a non-existent mirror suddenly shatters.

In the dimly lit room, a handsome man with long hair knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, wailing and howling. His face was now filled with madness.

All my previous impulsive actions, all my previous recklessness, everything I did before...

After learning what he had done, his once strong heart completely collapsed.

He killed his comrades; he betrayed his king.

He, he even... destroyed the entire Knights of the Round Table... destroyed the very country he fought for...

At this very moment, the queen, whom he had gone to such lengths to save from the flames, was also on the verge of death, her life hanging by a thread.

The man held Guinevere's delicate body tightly and then shouted in a low voice.

"Don't die! Don't die! You can't die, Empress!!"

The beautiful woman collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Lancelot… I’m sorry, we were wrong, we were so wrong… You shouldn’t have come to save me… Now, everything is beyond repair…”

"We are the ones who ruined Britain... We are the ones who killed King Arthur. It's all because of me that you killed Artoria..."

Guinevere had anticipated that Lancelot would try to force his way to her execution to save her, so in order not to implicate him, she took the poison Merlin had given her beforehand, hoping to dissuade Lancelot and make him back down.

However, Lancelot, who was blinded by anger at the time, didn't care about anything else and didn't listen to anything she said.

Wielding his longsword, he slaughtered his way through the Knights of the Round Table, carving a bloody path until he committed an unforgivable mistake. Only then did he realize that everything was too late to change anything...

Breaking free from Lancelot's embrace, Guinevere stumbled to her feet, then with her last strength rushed out the door, her gaze fixed on Britain, her eyes filled with tears. Her body then began to fall uncontrollably toward the place where she had lived for so many years, as if atoning for the country and land she had wronged.

But at this moment, it was all too late.

She closed her eyes forever.

"No, no... Your Majesty!!"

Seeing Guinevere die before his eyes in the end, it became the last straw that broke Lancelot's heart.

He roared furiously, in agony, cursing the sins he had committed.

"I am guilty! I am guilty!! The fault clearly does not lie with you, it is with me! It is I, this damned beast!! I caused the king's death, I defiled you, I not only betrayed the Knights of the Round Table, I also killed my comrades, I abandoned my responsibilities for personal feelings! If it weren't for me, if I were still alive, how could Mordred have started a war!!"

“I am unworthy to be called a knight, I am unworthy to live in this world. I should be executed by that king himself, subjected to the most severe punishment. But even that cannot atone for the betrayal I caused her, nor can it atone for the suffering I brought upon the people of Britain, nor can it repay the harm I caused to Gawain, Agravan, and Gareth! A bastard like me should forever fall into the deepest hell, but, but…”

"Now I have nothing left, not even the person who executed me! How can I face my son, Galahad, like this?!"

Looking at the queen who had died before him, Lancelot's mind was filled with vivid images of the sins he had committed during his madness.

First, he accidentally killed Agravuren, and later, in a fit of rage, he killed the unarmed Gareth.

The sister of the Sun Knight Gawain, the knight who admired him most in all of Britain, remained unarmed until the very last moment before he killed her, and even as she lay in a pool of blood, she did not show any resentment towards him.

What have I done?!