Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

For the first time, a complex emotion other than arrogance appeared in the eyes of the God-King.

It wasn't the Servant's spirit base that was burning; it was the broken soul of a human gambling everything. This resolute determination even moved him.

Bedwell charged forward fearlessly.

At this moment, just as Ramses saw it.

In that brief moment...

Bedwell could no longer contain himself.

Even if vaporized by the Holy Lance...

Even if one's own soul were to completely dissipate.

He could no longer back down.

Nitocris's purple eyes flickered with anxiety and confusion.

"What is he going to do at this point? It's already—"

I sensed a kind of obsession.

That obsession with atonement.

"This is insane... Absolutely insane!"

Mordred gritted his teeth, trying to rush forward and grab Bedivere, but was pinned to the spot by the oppressive power of the Holy Lance.

Dr. Roman: "Impossible! Bedivere was never a Servant. He... is a human being, a real human being who has lived to this day and endured countless hardships!"

Mashu's eyes reddened, and the light patterns on her Holy Cross Shield flickered violently as she struggled with all her might to break through the storm's obstruction.

"I'm sorry... Actually, it's all my fault."

"I have kept many things from you."

Bedwell did not turn around.

Every step he took was on broken stone slabs.

The silver arm gleamed with a faint yet resolute light.

That arm, bearing the wish for redemption, shone brighter than any Noble Phantasm at that moment.

The pillar of light from the Holy Lance scorched his armor... Bedivere's body, along with the burning Silver Arm, emitted a charred smell.

however.

"That's enough, Bedivere."

The silver knight suddenly paused.

He suddenly looked up at the Lion King.

The other person still had that cold expression.

If it wasn't the Lion King who called his name, then what could it be...?

Keng——

Keng——

Keng——

The sound of black armor suddenly rang out.

His dark golden hair fell loosely, and his eyes were cold and calm.

Although she appears to be a petite young female knight, she possesses unprecedented power.

"you are--"

"I'm not alone."

The black-clad female knight spoke calmly.

"And me too! I'm a little embarrassed, but I still asked Master to come..."

The female knight, as beautiful as a flower, possessed a pure white and adorable charm that Bedivere had never seen before.

Bedwell was stunned.

His face was filled with shock.

"Seriously, what is this all about! It's a rare holiday, can't I even rest for a bit?!"

The girl, wearing a beret and looking rather plain, holds a magic staff.

However, the beret seems to have been worn crooked because it was worn in such a rush.

"Your hat is crooked~~"

Lily kindly helped her pull it up.

"Huh?! Is that so? Because I was in such a rush when I left home—"

The little wild boar's face turned bright red.

X kept looking around.

"Hey, hey, hey?! How did I get here?! Wait... how come there's another me over there?! Has Artoria increased in value again?!"

X tugged at his hat, somewhat displeased.

"Ah! Master X!"

When Lily saw X, she got a little excited and jumped up and said.

"Ah, Lily's here too. And Caster's... well, the black Saber. But let's put aside our excitement about the reunion for now and deal with the newcomer properly."

"No!"

Mordred jumped up excitedly.

"The Black Father, the Caster's Father, the Little Father, and even the Father of the Universe have come!"

Father saved the day!

a.

"Wait a minute, if Miss Artoria and the others are here, that means..."

Mash suddenly realized that under normal circumstances, only one person with the same Spirit Origin could appear in a Singularity... but now that so many of Artoria's Spirit Origins had appeared, there was only one possibility...

"Holy Lance - Anchor Pull... It is a cursed lance that tears the earth apart and pierces the sky!"

"The Thirteenth Fang—"

"Shining in the Gun of the End!"

Crimson lightning swirled, and the breath of star deflected the Lion King's holy spear.

Kokuzuma IX, Hikiyama VIII: The black cursed holy spear in the hand of the blonde girl spirals at high speed.

In addition, she herself also made a high-speed spiral sprint, like a deep red electric drill, and plunged into the holy lance's radiance, which was like a curtain of light!

“It’s Senior!”

Mashu breathed a sigh of relief!

Hold on!

The senior is back!

"Because the senior has arrived, the Servant can be materialized using the Imaginary Manifestation technique, so there will be no contradiction!"

"The rest is up to you, Artorias!"

The four Artoria nodded after receiving the instructions.

Each of them assumed a charging stance, full of enthusiasm.

"But...my king, these are all sins I have committed..."

Bedivere looked at his silver arm, an arm that—not the arm of the god of war Nuada, but the arm of King Arthur—the Sword of Excalibur.

"I must return the Holy Sword..."

"I know, I've known for a long time."

A handsome, wicked smile curled at the corner of Hei Dai's mouth.

“That’s right… Merlin, that bastard, said you have to return the Holy Sword to atone for the sins you’ve committed over the past fifteen hundred years, right?”

Bedivere lowered his eyes:

"It is so, Your Majesty. On the third occasion, I disobeyed your command and failed to return the Holy Sword to the lake, therefore..."

He made a mistake.

A mistake that cannot be undone without a life.

"Ha, he really knows how to make things difficult for people."

"You made a mistake."

Blackie slowly shook his head: "Merlin said you must return the Holy Sword to King Arthur, and that's certainly true..."

"He never said he wanted to return it to any one of them."

"In other words, if any one of the four of us takes your holy sword, you can be considered to have completed your mission."

"So, give me the Holy Sword and go get some rest, Bedivere."

"Lion King, we're here to help you defeat him."

? !

Bedivere: Huh?

Is...is that so?

Isn't this the script where I give it my all, burn myself out, and risk my life?

"Although I am no longer the Knight King you know, you are still my subordinate, Bedivere. Do you remember... why I wanted you to become a Knight of the Round Table?"

"I..."

Hei Dai laughed.

At this moment, she no longer seemed like the tyrannical knight king.

That demeanor seemed no different from that of the kings of the past.

"I will never forget..."

"No matter when, no matter the outcome..."

"In that forest, the face that knew I would eventually worry about."

“Bedwell—I said…”

"You don't need to torment yourself with regrets—your journey...and the pain, you don't have to endure anymore."

Hei Dai's voice had lost some of its brutality and indifference, and gained more gentleness and understanding.

However, the reason she asked her Master to fight in place of Bedivere was...

It's because...

No matter what,

None of them can forgive the sins they have committed in their own foolishness.

To put it simply...

The hardest thing for a person to accept is themselves.

Chapter 219 The Sixth Singularity: The Sacred Round Table Domain: The Final Battle of the Sixth Singularity (Part 2): Giving Dreams to the Stars

Merlin said you just need to return the Holy Sword to King Arthur, but he never said which one.

Blackie took Bedivere's holy sword.

Bedivere's silver arm trembled slightly.

The silver light seemed to have found its home, instantly merging into Artoria's hand.