People in Type-Moon start from adopting Sakura

From ancient times to the present, magicians, novelists, scientists, and even beings beyond the universe have sought to deeply understand the philosophy of these two words and explore their true mysteries. Perhaps some special beings do understand or comprehend some of these principles, but those wise beings definitely do not include the confused Sleeping Beauty, King Arthur, and Altria Pendragon, who, on a small blue planet, cast their thoughts into the future after a sleep and witnessed countless events.

It was a long period of time that spanned nearly 1,500 years.

This king's body will remain in Great Britain, but her mind and spirit have traveled to a place in the Far East 1,500 years later. She finally woke up from her dream and slowly opened her tired eyes.

She woke up.

The king's spirit awakened.

Artoria's body once again returned to the clear sky of her homeland, beside the flowing stream, on the green grass, far away from the ruins of her homeland that had been completely destroyed by war and blood.

"Well……"

Altria sat up from the ground, covering her head. She felt a headache in a trance. After all, she seemed to have had a very real dream just now.

In that dream, she met many interesting people and clashed with kings and heroes from different eras.

Of course, there was also a certain annoying Master who made her feel extremely bad.

However, she was lucky. A magical young man became her second spiritual mentor in life. He guided her with actions and helped her understand a lot. He also suggested that she start her life anew, not stay in Great Britain all her life, but go out more and see the whole world. Now her spirit has followed his advice and returned to her own era.

Artoria stood up. Her blue and white corset dress was still stained with blood. It was the blood of the traitor, which dyed half of her body red. Her eyes, which gradually opened, were slightly reddened by the blood flowing down her forehead. However, since her left eye was still intact, she could still see everything around her clearly.

Because of Mordred's magic sword, a part of her helmet was cut off on the right side of her forehead, leaving her with a very serious and fatal wound, which could also cause her death.

Naturally, the rebel who triggered this war, Mordred, had been pierced by his own holy spear. The extremely powerful magic power was just like the time when he killed the white dragon Vortigern, destroying his chest and internal organs, completely severing his life, and his body was buried in the broken country.

Now... this place should be getting far away from Britain, right?

Artoria used her intact left eye to look at this place, which was completely different from the war-torn land, full of sunshine, warmth, forests and greenery. She had already remembered where this place was.

"--king!!"

Gradually, after Altria had just woken up and regained some clarity of mind, she suddenly heard a familiar voice full of surprise in her ears. It was someone calling her.

"This is……"

She turned around and looked towards the stream behind her, only to see a young man who might be mistaken for a woman, with an extremely handsome face and silver-gray hair, running towards her with an anxious and surprised look on his face.

"——King, you're awake!!"

Seeing the familiar figure, the silver-gray knight ran over as fast as he could, then excitedly held Altria's hand. Tears began to flow in his beautiful eyes, and his voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

This time, the silver-gray knight's face was completely imprinted in Artoria's vision. She could see the tears in the corners of his eyes, as well as the excitement and loss that could not be concealed on his face.

He was excited about the king's rebirth and sad that the king had lost everything.

But the two contradictory emotions merged perfectly at this moment and appeared on the knight's face at the same time, without any sense of incongruity, and very naturally.

"Bedivere..."

Seeing the silver-gray one-armed knight again, Artoria smiled and gently called out his real name.

His thoughts involuntarily recalled the days of the Round Table, when he fought alongside Bedivere and the other Knights of the Round Table. He also recalled the first time he offered his sword to him and declared his lifelong loyalty. Now...

Is it true that he is the one who will accompany me to the end again?

"King, you're awake."

Seeing Artoria wake up again after being in a coma for three days and three nights, Bedivere could not hide the joy on his face. He hurriedly took off his water bag and handed it to Artoria, hoping that she could drink some water.

"Well, thank you very much, Bedivere."

Taking the water bag handed to her, Artoria showed a long-lost smile to the silver-gray knight in front of her.

However, the next moment, after seeing Altria's face, the silver-gray knight in front of him was stunned.

"King...you're laughing?"

As King Arthur's personal attendant, Bedivere understood the immense pressure and responsibility the king bore better than anyone else. She had to conceal her identity and present a flawless image to the outside world in order to suppress the prying eyes of outsiders and stem the tide of internal strife. Her responsibility was immense, the weight of the thousand-pound burden bearing down unreservedly on her delicate frame. Bedivere felt breathless just watching, let alone the burden of Artoria.

Therefore, she never smiled except when she was victorious, and the smile she showed was just a forced one to avoid worrying the knights.

But now, after experiencing the destruction and betrayal of Britain, the king, who should have been completely desperate, actually smiled.

This was also the first time he saw King Arthur smile after he led the king to fight out of the blood-stained gladiolus hill.

Seeing this scene, Bedivere couldn't help but burst into tears.

"King, she seems to have figured it out..."

As a knight, he felt sincerely happy to see that Artoria seemed to have walked out of the shadow of the kingdom's destruction.

"What happened, King?"

"Well, I had a very unique dream, and I met a very special person there."

"That...what kind of dream was that? It must have been a very beautiful one..."

Looking at Altria's smiling face, Bedivere asked with concern.

"Um... no."

Hearing this question, Altria's eyes were a little melancholy. She couldn't help but recall the war trampling that Rowe had inflicted on her face, and his words that completely tore her dreams apart. She couldn't help but cover her cheeks with her hands, and then her expression became thoughtful.

"It was a dream that was a little painful, but very real."

She is still in great pain now, with fatal injuries to the corners of her eyes, chest, and forehead, but she has experienced this Holy Grail War.

Even Artoria was a little confused now. Are these injuries on her body the result of the Gladiolus Hill or the proof of her having participated in the Holy Grail War? This feeling was really strange, but...

"Sir Bedivere, let's put aside the dream for now. I have something to ask of you."

“—Yes, King!!”

Hearing the king's order, the silver-gray knight knelt on one knee excitedly, ready to receive the king's instructions as he had in the past.

"Help me get the Holy Lance, Sir Bedivere."

When the Holy Spear was mentioned, Altria's expression couldn't help but become a little melancholy.

Because the holy spear was stuck in the ground only a dozen meters away from her, but now she was in great pain all over her body. She stood up in a daze and did not have the strength to pull out the holy spear herself.

"As ordered."

Following this order, the silver-gray knight carefully returned the holy spear that had pierced the White Dragon Vortigern, which contained great power and covered thirteen seals, to the king.

This holy spear is not just a weapon. Its essence is a holy object that connects the inside and outside of the world, the anchor of the star, and it plays an important role in stitching together the human world and the inner sea of the star.

"Thank you."

Taking the holy spear handed over by Bedivere, Artoria used it as a fulcrum to stand up steadily again. With the power of the holy sword and the holy spear, her body was repairing at an extremely fast speed. For a moment, even the fatal wound on her forehead disappeared a lot at this moment.

During the time when her body was being repaired, Artoria was not idle either. She looked at Bedivere beside her with a smile and began to tell him about the strange dream she had just experienced.

Altria spoke seriously and Bedivere listened attentively.

Not only is the future world completely different from the present, but there are also those magical kings from different time and space.

The oldest hero king, the heroic conqueror king, the queen of the kingdom of shadows who still existed somewhere on the other side, and the legendary hero, Finn, whom he had only heard of from bards.

Bedivere was fascinated by these magical stories.

Especially after hearing that Wang fought with the young man named Rowe Crowley but was suppressed, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Of course, his smile was not a mockery, but a smile from the heart.

He also felt a special admiration and gratitude for the young man in the king's story, whose wisdom was comparable to that of Merlin the Sage.

It was because of him that the king could accept this reality so calmly and sit here to talk with him...

'Rovie Crowley.'

He secretly memorized the name and would always remember this favor. He knew that all the Knights of the Round Table owed this wise man a huge favor.

As the story was told, Artoria's body began to feel numb, and the eye that was about to lose its light now saw the colors of the world again.

At this moment, she saw clearly the world in front of her, and Bedivere who was quietly listening to her story.

Altria smiled slightly, knowing that her time was almost up.

"——Sir Bedivere."

So she called out softly.

"king--!!"

The silver-gray knight knelt on one knee again.

"Your body...huh?!"

Seeing Artoria stretching in the sunlight above her head, he immediately became nervous, worried that the king's body would be damaged by the big movement.

"Don't worry, Lord Bedivere. The Holy Lance and Holy Sword will repair my body."

"That's it..."

The knight breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are truly reliable, Lord Bedivere. You have always been with me until the very end."

Altria looked at the silver-gray knight in front of her with a smile on her face, her words full of emotion.

After all, she and Bedivere are the only ones left of the originally huge Knights of the Round Table.

This sentence made Bedivere a little unsure of how to respond.

However, Artoria continued to feel the power of the Holy Lance, and then continued: "Now I have an order that I need you to complete for me."

"Please speak, Knight Bedivere. I promise to go through fire and water without hesitation."

"No need to be so formal, Bedivere."

Seeing Bedivere's nervous face, Artoria shook her head and then handed the holy sword to him.

"I want you to help me return the holy sword. Cross this forest, cross this grassland, pass through the cursed land, and go to the lake deep in Britain. Return the holy sword to its true owner, Vivian, the lake spirit."

"Remember, this is my last order as King Arthur."

Artoria vaguely thought that she was reunited with that magical person because of the holy sword and its scabbard, and recalled Merlin's past instructions.

I am just the user of the holy sword, not the master. When one day she no longer needs the holy sword or is no longer qualified to use it, I will return it to her.

What we are talking about now seems to be that important moment.

"King, but your body?"

Upon hearing about returning the holy sword, the knight's pupils suddenly widened, filled with confusion and reluctance.

"Don't worry, Lord Bedivere. Returning the Holy Sword doesn't mean my death. With the Holy Lance repaired, I can be reborn."

Gently stroking the holy spear in her hand, Artoria began to use the [Holy Spear] instead of the [Holy Sword] to maintain her life.

She was ready to give up her identity as the King of Britain and live again in this world as the goddess Longomeniade, completely leaving this land that no longer needed her.

This will be a long process, during which she cannot separate herself from the holy spear, but it doesn't matter to her anymore. Artoria does not expect to become a god. All she wants is to travel as Rowe Crowley said, and then meet him again one day in the future.

Apart from that, she has nothing to worry about now.

"But... King, I..."

Looking at Altria's relieved eyes, Bedivere was still reluctant to leave.

This scene also made Artoria feel a little amused and helpless. She understood that Bedivere was overthinking and thought that she would abandon him.

In this case, and in order to reassure her last knight, Artoria smiled at him and then changed her order.

"Don't worry, Lord Bedivere. I'm not going anywhere, and I won't abandon you, a knight who remains loyal to me."

"If you're worried, please find me a horse. It's not convenient for me to travel long distances right now. How about you lead the horse and take me to return the Holy Sword? Although this will be much slower, it will also allow us to personally travel through this land where King Arthur once lived."

“Really? Ok, alright—!!”

Upon hearing Altria's new order, the worry on the knight's face was like the clear sky after the rain. In the next moment, all the haze was immediately swept away by the breeze, and his face was filled with the most sincere joy, excitement, and relief.

As a knight who protected Britain and was loyal to this country, after witnessing the complete destruction of what he was protecting, his heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. He was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe and wanted to die. But when he thought that the king still needed him, he gritted his teeth and continued to live. Now, after seeing his king walk out of the haze and start a new life, as a loyal knight who was loyal to him, Bedivere's heart was filled with indescribable joy.

Wang, she figured it out.

I also have the opportunity to accompany Wang on the last journey of his life.