The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

This is the body that was born in mystery after years of dormancy and searching.

The power of the dragon is fully demonstrated at this moment.

That was the exact image that Merlin had predicted!

In comparison, Altria, standing before him in human form, looked petite.

“Ugh—!!!!”

The white dragon roared, and strong winds and flying rocks swept across the earth.

"Artoria!"

"You don't understand anything at all!"

"Everything you have is borrowed. You can't make the Age of Gods continue!"

"Only I can do this kind of thing!"

It was a repressive scene.

but--

Faced with the oppressive words of the White Dragon, Artoria did not retreat a single step.

She looked at the white dragon in front of her and suddenly laughed.

"Yes."

"I don't understand anything at all."

"After all, if I had understood all this earlier, I probably wouldn't be in this situation now."

"The throne, the holy sword, and the knight."

“Everything I have is indeed borrowed.”

"But Vortigern—"

Altria raised her hands as if to grasp the entire sky.

"No one has ever said that a borrowed ideal cannot be called an ideal, right?"

"In that distant dream, I saw countless people laughing about this."

"There's nothing wrong with a scene like that."

"not to mention--"

There was a hint of tenderness belonging to a young girl in Altria's eyes.

“Me at this moment.”

"I also have my own ideals."

The words of the Knight King resounded through the sky, shaking apart the white clouds in the sky.

A golden, shining pillar of light emerged from it.

The Rhongomyniad, the shining spear of the end, has descended upon the earth because of the king's determination!

84. This time, he wants to be the one who saves her (-word chapter)

Human understanding is very limited.

Everything must be based on feelings before judgment can be made.

Because there is light and heat, we know it is fire;

Because it feels cool and gentle, we know it is wind.

In short, things that are beyond cognition cannot appear before people in a concrete form.

But for Altria, this is not the case.

She is indeed a human being, there is no doubt about that.

But at the same time, she is a miracle child born in Camelot through conception, and has a heart that is almost the same as that of a dragon.

and so--

Altria can reach things that humans cannot reach.

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

But at the same time, the human part cannot be erased.

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

The two are entangled with each other in this process, spiraling upward.

The result was the Rhongomyniad.

This is a conceptual weapon that appeared here due to the king's prayer.

Although it is called a "gun", its true appearance is far more profound than that - its name is "the tower connecting the inside and outside of the world".

The reason why it was gathered into the concept of "gun" was just to allow the human part of Altria to touch existence.

But all of this is narrated from the perspective of "people".

For Vortigern, who also has the characteristics of a "dragon", it is a different perspective.

The weapon in Altria's hand is the holy spear that he has been searching for, which can bring the Age of Gods back to the earth.

"Why?!"

Vortigern, transformed into a dragon, roared hysterically.

The strong wind, carrying his anger, swept to the final battlefield.

"Why is it that you, who have nothing to protect, are recognized by it even though you are just an empty shell?"

"Why not me?!"

"If I could get a weapon like this, the Age of Gods would surely loom over Britain once again!"

"Yes."

Artoria grasped the Rhongomyniad, the Spear of the End, which was gradually gathering and taking shape in the pillar of light.

Her expression looked determined yet sad.

“Why did I get its recognition?”

"Even now, I have not thought of a reason that can explain all this."

"But--"

The Knight King wiped away the little remaining starlight on the spear that had just gathered into shape.

"Vortigern, since it has chosen me, it means that everything you have done is definitely not what Britain needs."

"I will kill you here as fate has decreed."

"Please sleep forever."

The Rhongomyniad is indeed powerful enough to kill a giant white dragon in one blow.

This was the first time that Vortigern felt the fear of death.

It was so real that it could not be explained as an illusion.

"No! I don't accept this!"

Vortigern's resistance was of no avail.

The Rhongomyniad was thrown into the sky by the king with grace.

A golden line was drawn across the sky.

Not wanting to die just like that, the white dragon swung his sharp claws, trying to smash the spear into pieces.

But the moment he touched it, he realized that he was absolutely unable to do such a thing.

Because what is placed on the gun is no longer just the will of Altria herself, but a higher-level concept.

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

tear-

The spear pierced through Bai Long's palm, then the skin on his chest, then the muscles under the skin, and finally reached his heart.

"Do not--!!!"

Blood gushed out from the white dragon's body, dyeing the ground red.

The huge shell began to fall apart, turning into tens of thousands of particles that slowly rose toward the sky.

In the silence that announced his demise, Vortigern gradually returned to his original form.

No.

It's not what it used to be.

A hole had been pierced through his chest.

But compared to the physical scars, the complete mental destruction is a more serious blow.

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

"I must kill you...Kill you!!!"

There was a pop.

Vortigern landed on the boulder.

His body was motionless, silently telling the fact that life was gone.

The white dragon is dead.

Rhongomyniad also began to fall downwards.

The moment it touched the ground, a golden light spread out like ripples with the landing point as the center.

【This is a wave that is enough to shake Britain. 】

[The Knights of the Round Table both inside and outside the battlefield felt this. ]

[Even though they didn't witness this great battle at all.]

on the street.

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

Just like many years ago, he was very frugal with his expenses, and people who knew him called him "the Knight of Scrooge" behind his back.

But only Kai himself knew that these were all things "borrowed" by Altria, and he must not waste even a single nail.

The Holy Lance fell to the ground, and the ripples spread across Britain.

He raised his head and looked into the distance.

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

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

On the city wall.

Agguiwen was looking at the distant horizon.

He felt the breath coming towards him.

He whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

"Father...did you succeed?"

Inside the palace.

Bedivere was dealing with many affairs - appointed by King Arthur as the court butler, he worked hard and seriously every day.

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

There was no joy in his eyes, only worry.

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