As countless voices sighed with emotion.
With the complete destruction of the holy spear, the entire Singularity began collapsing toward its end.
The Lion King, who had survived from the Hill of Swords until now, was also about to et her end.
The world began to accelerate the correction of the Singularity.
Mash, Lancelot, Mordred, and other visitors from different tis and spaces saw their bodies gradually fade and disappear.
They had been summoned to this era in the first place, so it was only natural they wouldn’t remain.
Before vanishing completely—
Mordred couldn’t help but lunge forward and grab the other’s leg. "Hey, hey, Naless! Are you abandoning again?"
"Mordred, I’m not abandoning you. You’re the one leaving ." Naless reached out and gently patted her head.
"No!"
Mordred tried to hold onto him but suddenly grasped empty air.
Her hand had already completely faded—she could no longer touch him.
The greatest tragedy in life was having the person you loved right beside you, yet being utterly unable to reach them.
And the even greater tragedy?
She could only watch as he walked toward the King of Knights. "You bastard! I will find you again!"
With one last roar, Mordred’s figure dissolved into motes of light, vanishing completely.
Forcibly expelled from this world, she returned to the Throne of Heroes.
The Lion King sat upon her throne. "How unfortunate. You defeat , only to flee imdiately?"
Under her gaze, the young man stepped forward, one foot after another.
After delivering that final strike—
The power he had summoned from across countless worlds had already dissipated.
Naless, who should have sacrificed himself, was now rapidly healing under the protection of Avalon.
This ti, he didn’t have to offer himself as a sacrifice!
In one hand, he held Silver Arm, now fully released and reverted to its original form—Excalibur.
With a gentle motion, he drew the blade across his own chest. Blood gushed out instantly.
His beating heart was nearly visible through the wound.
Yet under Avalon’s formidable regenerative power, his body desperately tried to heal.
The Lion King stared at him in shock. "What... are you doing?"
"I told you—I’d bring back the humanity you lost!"
Gritting his teeth, Naless forced his hand into his own chest.
Hummm—
A mysterious power surged forth as he pulled sothing out of his own body.
Countless golden particles gathered in his palm, coalescing into a golden sheath—Avalon!
Hailed as the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm, it provided magical-level protection, capable of withstanding all forms of energy and physical attacks—even Ea could not pierce through it.
Now, the Lion King—stripped of her divine power by his blade—was on the verge of vanishing along with the Singularity.
He smiled brightly. "Lily, you gave this sheath to back then, shielding from fatal wounds again and again. Now, it’s ti to return it to its rightful owner."
To ensure her survival, he had to give Avalon to her. This Noble Phantasm would protect her—after all, he could always recreate it using Projection and Unlimited Blade Works.
"You...?"
The Lion King’s eyes widened as she watched the holy sword and sheath being placed upon her.
Her body, which should have crumbled alongside the Singularity, began to heal at an astonishing rate, resisting the world’s overwhelming force of correction.
With the sheath’s return, this heartless goddess suddenly felt sothing—
A heartbeat.
Burning fiercely. Aching with the urge to weep.
Emiya smiled faintly and looked up, as if speaking to so unseen presence.
"As compensation for correcting the Singularity—send her back to the Throne of Heroes."
Without the protection of the scabbard, there was no way the other could manifest in her Lancer Alter form.
Let alone et again.
Hum~
A mysterious and vast power surged.
The divine aspects of the Lion King had been completely purged.
All lost mories were restored in this mont.
She had transford from the divine Lion King back into King Arthur, Artoria!
And now, she was the strongest King Arthur, possessing both the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance, along with the scabbard!
"Farewell~"
The youth smiled and waved at her.
The Lion King—
No, King Arthur rushed forward: "Please don’t leave!"
But it was too late.
The boy’s body dissolved into countless motes of light, returning completely to Chaldea.
A reunion after fifteen hundred years had once again beco an eternal farewell.
The entire Singularity was collapsing and dissipating.
Tears stread down King Arthur’s face as she reached out helplessly, trying in vain to hold onto him.
All had turned to nothingness.
"Naless, I regret it so much! Why didn’t I recognize you?"
She collapsed to her knees from the throne, her face filled with endless remorse.
This ti, Naless had co to protect her, yet she had attacked him with the Holy Lance!
Amidst this boundless regret.
Her body too turned into countless motes of light, vanishing from this world.
Hum~
The scene shifted.
From the desolate, lifeless desert, it instantly transford into modern Britain.
Amidst endless smoke and flas of war.
A heroic spirit draped in a blue blanket—
No, a blue mantle, with ample "human kindness," descended powerfully upon the world.
The Holy Lance radiated dazzling power, protecting the entire nation!
The scene froze there!
Lines of narration text appeared—
[This video has ended!]
[Your na may be unknown, but your deeds shall be rembered forever!]
The screen quickly darkened.
The grand and magnificent Singularity "Calot: The Sacred Round Table Domain" exposure video had co to an end.
Yet the barrage of comnts instantly exploded—
-[Holy moly, now I finally understand why King Arthur descended into the world in such a "generous" form, not as that flat-chested girl from back then!]
-[Oh my god, so the Age of Heroes was truly forged by the mighty Emiya!]
-[Emiya the Great is AWESO (screaming)!]
-[This exposure video by Alaya is too powerful, I wonder how the real King Arthur would react upon seeing it!]
-[To say he would protect you—even if you beca a god, he could awaken your humanity! Emiya the Great is just too cool!]
...
"Ah, Emiya the Great always protects others, yet only hurts himself in the end!"
Roya wiped her tears, feeling an unbearable tightness in her chest.
That person truly had it so hard.
If only she could beco stronger, she could fight alongside him!
"After all, he bears the na of the Hero of Justice who saves everyone..."
Souma stared blankly at the video.
Even as the person involved, watching it again made him feel a pang of heartache for himself.
He really had given everything to protect humanity!
Just then.
The phone rang.
He walked to the balcony and answered: "What is it, my esteed Mr. Gold?"
From the other end ca an eerily calm voice—
"My dearest friend, why is it that when you faced back then, you stabbed to death with your sword???"
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