-[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!!]
-[Damn, the King of Heroes who unleashed Ea got his heart ripped out!]
-[Shirou’s OP! This isn’t Shirou the junior hero anymore—this is Shirou the fucking legend!]
-[Crushing that arrogant tyrant who scorned humanity underfoot—so damn satisfying!]
...
"He actually slew the King of Heroes???"
Gawain stared dumbfounded, hardly believing his eyes.
This guy first chopped off the King of Heroes’ arm, then had a "heart-to-heart" talk with him.
And just like that—he’s dead?
King of Heroes, can you still be saved—
Never mind, your ashes got scattered. No saving that!
"Heh, I win!"
Mordred smirked at him.
At this mont, she felt incomparably exhilarated—soaring with satisfaction.
Finally beat this trash knight!
Losing twice before had made her suspect he was secretly reading the script!
Otherwise, how could he guess right every ti when they were both just spectators?
She suddenly jumped up, glaring furiously: "I’ve endured you long enough! Damned potato spirit—no more mashed potatoes for !"
Freedom at last!
A beautiful tomorrow without mashed potatoes awaits.
"Little Mordred, you seem to have overlooked sothing," Gawain smiled.
"What?"
Mordred regarded him with full vigilance.
"Our wager was: If my king ends the Holy Grail War, I win. Otherwise, you win. But now—it’s clearly a draw!" Gawain bead radiantly.
After all, King Arthur hadn’t ended the Holy Grail War.
But the naless one borrowed King Arthur’s holy sword and scabbard to win the war, so it counts as a draw!
"Hmph, if it’s a draw then we’ll halve it—maximum one al a day!" Mordred declared bluntly.
Eating mashed potatoes? Never! Not in this lifeti!
"Deal!" Gawain instantly bead with joy.
Ah, dear little Mordred, it seems you’re growing fonder of potato dishes—you accepted without even realizing it!
Delicious!
He continued watching the video with a cheerful heart.
In the video.
The young Shirou’s vibrant fla-red short hair instantly turned snow-white.
Yet his face remained unchanged—still that of an ordinary boy.
Illya asked with deep concern, "Shirou, are you okay?"
Having just slain the King of Heroes to avenge Berserker, he had beco the invincible hero in the young girl’s heart.
Making her instinctively want to care for him.
"Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Shirou smiled, gently ruffling her head.
Though he was technically the younger one, at this mont he seed more like an elder brother protecting her.
As an ordinary person, even after inheriting his future self’s legacy, wielding Unlimited Blade Works and Avalon was extrely difficult.
When magical energy wasn’t enough, he directly overdrew his life force!
In severe cases, it could drain you completely into a withered corpse!
Artoria stepped forward, staring intently at the boy: "You always tell to abandon my responsibilities and enjoy life. Why must you bear all this yourself?"
"Perhaps... this is my choice."
Shirou’s smile was radiant.
Sunlight spilled over him, making him appear extraordinarily sacred and transcendent.
Then—
Sothing utterly unexpected happened.
The always quiet, seemingly emotionless King Arthur suddenly took several steps forward and embraced him.
Hum~
As they held each other tightly, magical energy began flowing from the girl into the boy.
Reverse mana transfer!
King Arthur was transferring all her remaining magical energy to him!
...
Versailles Palace.
The French Emperor on the throne clenched her fists at this scene: "That outwardly emotionless but secretly scheming woman is clearly showing off!"
Jeanne d’Arc gritted her teeth, feeling the woman was blatantly flaunting this—declaring ownership over Naless!
So enviable—
No, so infuriating!
Why wasn’t I summoned by Naless?
Beside her, the pink-haired knight Astolfo blinked and suddenly blurted out: "Your Majesty, she doesn’t need to show off. After all, they already have a chi—"
"Shut your mouth!"
Roland hastily covered the trap’s mouth.
You reckless fool! How dare you provoke Her Majesty like this!
Though everyone knew Naless and King Arthur had a child Mordred, while their own Emperor had only held hands with him—making her the ultimate loser—
Ahem There’s still plenty of room for improvent!!
But saying it so bluntly would send Her Majesty into complete rage!
She’s already the Dark Saintess—if she blackens further, we’re all dood!
"A child..."
Black flas erupted around Jeanne as her anger intensified.
Britain had just tead up with the U.S. to steal a multi-billion euro deal from France.
Now that scheming King Arthur was flaunting things again.
Even as a heroic spirit and the supre Emperor of France, why must I remain a tornted single dog?
Gah! I’m so mad!!!
In the video, the girl wanted to replenish his magical energy by consuming her own.
Unfortunately, it was futile.
Countless points of light erged from Shirou’s body, just like Naless before him, as he slowly dissipated into light.
Reaching out to touch Artoria’s face, he smiled gently and said, "I’ve already made a contract with [Alaya]. In exchange for becoming a Guardian, I will repair this broken world!"
"No! I don’t want you to go!"
Illya couldn’t help but cry out in desperation.
Now, Berserker had already left her forever, and even the hero who saved her was about to disappear as well.
This was an outco she couldn’t bear!
The boy smiled brightly. "Don’t be sad. I will traverse human history, walking through every era. We will et again soday."
"No..."
Artoria stretched out her hand, trying to hold him back.
Yet, the figure before her had already vanished, leaving only the lingering warmth in her embrace.
The scene froze abruptly!
But this was not the end—it was a new beginning!
The city once destroyed by the black mud began to revive at this very mont.
The devastation caused by countless battles reversed as if ti itself had turned back, restoring everything to its original state.
Even the countless dead returned to life, one after another!
The boy, at the cost of forming a contract with [Alaya], once again saved countless people suffering from disaster.
A miracle reborn!
A true ally of justice!
Lines of narration flashed across the screen—
[Like sunlight piercing through the night, dawn silently sweeps across the horizon.]
[The boy’s figure traverses the cycles of reincarnation, embarking on the path to beco humanity’s guardian!]
[A new storm has erged—how can we stand still?]
[Across ti and space, with all my might, I will co to your side!]
[This concludes the video!]
[This marks the beginning of The Chronicles of the Naless Heroic Spirit!]
[Your na remains unknown, yet your deeds shall echo through eternity!]
The video ended there.
Countless viewers found themselves montarily speechless—
-[Damn, I feel so choked up I could cry!]
-[Sigh... I have to admit it—Naless fought for humanity’s sake from his youth all the way into the future!]
-[It really hurts to see! He was just a seventeen-year-old boy—why did he have to shoulder so much?]
-[When I grow up, I want to beco you!]
...
"Alaya’s so short!"
Roya smacked her lips, unsatisfied.
She clearly wanted to keep watching—why did it have to end so soon? Couldn’t it last longer?
Seriously?
Pull up your skirt—short and weak!
"The beginning of everything..."
Souma gazed at the boy on the screen, recalling that mont from the past.
Despite how tragic it seed...
In truth, he had simply been conscripted by Alaya, tricked into becoming a savior.
Back then, overflowing with a sense of justice, he had signed the contract without hesitation.
And once he boarded that pirate ship, there was no getting off—thus began his irreversible journey as the Naless Heroic Spirit!
Just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes. He had been so young back then.
Damn it, Alaya—you’re nothing but a black-hearted capitalist!
But all that was in the past. What mattered now was—
How would Gilgash react after seeing the video?
Would he co barging straight to his doorstep?
At that mont.
Illya suddenly let out a soft "Huh?" and stared blankly at the back of her hand.
"What’s wrong?"
Souma leaned over and was astonished to see mysterious patterns appearing on her skin.
Three crimson lines ford an arcane arrangent—undeniable proof of Command Seals, the marks of a Master capable of summoning a Servant!
"After the video aired... it seems my contract with Berserker has been restored!" Illya murmured in disbelief.
A miracle reborn!
She, who had lost her guardian hero forever, had regained the right to summon him once more.
And this ti, it seed Berserker would no longer be a mindless warrior—but the true Heracles.
A future demigod blessed by the gods, wielding countless terrifying enhancents!
"Congratulations!"
Roya looked at her with undisguised envy.
From this mont on, her best friend—now capable of summoning a Heroic Spirit—would ascend to the pinnacle of the world!
So unfair... Why couldn’t it be ?
As she stewed in envy and resentnt,
Souma’s mind raced with thoughts: "Given my relationship with Berserker, maybe I can use his power to counter Gilgash..."
A fully realized Heracles with his Twelve Labors against Gilgash—wouldn’t that make for an unpredictable battle?
So, what would Gilgash do after watching the video?
...
anwhile.
The very sa Gilgash he was thinking of stood atop a streetlamp in Fuyuki City, gazing down at the bustling tropolis below.
After watching the "Oldest King" video, he finally regained all his lost mories.
"Damn you, Naless! If you want this king to help you deal with rlin, then beg !"
Gilgash couldn’t help but reveal a delighted smile.
That guy was just as domineering and arrogant as him—he would never beg anyone.
But now things were different.
Naless had gone through sothing that completely shattered his Spirit Origin, causing his power to plumt drastically.
This was the perfect opportunity.
Gilgash decided that when he t rlin, he would capture him outright and bring him before his dear friend.
And then.
Make him beg pitifully!
The re thought of that scene made him—
I’m getting so HIGH just thinking about it!
"So rlin, you bastard, where exactly are you hiding? Hurry up and co see this king. I’ve prepared a little gift for you."
Gilgash retrieved a bottle of potion from the Gate of Babylon.
It shimred with a strange light—none other than the Genderbender Elixir!
Just force-feed it to rlin, and he’d be compelled to transform into [Magi☆Mari]!
Then, hand him over to his dear friend to deal with as he pleased.
Gilgash grew increasingly excited imagining that guy’s reaction when they finally t.
He’d definitely be moved to tears and want to give him a big hug!
Unable to contain his amusent, he said, "See, Naless? This king treats you so well. How will you repay ?"
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