Crack—!
The Reality Marble had finally collapsed completely.
Mash, Bedivere, and the others who had reached the Lion King's throne—along with all the spectators watching the video—were now witnessing everything happening inside with complete clarity.
No longer were they just ghostly projections summoned without any effect.
Mash's eyes widened, filled with disbelief. "The Lion King's divinity… was shattered by Senpai's sword!"
That was a true god, a being so powerful that even sacrificing the great hero Arash or the Sun King, Ramses II, hadn't managed to leave a scratch.
But now—
She had seen it clearly. That godly majesty was shattered by Senpai's single strike!
He had dragged a being once seen as an invincible god down to the level of a half-god, a false deity.
As expected of Senpai—he truly was the strongest hero in her heart. Even gods could fall before him!
Lancelot also stood frozen, muttering to himself in awe:
"When the stars from a foreign land shine,
The covenant of white and blue shall crack,
A king once radiant shall dim,
And the divine tower shall crumble into ruin."
This was a prophecy.
With the overwhelmingly powerful Lion King at their side, none of the Knights of the Round Table had believed it.
But now, Lancelot realized in astonishment—it had all come true.
The "foreign stars" clearly referred to Nameless and his companions.
Since their arrival, the entire Round Table had fallen apart.
He and Mordred had willingly surrendered, while Gawain, Agravain, and others were slain by him.
The tower created by the Holy Lance at the world's end had been destroyed by the Sun King Ramses II, who paid the ultimate price, unleashing an earth-shaking "Tombstone Collision" between two pyramids.
And the high-and-mighty Lion King—
Had her godhood severed by a single strike from Nameless, collapsing the illusion of her divine majesty.
Crack—
The Reality Marble [Unlimited Blade Works] had completely collapsed.
Mash, Bedivere, and the others who had reached the Lion King's presence—along with every viewer watching the broadcast—witnessed what had transpired within.
No longer were they mere powerless phantom projections summoned by force.
Mash's eyes widened in disbelief. "The Lion King's divinity… was shattered by senpai's sword!"
This was a true god, a divine being so overwhelming that even sacrificing the great hero Arash or the Sun King Ramses II couldn't land a single blow on her.
And yet—
Right now, she saw clearly that the divine authority had been destroyed in one single strike by her senpai.
From an invincible deity to a fallen demigod or false god.
As expected of senpai—her strongest hero, the one who could even defeat divinity itself!
Lancelot also stood frozen, muttering in awe:
"When the stars from a foreign land shine,
The covenant of white and blue shall crack,
Everything had come true.
With a single slash, the overwhelming pressure of divine authority was swept away.
And all the viewers watching burst into cheers—not just the countless viewers, even the Lion King herself, the one involved, was filled with disbelief.
"A mere mortal… You actually surpassed your limits and severed my divinity?"
Unbelievable.
As a divine being, she stood high above all life.
To her, mortals were nothing but things to be protected—livestock under her care.
Yet now, a mere human had cut away her divine authority and dragged her down from the realm of true gods to that of a demi-god!
"No—I haven't lost yet!" The Lion King, usually calm and emotionless, was now overflowing with fury.
"Mere human, you have provoked the dignity of the King. You shall be punished!"
She raised her Holy Lance once more, golden light flaring, determined to annihilate him completely.
Even stripped of her divinity, she was still the overwhelmingly powerful King.
Shirou, his body covered in deep, savage wounds, still raised his sword defiantly.
"The time has come—before the end of the world, when the skin of the planet falls and consumes all, I will reduce you to a mere mortal!"
That previous sword strike had gathered the power of countless versions of him across timelines—a technique he had learned from Grand Assassin King Hassan.
Even the mighty Lion King had been forcibly stripped of her divine authority—no longer a true god.
That meant her power had been greatly diminished. She could now be defeated!
"Come then! Even if I've lost my divinity and must fully rely on the Lance, I still remain invincible in this world! The dignity of a god shall not be defiled!"
The Lion King looked down at him with proud, storm-colored eyes.
"I am the King of Storms—I am the End of the World! I will preserve your lives as ash, eternal and unchanging in value!
This is the love of a god toward humanity!"
Such was a god.
She was no longer the king who once offered everything for Britain—only a cold and ruthless divine entity.
And then—
A knight stepped forward from behind, gazing at her with a soft sigh:
"My King, I have come… to atone."
"Who are you? Another knight, it seems." The Lion King narrowed her eyes slightly. She could feel the unique presence of a Round Table knight from him.
But his body… looked like a crumbling stone, soul and life burned away, only ashes remaining.
"Heh. You don't even recognize your own knight, Bedivere? And you dare call yourself King?" Shirou said.
"Bedivere? I don't know that name. I've never had a knight like that under me."
The Lion King answered without hesitation.
Her words made Mash's hand tremble as she pointed at her:
"He's been searching for you for 1,500 years! You're no King Arthur! You're nothing but a complete impostor!"
She didn't even recognize the loyal Bedivere—or the Nameless Knight who once taught and protected her.
She was unworthy of bearing Arthur's face.
"Sigh… I figured as much. Maybe this will jog your memory."
Bedivere sighed and raised his arm.
A brilliant light burst forth, imbued with the belief of countless soldiers longing for victory. It was the very sword of Arthur, reforged by Merlin's powerful magic into his [Silver Arm]—
[Excalibur – Sword of Promised Victory!]
"That's… my sword?"
The Lion King stared at the shining arm.
In Sanjiro's Reality Marble earlier, he had projected a similar sword—one she had scoffed at as a hollow fake.
But now…
She knew with certainty: this was the true Excalibur.
"My King, I have sinned! I couldn't bear to lose you, and so I failed three times to return your sword!"
Bedivere fell to one knee, eyes trying to well with tears—but he had none left.
Fifteen hundred years of searching and waiting had drained every drop from him. His life was already nearing its end.
But now, it was enough.
With the help of Nameless, Mash, and the others, he had finally reached his king.
His scarred face gazed at her with warmth.
"It was my fault. By not returning the sword, I allowed you to become a wraith wandering the earth. But now, I've found you. Please, return to being King Arthur."
Fifteen hundred years of unwavering resolve had finally brought him a chance.
A chance to atone.
However—
Faced with his bitter devotion…
"I remember the name Bedivere, but I have no memories of you. Drop that sword—I don't need it anymore."
The Lion King said coldly,
"If you are my knight, then come to my side and crush these traitors!"
"No, I refuse! Lion King, you are nothing but a puppet of the Holy Lance—you are no true King!" Bedivere firmly shook his head and turned to Sanjiro. "Nameless—give the command. I'll help you bring back the King's lost heart!"
Sanjiro sighed softly.
"You know… the Holy Sword is what's kept you alive all this time. Once you return it…"
"I failed three times before! But this fourth chance you've given me—I will not waste it!" Bedivere's voice was unshakable.
Fifteen hundred years of determination—he would not falter now.
"You endured 1,500 years of endless pain… even when there was no hope. You've long paid for all your sins—something even worse than death."
Sanjiro praised him with awe.
"In an age without hope, you burned yourself to ash to fulfill a promise you once failed to keep. Bedivere… don't despair. Don't regret. Stand proud. You are the most perfect knight."
Those simple words brought countless voices in agreement.
His 1,500 years of atonement had long since redeemed everything. Compared to the other Round Table knights—he had done more than enough.
Sanjiro turned toward the King.
"The time has come. This is the day the god shall fall. Lion King—having lost your humanity, you shall now fall completely to the mortal world!"
"No—I won't lose. I… am a god!"
The Lion King raised her Holy Lance, releasing radiant golden light.
Her divine judgment was about to unleash once again.
But then—
She saw it clearly—behind Sanjiro, countless golden chains erupted, whipping toward him.
It was the ultimate Noble Phantasm said to restrain even gods—
[Enkidu – Chains of Heaven!]
Chain after chain wrapped tightly around her.
When the Lion King still held true divinity, Sanjiro's imitation of the Chains of Heaven couldn't touch her due to her divine protection.
But now—he had severed her divine authority.
She was no longer a god.
So the chains bound her completely.
"My King, I thank you on behalf of all the Knights of the Round Table." Bedivere stepped forward, his arm glowing brilliantly.
"Back then, you and Nameless protected Britain together. You were our brightest star. And now, I can finally return this sword to you!"
"Wait! If you use that sword—you'll die too!"
The Lion King's expression finally shifted.
"I should've died 1,500 years ago. What you see now is just a corpse clinging to life."
Bedivere's arm shone even more brightly.
"Take my soul and go forth—O Silver Meteor!"
"Switch On - Airgetlám!!"
BOOM!
His arm fully transformed into the true Excalibur—infused with the belief of countless warriors.
And it struck down upon the [Shining Lance at the End].
With that radiant clash, the Holy Lance was shattered.
The power that had transformed the Lion King into a god… disappeared completely.
At the same time—
His body began to crumble into stone, collapsing and disintegrating.
That sight—
Finally moved the Lion King.
"I remember now… The face of the knight who cried until his eyes were swollen on the Hill of Camlann… So you've been wandering all this time because of regret…
Stand tall, Bedivere. You are the most perfect knight."
Crack. Crack.
Bedivere's body completely crumbled into dust.
But his face—wore a radiant smile for the first time.
At the very end of his life, he had righted his wrong.
The Holy Sword—had been returned.
…
With the Holy Lance destroyed, the entire Singularity began to collapse.
From the hill of long ago until now, the Lion King had endured—but now, she too would perish.
The world began accelerating the restoration of the Singularity.
Mash, Lancelot, Mordred, and the other visitors from alternate timelines all began to fade and vanish.
They were summoned beings, after all. They could not remain in this era.
Before vanishing—
Mordred lunged forward and grabbed onto his thigh.
"Hey, hey! Nameless, you're leaving me again!?"
"Mo-chan, I didn't abandon you. You were the one who left me," Nameless said, gently patting her on the head.
"No!"
Mordred tried to hold on—but her hand grasped only empty air.
Her hand had completely faded; she could no longer touch him.
The greatest tragedy of the human world: the one you love stands right before you, yet you can't touch them.
And worse—
She watched him walk toward her father with her own eyes.
"Damn you! I will find you again!"
With that final roar, Mordred's figure fully dissolved into points of light.
Forcibly expelled from this world, she returned to the Throne of Heroes.
On the throne, the Lion King sat, gazing down: "What a pity. You defeat me, and now you all run away?"
But the boy stepped forward, slowly approaching.
After that slash—
The collective strength of countless alternate versions of himself had dispersed.
Sanjiro, who was originally meant to sacrifice himself, was now healing rapidly thanks to the protection of [Avalon].
This time, he didn't have to give up his life.
He held in one hand the [Silver Arm], which had reverted to its original form—the Sword of Promised Victory.
He suddenly drew it gently across his chest—blood spurted instantly.
You could almost see his still-beating heart beneath.
And yet, Avalon's miraculous healing power tried to seal the wound rapidly.
The Lion King stared blankly.
"What… are you doing?"
"I told you—I'm going to restore the humanity you lost."
Sanjiro furrowed his brow in pain, but forcefully reached into his chest.
Buzz~
A mysterious power flared as he pulled something from deep within himself.
Countless golden particles gathered in his hand, forming a golden scabbard—Avalon!
The strongest defensive Noble Phantasm, said to shield its wielder from all magical and physical harm—even Ea could not pierce it.
At this moment, the Lion King had been stripped of her divinity, and was on the verge of vanishing along with the Singularity.
Sanjiro smiled brightly:
"Ria, you once gave me this scabbard—it shielded me again and again from death. Now, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."
To save her life, he had to give her the scabbard. It didn't matter to him—he could always reproduce it through projection and [Unlimited Blade Works].
"You… what are you doing?"
The Lion King's eyes widened as she watched the sacred sword and scabbard placed on her body.
Her collapsing form, which had been falling apart with the Singularity, suddenly began healing rapidly—able to withstand even a world-level collapse.
With Avalon restored, this god who once lacked a heart… suddenly felt it beat again.
It burned.
It ached.
It wanted to cry.
Sanjiro smiled up at the sky, speaking to someone unseen: "As payment for restoring the Singularity—return her to the Throne of Heroes."
Without Avalon's protection, she would never have been able to descend in her Holy Lance form again.
And they could never meet again.
Buzz~
A vast, mysterious power surged.
The divine portion of the Lion King was completely purged.
Her long-lost memories returned all at once.
She, who had been the divine Lion King—was now once again Artoria Pendragon.
And not just any Artoria—but the strongest King Arthur, now possessing the Holy Sword, the Holy Lance, and the Scabbard!
"Farewell~"
The boy smiled and waved at her.
The Lion King—no, Artoria—rushed forward:
"Please! Don't leave me!"
But it was too late.
His body turned into countless motes of light and faded completely—returning to Chaldea.
After fifteen hundred years, they had met once again…
Only to part forever.
The entire Singularity began collapsing and fading away.
Tears streamed down Artoria's face. She reached out, trying to hold him—but grasped nothing.
It was all in vain.
"Nameless… I truly regret it… Why didn't I recognize you?"
She collapsed from the throne, kneeling on the ground, her face filled with boundless remorse.
This time, Nameless had come to protect her—and she had attacked him with the Holy Lance.
In that sea of endless regret…
She too dissolved into light and vanished from this world.
Buzz~
The scene shifted.
From the barren, lifeless desert—it suddenly transformed into modern-day Britain.
In the midst of war and smoke—
A figure wrapped in a blue cloak—
No, a Heroic Spirit with an overwhelming 'heart'—descended upon the world.
Her Holy Lance glowed with radiance—protecting her entire country.
The image froze there.
A line of narration followed:
[He was never named in the pages of history, yet his shadow crossed eras, timelines, singularities—carved into fate itself.]
[Not as a king.]
[Not as a god.]
[But as a man who chose to bear the weight no one else dared to carry.]
[When the God forgot how to be human, the Nameless Hero reminded her. When the righteous fell to silence, he gave them a voice.]
[Let this moment be engraved upon the Throne. Let his deeds echo in the void between stars. For even if no one remembers his name—]
[Humanity remembers his choice.]
[The Lion who forgot her heart, was made whole again. The Knight who failed, was forgiven at last. And the boy with no name…]
[End of the video.]
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The screen faded to black.
The epic Singularity [Divine Realm of the Round Table] video had come to an end.
And the live comments exploded instantly—
Blorbo-[Damn… Now I understand why the King appears in our time with such humanity and not as the cold goddess she once was.]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Holy crap… The entire Heroic Spirit Era was forged by Him?!]
SinMommy-[Alaya's exposure video is too powerful… I wonder what the real King Arthur would think seeing this.]
RebelliousExecutive-["And the boy with no name"—what? WHAT IS IT ALAYA?!]
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"Sigh… he always protects others, but only ends up hurting himself."
Kirina wiped her tears, a tightness in her chest.
That man… had suffered too much.
If only she could become stronger, then she could fight alongside him.
"After all… he bears the title of the Hero of Justice who saves everyone…"
Sanjiro stared blankly at the screen.
Even as the person who lived it—watching it again made his chest ache. He had truly given everything for the sake of protecting humanity.
And then—
The phone rang.
He stepped onto the balcony and answered:
"What is it, honored Mr. Gold?"
From the other end came a surprisingly calm voice:
"My dearest friend, why the hell did you stab this King straight through the chest back then???"