Blood gushed from the decapitated head of the great dragon.
From that very blood bloomed a dazzling rose, which the Nameless Heroic Spirit plucked and handed to the young girl.
The once mighty and invincible incarnation of Britain had become nothing more than a backdrop to highlight the boy and girl.
The entire scene seemed to freeze in time, forever etched into the DNA of countless viewers—impossible to forget.
The breathtakingly beautiful girl, her signature ahoge quivering slightly atop her head, reached out and accepted the vibrant rose.
Then—
The perfect King of Knights extended a hand to help the kneeling knight up, a faint blush appearing on her face.
"Then, Nameless, will you bear witness with me forever?"
"Of course,"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit replied with a smile.
Nearby, a group of knights stared wide-eyed in stunned silence.
Especially the Sun Knight, Gawain—he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if the sky had just fallen.
Meanwhile, outside the video, the bullet comments were already exploding:
HistorianWithWifi-[That was epic—he really slayed a dragon!!!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[And you wanted to destroy humanity? You died five minutes after showing up! Even Yamcha lasted longer than you!]
SinMommy-[So romantic! This is the perfect fairytale of a knight and king!]
HotTakesOnly-[Shipped! Jeanne? Who's that? Never heard of her!]
YaoiBreed-[LOL, Gawain's face is killing me—he definitely thinks King Artoria and Nameless are two men in love! Although I wouldn't mind either way!]
FateShit-[@YaoiBreed bismillah.gun.gif]
HistorianWithWifi-[Damn, the top's crooked and the bottom's twisted—no wonder England's like this!]
…
"The knight slays the evil dragon, plucks a rose born from its blood, and offers it to a maiden—that's clearly the deed of Saint George, the dragon-slaying hero from Christian mythology!"
Kirina couldn't help but cup her cheeks with both hands in excitement.
Heroic Spirits come from myth and history.
"If you worked this hard at studying, you'd be rich enough to whale on gacha games by now,"
Sanjiro rolled his eyes.
This brat was clearly a genius child, yet she poured all her effort into games and chasing Heroic Spirits.
When it came to studying, she only crammed right before exams.
And despite that, she still ranked first in the entire school every time—utterly outrageous!
"Hmph, I'm still a kid! You trying to hire child labor or something?"
Kirina retorted with complete righteousness.
Just then—
Illya suddenly cried out, "The dragon! It's not dead yet!"
"It's head was chopped off and it's still not dead?"
Kirina was equally shocked.
Across from them, Sanjiro's expression turned distant, as he recalled something from the past…
In the video—
Even with its head severed, the Vile King Vortigern let out a most venomous curse:
"Arthur! I curse you! I curse you to be betrayed by those closest to you! I curse your kingdom to fall! I curse you to lose everything you care for!"
This curse clearly consumed its very essence—its soul and life—to inflict it on the opponent.
After spewing the curse, the colossal dragon's body rapidly disintegrated.
The golden chains of Enkidu that had bound it disappeared along with their target.
…
Uruk.
The king on the throne rested his chin on his right hand, staring at the giant screen displaying the golden chains.
"To think someone could replicate a counterfeit Enkidu… Who exactly are you?"
The King of Heroes murmured quietly.
How could this mysterious Nameless Heroic Spirit replicate a Noble Phantasm, even if it was a fake?
To replicate even a counterfeit, one must first witness it firsthand and completely analyze it.
Especially something like Enkidu, a divine weapon—it should be impossible to reproduce.
Even for a fake, it would require touching it and conducting long-term research and analysis.
But in his memory, there was no recollection of ever knowing such a person.
"Who tampered with this king's memory?"
The nearly omniscient and omnipotent King of Heroes couldn't explain this.
Could it be—they were once friends, but something beyond even his comprehension had occurred?
The King of Heroes chuckled softly,
"Heh… what an interesting fellow. But unfortunately, this king has no need for a second friend. From beginning to end, I've only ever had one true companion!"
The Age of Heroic Spirits had descended.
He crossed six thousand years to the twenty-first century, continuing to reign over Uruk. Yet in this ancient and renewed land, he was the only Heroic Spirit.
His sole friend, and the high priest who once stood by his side—
Were both gone.
The King of Heroes sat alone on his throne, quietly watching the video…
…
Scene change.
The radiant and mighty Sun Knight Gawain once again received a secret transmission from his mother:
Why didn't you use Vortigern's death to kill King Arthur?
"That would violate my knightly code!"
Gawain replied without hesitation.
"I was born human, and I'm already pushing the limits by not joining the fight against the white dragon!"
Don't disappoint me, child. Act quickly.
The message ended.
Though bathed in sunlight, Gawain felt as if he stood in darkness. He sighed quietly:
"Mother is becoming harder and harder to understand…"
Morgan le Fay—Artoria's sister and his own mother.
She too coveted the throne of Britain. And that desire only intensified with time.
But unexpectedly, the son she had painstakingly raised had already been won over by Artoria's charm—becoming a hopelessly loyal Artoria simp!
Later that evening…
Artoria sighed softly.
"Gawain, your potatoes are really awful."
"But Your Majesty, you always eat a lot of them!"
Gawain complained.
"Because Nameless isn't here, and there's nothing else to eat!"
Arthur sighed again.
And then—
Nameless appeared once more, bringing a variety of delicious food, smiling as he asked,
"Gawain, want some?"
"Heh! I would rather starve to death, die outside, and jump off this castle wall before eating even one bite from you!"
The Sun Knight declared firmly.
The feast began.
Arthur began eating heartily.
The other knights joined in with cheers and joy.
Only Gawain sat alone and despondent.
He held out for a long, long time…
But in the end, he couldn't resist.
And then—
He secretly picked up a skewer of cumin-spiced grilled meat and took a huge bite. The proud face of the Sun Knight lit up with a genuine smile,
"So delicious!"
Gawain had completely surrendered!
Just then—
A woman in a sheer purple veil quietly appeared in the distance.
Her figure was breathtaking—voluptuous yet toned, her nearly transparent veil exuding an alluring mystery.
She was none other than Britain's Enchantress—
Morgan le Fay!
She stared at the knight and the King of Knights from afar, a mocking smile curling on her lips.
"My dear sister… why is it that only you get to enjoy happiness?"
Britain had originally been hers, yet it was stolen by Artoria. This time, she would take back everything she had lost—including that man!
At the Prime Minister's residence.
The proud Sun Knight Gawain was utterly defeated by Nameless's cuisine. When Mordred saw this, she burst out laughing,
"Gawain, I didn't expect you to be like this! I'm dying of laughter!"
"Don't laugh. You'll be crying soon."
The ever-majestic Sun Knight gazed up at the sky.
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to be "publicly executed." In front of millions of viewers, everything he had done was being replayed.
Yes—he remembered now.
The video was like a key, completely unlocking long-sealed memories.
He looked at Mordred with pity—
That brat dared to laugh at him?
Just wait. Soon she'll be crying her heart out!
"Tch, as if I'd cry! It's just some dumb movie!"
Mordred scoffed arrogantly, legs crossed, looking completely confident. She stared at the witch appearing on screen, a bit surprised.
"Huh? What's Mother planning now?"
On-screen—
After appearing, Morgan held two strange drops of liquid in her hand. One formed a phantom image of a tiny red dragon—Artoria's blood.
The other glowed with a soft, milky-white radiance. It was filled with indescribable mystery.
It wasn't DNA—it was an essence extracted from the very existence of Nameless.
As if it embodied countless histories and worlds over thousands of years. Morgan stared at this second strange liquid and murmured softly,
"Nameless… so you really are from another timeline."
From the massive corpse of the white dragon, she drew immense magical energy, channeling it into the mysterious magic circle before her.
That entity was not a living being, but a composite—a fusion of infinite mystery and power.
Buzz…
Under her mighty mana infusion, the red dragon of Britain and the silver rule-construct began to fuse into a tiny embryo.
The homunculus—Mordred—was born!