The blonde girl sat quietly on the hillside.
Bedivere knelt before her, holding a sword in both hands, tears streaming from his eyes.
All around them, countless loyal subordinates and countless rebellious ones all lay motionless.
Not a single soul survived.
This battle completely exhausted the seemingly glorious foundation of Britain and marked the beginning of its downfall.
It also buried Artoria's dream of building a prosperous era.
Everything turned to nothing.
Goose-feather snowflakes fluttered down.
Covering all sin, all slaughter, all destruction, and all despair under a blanket of pure white.
Even Artoria's body was covered in snow.
She had completely become a human-shaped statue.
The screen froze on this image.
One line after another of familiar text appeared—
[End of video. Thank you for watching!]
[To find out what happens next, tune in to the next video!]
…
"Eh? That's it?"
Kirina stared blankly at the gradually darkening screen.
She wanted to know why Artoria had transformed from someone who sought peace to someone who could unite people's hearts.
Alaya, I want to learn that!
Yet not a single hint was given—just cut off like that!
"Alaya, you and your damn cliffhanger!"
She couldn't help but curse angrily.
And she wasn't the only one—
YaoiBreed-[Ehhh, I even took off my pants and you're telling me it's over?!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Good fucking god from above, stop your gay bullshit! Anyway, King Artoria in the video still looks 15! That's not her current form at all!]
HistorianWithWifi-[If there's no new video, I'm gonna die! You've been resting for three minutes already—why haven't you updated yet?!]
HolySimp999-[Even the village donkey wouldn't dare rest this long!]
…
Even though the screen had gone black, the live comments (danmaku) were still flying wildly.
Only when the video stream finally stopped did the dense flood of comments disappear.
Sanjiro sat on the sofa, staring at the dark screen, dazed, "Alaya, you bastard... I don't even know what to say anymore…"
He had waged war for countless years, traveled through numerous historical eras, and protected many heroes of human history.
His weary soul only wanted a warm safe harbor, yet this bastard still exposed everything.
"I thought that by sacrificing myself, I could stop the two of you from fighting…"
Sanjiro crossed his arms behind his head as a pillow.
He knew the history and had tried to change it.
Unfortunately, Morgan used the power of the Isle of Britain to seal him away for a time. By the time he broke free, the war was already over.
Both of Britain's great armies had been completely destroyed—only a father and son remained.
Only then did Sanjiro realize: "The last vestiges of Britain's mystic heritage were triggered by the curse of the Usurper King Vortigern, trying to drag Artoria down with it."
It wasn't his fault—it was the world's fault!
Morgan was just a tool.
The whole world was rejecting her—trying to kill Artoria and annihilate Britain.
"Bedivere, why didn't you throw the sword into the lake…"
Sanjiro sighed softly.
If not for that, none of this would've happened afterward...
…
France, Palace of Versailles
Her Majesty the Dark Saint sat lazily on the throne.
The many council members secretly cast nervous glances toward her. Their Empress didn't seem to be in a good mood. What had happened?
The pink-haired knight Astolfo asked curiously: "Your Majesty, is this Perfect King video true?"
Everyone else perked up.
After the video aired, they had all watched it a hundred times—literally a hundred times.
After all, the first video had been personally confirmed as true by Jeanne d'Arc.
Since then, this uploader named [Alaya] had been listed as a top-level monitored entity by every power in the world.
A mysterious being who could perfectly reveal the past—terrifying and awe-inspiring.
Everyone feared being exposed by them—one leak and your reputation could collapse instantly.
However—
No matter how hard they searched, even with the help of Heroic Spirits, they couldn't find a single clue about them!
Jeanne countered with a question, "Was The Witch of Vengeance real?"
"Eh? So it was real after all!"
Astolfo instantly confirmed it.
Scratching their head, they looked increasingly puzzled.
"But... the Artoria who died at the end of the video looks completely different from the current King Artoria!"
In the video—
After pulling out the Sword in the Stone, Artoria's body remained forever in the form of a 15-year-old girl.
But in reality, the current Artoria was tall and majestic, a queen who could unite hearts.
So what happened in between?
Jeanne frowned slightly. "I'm not too sure either."
That person looked almost identical to her, yet her chest was flat as a board.
And yet she somehow transformed into this majestic queen with such overwhelming presence—did she take some kind of growth drug?
But more importantly—
Morgan had used the blood of Nameless and Artoria to create a child: Mordred. That meant the two had already conceived a child—yet all Jeanne did was hold hands!
Jeanne's face darkened,
"Scrap the France-British friendship treaty. I want it all voided!"
"E-Empress, please reconsider!"
The Council Speaker was stunned.
Everyone else also stared in disbelief.
That treaty had been proposed by her in the first place—to unite Britain and France into a powerful alliance.
"Heh, are you trying to teach me how to do my job?"
The Dark Saint gave a scornful look, as if staring at trash. "A mere island country that already voted to leave Europe dares to make us bow to them? They wanted out—so let them leave! Europa will surely rise again under France's leadership!"
The Dark Saint delivered a powerful declaration.
Each council member was pale from her Heroic Spirit pressure, yet all stared at her with passionate awe.
Yes—France was the true master of Europa.
There was no need to bow to that island nation.
Only by standing strong before Britain could France remain mighty and undefeated—never surrendering!
…
Britain, Prime Minister's Office
The Perfect King had finished airing, and the room was silent for a long time.
Not a single word was spoken.
Gawain looked at Mordred with deep sympathy.
When the video started, she had been totally relaxed, as if watching a movie. She even considered grabbing a bucket of popcorn.
But as the video progressed and Morgan appeared, she began to have doubts.
When she saw Morgan using the blood of Nameless and Artoria to create her, she became more and more disbelieving.
And when her grown-up self appeared—
The once carefree Mordred's face was filled with shock and existential crisis.
Gawain cleared his throat and asked, "Now that you've finished watching, do you remember anything?"
"I remember a lot… a lot…"
Mordred sat in her chair, burying her head in her hands.
Remembering everything only left her with chaos in her heart—she didn't want to believe it.
Next to her—
Artoria stood bathed in golden sunlight, radiating a divine brilliance that made people avert their gaze.
She turned to Mordred.
"So, after watching—what do you want to say?"