At this moment, all eyes were on the scene.
The mighty and flawless Heroic Spirits, upon appearing, instantly ascended to the pinnacle of the world stage.
Countless people were captivated by their stunning appearances, becoming their most fervent fans.
Artoria unleashed her boundless power to the fullest—enough to stand against an entire nation alone!
Her voice spread across the world through the internet.
Surrounding her…
Gawain, Mordred, Kay—each one a powerful Heroic Spirit from the Round Table, well-known not just in Britain, but throughout the world.
Each knight stood silently and solemnly.
Originally, after the public referendum to leave Europe, Britain had remained at the center of global controversy.
But now—
The mighty knights of the Round Table once again proved to the world that Britain had never declined.
Countless Britons poured out of their homes, gathering into massive crowds, cheering with frenzy.
"A knighting ceremony for the Round Table! We're witnessing history again!"
"Our King makes Britain invincible!"
"This confirms it! The Perfect King is real! Who the hell is Alaya?!"
"So strong… as powerful as a god. No wonder she's one of the strongest Heroic Spirits—King Artoria!"
"Wait, doesn't a knighting require the recipient to respond? Will Nameless even accept it?"
"This feels like a direct provocation toward Her Majesty Jeanne…"
France – Palace of Versailles
The holy knights and council members were all standing in front of their queen.
"Your Majesty, please calm down!"
"If you act now, it'll be seen as a declaration of war against Britain!"
"Nameless would never agree to this—please rest assured!"
Cold sweat drenched everyone's foreheads.
Their exalted and glorious queen of France—the Dark Saint Jeanne d'Arc—was glaring furiously at the towering pillar of light.
The light of the Sword of Promised Victory was dazzling beyond words. Even from across the hundred-kilometer channel, it could be seen crystal clear.
"This is clearly a provocation aimed at me!"
Under everyone's anxious gaze, Jeanne sat back down on her throne. With a disdainful snort, she said coldly,
"What are you looking at? I haven't lost my mind yet!"
"Artoria didn't seem to be knighting someone… this looked more like a summoning ritual. Could she really summon Nameless?"
A soft and adorable pink-haired knight timidly commented from the side.
All the other holy knights glared fiercely at her:
"Shut up!"
"I told you earlier…"
Under the bloodthirsty glares of her fellow knights, Astolfo quickly hid beside Her Majesty with an innocent expression.
"You were just guessing!"
Roland chimed in, quickly glancing toward the other knights.
The rest immediately surged forward, dragging Astolfo away. They had to keep that guy from running his mouth again.
What if Her Majesty suddenly charged off to challenge King Artoria one-on-one?
If she got pinned down by Artoria and had to sing a song of surrender, it would be France's eternal shame!
"Tch, don't believe me then!" Astolfo muttered as he was dragged off.
He had meant well, yet they dismissed him as a fool—who could stand that?
Wait a sec… why are you big guys still holding on to me?
"Hey hey! I said I'm done talking—let me go!"
Looking at the group of muscular men around him, Astolfo wriggled in protest.
"Honestly, even I'm getting a little tempted…" one knight muttered, swallowing hard.
(T/N: Who the fuck was that knight?!)
"Scram!" Roland kicked him away. "You perverts, stop with the gay panic already!"
Uruk
Inside a magnificent palace, the glittering King of Heroes held his wine goblet with a broad smile.
"Tch. In the end, women will always be women, desperate to compete for a man."
Gilgamesh sneered at the reactions from the leaders of France and Britain.
All this over someone merely walking across human history, burdened with some great mission?
To him, the king who possessed the original forms of every treasure in the world and was practically omniscient and omnipotent, no one was worthy of such attention.
Such was the confidence of the oldest Hero King—his authority could never be challenged!
With me, there is no equal!
"Nameless… if you dare appear before me, you'll only end up willingly kneeling to me as your king!"
He took a sip of wine, showing a sliver of interest in that mysterious figure.
After all, not even he could freely walk through human history, showing up in front of other Heroic Spirits.
Just who exactly was that man?
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[Proclamation!]
"Thy fate lies beneath mine, and my fate rests upon thy blade!"
"Answer my knighting. If thou wilt follow this will—then respond!"
"Here I swear:"
"I am the King of the Round Table Knights. I walk the path of chivalry!"
"Let the vow of a knight crown thee—accept the knighting, Nameless Knight!"
King Artoria's voice echoed.
Yet there was no response.
A deeply awkward silence followed.
Behind her, Mordred lowered her head slightly, as if concealing a mocking sneer on her refined features.
All the knights of the Round Table stood still, faint emotions flickering in their expressions.
After all, knighting someone required their consent.
With Nameless' unmatched strength and mystery, a mere seat at the Round Table probably meant nothing to him.
All around the world, people watching this moment felt an odd sense of dissonance.
"Eh? Nameless really isn't accepting it?" Kirina said in surprise.
It was the perfect chance to make a grand debut—so why wasn't he responding at all?
She pouted, crossing her legs and resting them on Sanjiro's lap.
"Such a great opportunity, and he's letting it go?"
"Probably because he can't accept it," Sanjiro replied casually.
After sacrificing everything to restart the world, he was now just slightly stronger than a normal person.
All his remaining power had been used to "protect" a certain little brat.
Being knighted into the Round Table wasn't something just anyone could handle.
One needed a powerful enough body to withstand the tremendous energy from the knighting.
Otherwise, a normal person would literally explode from the sheer force!
"Tch. No way. Nameless is way too strong to not be able to accept," Kirina rolled her eyes. "I bet he's just scared to come out and get yandere-d!"
"…"
Sanjiro's massage hand on her leg suddenly pressed a little harder.
You damn brat… do you want me dead?
Just then—
Amid the heavy silence, King Artoria's expression remained calm as she declared once more:
"Proclamation!"
"My scabbard shall follow you, and your fate shall be bound with mine!"
"I hereby knight you as—"
"The Knight of Holy Light!"
This time—
The knighting succeeded!
"Aaaahhh! It finally happened!" Kirina leapt off the sofa, cheeks flushed with excitement.
Beside her—
Sanjiro was utterly shocked to find that within his body—once reduced to a mere mortal—a mysterious power was beginning to awaken.
It was the long-lost—
[Avalon – The Everdistant Utopia]!