Blorbo-[Holy shit, the Heroic King actually got his heart ripped out!]
BoobVenerate-[Against all odds, Emiya has done it!]
MoonlitGachaVictim-[What a crazy backstory of Nameless! Just a human yet he's achieved the impossible.]
ICastFart-[To trample an arrogant tyrant who looked down on all creation underfoot—so satisfying!]
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"He actually killed the King of Heroes???"
Gawain was dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe his eyes.
This guy chopped off the Heroic King's elbow with his own hands, then said something straight from the heart.
And that's it? He died just like that?
King of Heroes, at least try to recover a little—
Forget it, even your ashes got scattered, what's there to save?
"Hmph, I won!"
Mordred glanced sideways at him.
At this moment, she felt indescribably refreshed, soaring with joy.
Finally, she beat that damn knight!
She had lost twice before and always suspected he was secretly reading the script! Otherwise, how could he always guess right when everyone was just watching?
Suddenly, she jumped up and glared at him,
"I've tolerated you for long enough! Damn potato freak, I finally don't have to eat mashed potatoes anymore!"
Finally free!
A bright tomorrow without mashed potatoes was waiting for her.
"Mordred, you seem to have forgotten something." Gawain smiled.
"What?"
Mordred looked at him warily.
"Our bet was: if our king ends the Holy Grail War, I win. If not, then you win. But right now, it's clearly a draw!" Gawain smiled brightly.
Artoria didn't actually end the Holy Grail War.
But Nameless used Artoria's sword and scabbard to win, so it counts as a draw!
"Hmph, then in a draw we cut it in half—one mashed potato meal per day at most!"
Mordred declared without hesitation.
She would never eat mashed potatoes. Not in this lifetime!
"Deal!"
Gawain beamed with joy.
Cute little Mordred, you're starting to like potato meals so much that you accepted without thinking.
How adorable!
In high spirits, he continued watching the video.
On screen—
Emiya's energetic red hair instantly turned snow-white. His face didn't change much—still an ordinary-looking boy.
Illyasviel anxiously asked, "Shirou, are you okay?"
Earlier, he had slain the King of Heroes and finally avenged Berserker, becoming the invincible hero of the young girl's heart.
She couldn't help but want to show concern.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Shirou smiled and gently patted her head.
Even though he was the younger one, in this moment, he seemed like an older brother protecting her.
Though originally just an ordinary person, even with his future self's inheritance, it was extremely difficult to use Unlimited Blade Works and Avalon.
Without enough mana, he had to completely burn his own life force. At worst, it could drain him into a dried corpse.
Artoria stepped forward and looked at him steadily,
"You keep telling me to abandon my duties and enjoy life, but why do you insist on bearing all this?"
"Maybe… because it's my choice."
Shirou smiled brightly.
Sunlight bathed him, making him appear sacred and transcendent.
And then—
An unexpected scene unfolded.
The always quiet, emotionless, seemingly expressionless King Arthur suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.
Buzz~
The two embraced tightly, and magical energy began flowing from the girl into the boy.
Reverse mana transfer!
Artoria gave all her remaining mana to him!
Versailles Palace—
The Emperor of France clenched her fists upon seeing this,
"That seemingly expressionless but actually scheming woman is clearly showing off!"
Jeanne gritted her teeth, feeling that woman was flaunting her relationship with Nameless and trying to claim him publicly!
So envious—
No! Infuriating!
Why didn't Nameless summon me?
Beside her, the pink-haired knight Astolfo blinked and blurted out, "Your Majesty, she doesn't even need to flaunt. After all, they even had a chil—"
"Shut your mouth!"
Roland quickly covered the mouth of the chibi pretty-boy.
You idiot, blurting things like that out—do you want to set off the Emperor?!
Everyone knows Nameless and Artoria had a child, Mordred, while the Emperor had only held Nameless's hand.
A complete loser—
Cough, there's still room for improvement!!
But saying it so bluntly would make her totally snap!
She's already the Dark Saint—if she blackens any further, we're all doomed!
"Child…"
Black flames flared around Jeanne, her fury growing.
Britain had just joined forces with America to steal a multi-billion-dollar deal from France.
Now that scheming bitch was showing off again.
I've descended as a heroic spirit and become the Emperor of France, so why am I still a lonely, heartbroken single!?
Ugh! I'm so mad!!!
On screen, the girl tried to use up her own mana to sustain him.
Unfortunately, it didn't work.
Shirou's body began to emit countless glowing lights, just like Nameless before, gradually dissolving into particles of light.
He touched Artoria's face gently and smiled,
"I've made a contract with [Alaya], becoming a Guardian in exchange for repairing the broken world."
"No! I don't want you to go!"
Illya cried out in panic.
Berserker was already gone forever, and now the hero who saved her was leaving too.
It was too much to bear!
The boy smiled warmly,
"Don't be sad. I'll travel across human history and every era. We'll meet again."
"No…"
Artoria reached out, trying to hold onto him.
But—
He had already vanished, leaving only his warmth behind.
The screen froze.
But this wasn't the end—it was a new beginning.
The city destroyed by black mud was now reborn.
The devastation caused by countless battles began to rewind, restoring everything to its original state.
Even the countless dead returned to life one by one.
The boy had once again saved countless people from disaster by signing a contract with [Alaya].
A miracle reborn—
A true Hero of Justice.
Lines of text appeared on the screen:
[Like sunlight piercing the night, dawn quietly crosses the horizon.]
[The boy's figure travels through reincarnation, walking the path of humanity's guardian.]
[A new storm is coming—how can we stop moving forward?]
[Across time and space, with all my strength, I'll come to your side!]
[This video has ended!]
[Chronicles of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[No one knows your name, but your deeds shall live on forever!]
The video ended.
…
"Alaya was so quick!"
Kirina clicked her tongue, still unsatisfied.
She clearly wanted to watch more—why did it end so fast? Couldn't it have lasted longer!?
That's it?
Lift your skirt and it's over? Short and powerless!
"This was just the beginning…"
Sanjiro looked at the boy on the screen, remembering that moment from long ago.
Don't be fooled by how tragic it seemed.
In reality, he was just tricked into being Alaya's conscript, sweet-talked into becoming a savior.
Back then, overflowing with justice, he signed the contract without hesitation.
And once he boarded the thief's ship, there was no getting off—thus began his journey to become the Nameless Heroic Spirit.
Just thinking about it made him shed bitter tears. He was so naive back then.
Damn Alaya, you're just a ruthless capitalist!
But that was all in the past. What mattered now was—
How did Gilgamesh react after seeing the video?
Did he rush over to kill someone?
At that moment—
Illya suddenly let out a soft "Huh?" and stared blankly at the back of her hand.
"What's wrong?"
Sanjiro leaned closer, surprised to see mysterious patterns appearing.
Three blood-red lines in an eerie pattern—they were Command Spells.
"After the video aired, it seems I reestablished my contract with Berserker!" Illya said in a daze.
A miracle had occurred.
She who had permanently lost her guardian hero now once again had the right to summon him.
And this time, it wasn't the mindless Berserker—
It was the real Heracles!
A future demigod blessed by the gods, bearing terrifying enhancements beyond count!
"Congratulations!"
Kirina looked at her full of envy.
From this moment on—
Her bestie, now capable of summoning a Heroic Spirit, had officially stepped into the ranks of the world's apex!
So jealous… why couldn't it be me?
While Kirina was consumed by envy and jealousy—
Sanjiro was turning ideas over in his head,
"With my relationship with Uncle B, maybe I can use his power to go up against Goldie…"
A fully-powered Uncle B with his Twelve Labors going up against Goldie? The outcome would surely be uncertain.
So then… how would Goldie react after watching the video?
…
Meanwhile—
Gilgamesh, who was on Sanjiro's mind, was currently standing atop a streetlamp in Fuyuki City, gazing over the bustling metropolis.
After watching the video The Oldest King, he had finally regained all the memories he had lost.
"That bastard Nameless… if you want this king to help you deal with Merlin, then beg me!"
Gilgamesh couldn't help but grin with pleasure.
That guy was just as arrogant and proud as he was—he'd never beg anyone.
But things were different now.
Nameless had clearly gone through something. His Saint Graph was shattered, and his strength had plummeted.
Now was the perfect time.
Gilgamesh decided that when he met Merlin, he'd just grab him and drag him straight to his best friend.
And then—
Make him beg!
Just imagining the scene made him—
I'M ABSOLUTELY HIGH ON THIS!
"So Merlin, you damn bastard, where the hell are you hiding? Come meet this king already—I've prepared a little gift for you."
Gilgamesh took out a vial from the Gate of Babylon.
It shimmered with a strange light—don't worry, its jus a shimmering, gender-bending water.
Just a sip of it would forcibly transform Merlin into Magical☆Merry!
And then, he'd hand him over to his bestie to deal with however he wanted.
Gilgamesh was getting more and more excited to see how that guy would react.
He'd definitely cry with emotion and want to give him a big ol' hug!
Grinning from ear to ear, he muttered, "See, Nameless, this king treats you so well. How do you plan on repaying me?"