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Mordred was also moved.

She doesn't mind chivalrous etiquette and is not as rigid as other knights.

But, this guy Bedivere.

"This is getting interesting. I didn't expect this guy to have this ability."

Mordred's frivolous smile disappeared.

Just hearing that there was a knight who had been loyal to Arthur for 1500 years made her envious... Oh no, disgusting!

1500 years.

Enough to erase a lot of things.

Loyalty is deeply rooted in Bedivere's heart.

His spirit has been forged to a level that cannot be erased by time.

"It is a story full of sadness, persistence and emotion, and it is the most fascinating story. However, this story also has its moment of ending."

“That moment is now.”

The goblin's palace.

Morgan looked at the face she knew so well with envy.

The fairies crawling at the base of her throne are terrified of her terrifying magic that is comparable to magic.

King Arthur was not like that.

Her knight betrayed her three times to keep her alive.

Now, it’s the fourth time!

Chaldea, a human resources security agency.

Giving Bedivere a fourth chance.

This is the last chance to atone.

He smiled and blessed the Master, inviting this savior, this destined protagonist, to fulfill his thousand-year-long wish.

This is the final second round.

There is no grievance or anger.

The god who regained his memory and the knight whose long-cherished wish was fulfilled.

The fight hasn't started yet.

The ending is revealed.

As the foam shadows float.

A line of silvery-white words appeared on the paper as a song "Last Stardust" played.

The picture travels through 1500 years of time.

Recalling the warning that lingers in my heart.

He looked through the Lion King's painful expression and thought of the past.

Among the wheat fields and green woods, King Arthur in blue and silver armor has a sweet and chilly smile.

[I will never forget your smile that day]

[Wang, did you see that? That is the continuation of the dream]

Life is passed down from generation to generation.

The strong men of previous generations eventually became legends and were passed down from generation to generation.

It's time to see the outcome.

The sword clashed with the holy spear.

The clanging sounds echoed, exciting all the people watching.

The sharp edges intersect.

The raging waves couldn't stop my steps! ?

Bedivere's pure eyes showed no fear, which was enough to shake the Lion King's cognition.

The body is gradually turning into mud and gradually collapsing.

The flesh and blood that should have turned to dust long ago, and the body that was held in shape by the holy sword, collapsed.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"He can actually drag this body forward and fight against the gods!?"

Those worlds of the heavens, just hearing the voice of the gods, would be driven by biological instincts to be servile and shocked:

"Why!!?"

yes..

Why..

Dragging his half-broken body.

With a dying soul.

There was no trace of confusion in him.

His eyes sparkled.

The miniature of the knight is reflected in the depths of the pupils.

The Lion King was puzzled.

Gradually it becomes confused.

As the memories flow into my mind, they turn into pain.

Gods cannot understand mortals.

She can't read it at all! ?

How could Bedivere, who charged forward with his physical body and was not afraid of pain, be able to match himself?

Did the restoration of memory melt the icy determination?

Was it his charging figure that made her want to stop?

【Why...】

【Why...】

[I will be suppressed by a mere heroic spirit...]

[No, you are not even a Heroic Spirit. ]

[A mere human being... can you suppress me? ]

【With the limbs that had collapsed and scattered into lumps of earth. 】

What made him so determined?

What motivated him to be so brave?

The inner doubts turned into tangible words that filled the screen.

"She is doomed to fail." Frieza saw that the outcome was known, and looked at Bedivere with praise: "Since a species of creature has become a god, but now she is full of emotions and questions like an ordinary person, then...she can no longer be called a complete god."

What is God?

Complete, noble, and capable of changing the world with a single thought.

The Lion King used to be.

Now, after being indoctrinated with the memories of her time as Arthur, she is no longer like that.

"Her gun is no longer sharp, and her memory has been revived."

In the world of Hell Song, Akado showed a rare smile, a smile full of admiration that he had never shown to anyone before:

"Only humans can kill monsters, and only humans can put an end to divine things... Only humans..."

The first and final knight.

It's been 1500 years.

The reason why he can stand on the throne again and face the Lion King's questioning is because he has a human heart.

It is because we are human that we have emotions.

To keep the memory eternal,

Never forget the original beauty.

"I have never forgotten your smile that day. I still remember it to this day, King Arthur."

Bedivere responded respectfully.

The blinding light on his right arm could no longer be extinguished.

【Finally, it’s time】

It seemed to confirm the words in the knight's heart.

His right arm emitted even more violent beams of light.

The time has come to return the holy sword that has sustained Bedivere for 1500 years.

Light and shadow fill the painting with colors.

Looking at this figure.

Looking at the light on his right arm.

The Lion King's mind was filled with memories of the past.

She instinctively reached out, hoping to stop Bedivere.

It's not an instinctive obstruction.

It was an emotion I hadn't experienced in a long time.

It is the deepest emotions of the soul that are at work.

She didn't want to see him go.

But...

"You have done very well, Sir Bedivere... You have done well enough for me to be proud of you."

As Tristan expressed this emotion on the Wheel of Suppression.

within the screen.

Bedivere delivered a speech.

He was sincerely grateful.

It was the Knight King who bore the brunt of that dark age.

Only the Knight King is the bright and kind star in the hearts of the Knights of the Round Table.

You who saved Britain...

"My king, my master. Now.. no."

Bedivere's eyes were filled with tenderness. He bowed respectfully and thanked him, then modified his words:

"This time, I can finally return the sword."

Trembling, the first and last knight returned to the king what should have been returned long ago for the last time.

The arm that had served as Bedivere's right arm and accompanied him through many storms began to emit golden light and transformed into a sword, a divine weapon called the Sword of the Promised Victor.

finally..