Ex-Machina on Dimensional Travel

Bedivere suddenly collapsed. Had he not immediately stretched out both hands to brace himself against the ground, he would probably have landed face-first.

"Haha... looks like my 'time' is almost up..."

He stared at his powerless hands and smiled faintly, a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.

The commotion also drew the attention of the two people nearby.

"Bedivere..."

Artoria naturally understood what this meant.

Bedivere's situation was similar to hers. Both had survived until now only by relying on the Holy Sword's "power."

Before this, with someone's help, the Holy Sword had long since replaced his original prosthetic arm. It had been the pillar supporting his journey until now, as well as what had allowed him to remain here for so long.

Bedivere was not a "Heroic Spirit," but an "ordinary person" who had only survived until now through the Holy Sword's power.

And this also meant that once he "returned" the Holy Sword, the lifespan that the Holy Sword had "fixed" in place would reach its end as well.

Artoria had understood this the moment Bedivere returned the Holy Sword.

"I am deeply sorry, Lord Xiu Er..."

Bedivere somewhat reluctantly turned his head, trying to look toward the companion who had helped him fulfill his wish.

But his increasingly powerless limbs made it difficult for him to move his body.

"Until just now, I had concealed the truth."

His voice was filled with apology, as though he was ashamed of his own "deception."

"..."

Xiu Er shook her head. It seemed she had known the truth all along.

After all, Bedivere's condition had been completely exposed the moment she activated the Codex of the Whispers.

"Is that so... haha..."

Bedivere smiled in relief.

"Should I say it is only to be expected of you, my