"Ah, I understand."
The same soldiers also appeared beside Irena.
"O Holy Lance! Please heed my prayer!"
Gray had already raised the Holy Lance.
Add still had not awakened, and both the Holy Lance's appearance and stance remained in their original form.
But when she finished those words, a warm current of magical energy seemed to flow across the Holy Lance.
"Mm?"
She seemed to sense someone by her side.
It was a gentle person.
A gentle king.
That person was listening to her prayer.
"Ah..."
She remembered.
That was right.
Exactly.
—King Arthur's story was a fairy tale too.
At this very moment, King Arthur's fairy tale responded to her heart.
At this moment, Gray understood who that gentleness came from.
The Holy Lance began transforming on its own.
Gray did not even need to operate it.
It was not Gray controlling the Holy Lance; the Holy Lance was guiding Gray.
In that instant, Gray felt that her past hesitation and fear seemed somewhat ridiculous.
And that warm power continued guiding Gray.
Then, she heard a voice by her ear—
"Thirteen Restraints released—"
"The Round Table Conference begins."
"This is not a battle against elementals. Approved."
"This is a battle against a powerful opponent. Approved."
"This is a battle for survival. Approved."
"This is a battle in pursuit of truth. Approved."
"This is not a battle that violates humanity. Approved."
"This battle requires fighting evil. Approved."
Then, that voice by her ear spoke again.
"This is a battle to save the world. Approved."
"!!!"
That voice.
In that instant, Gray seemed to understand the meaning behind that voice's existence.
That person was—that person was—
At that moment, something within her heart was set free.
"Huh?"
At this moment, the Holy Lance revealed its true form.
It was a massive,