Savior.
Her again.
Artoria could probably understand some of what was in White's memories. But she still found it very strange.
She had never heard of such a story about a pilgrimage journey to save the world.
No such story had ever circulated in Britain.
Even the other person's appearance was exactly the same as hers.
"That person isn't me." This was the one thing Artoria was absolutely certain of.
But who exactly was this person?
Then, Artoria gradually noticed something was wrong.
The savior had saved many people.
But as the dream gradually became clearer, Artoria slowly realized something.
They weren't humans, but fairies. At least, most of them were fairies.
"The Savior of the Fairies... the Savior of Britain... Morgan?"
Then, she opened her eyes again.
The dream was over.
The scenes from the dream receded like the tide.
Yet the turmoil in her heart still could not calm down.
Artoria stood up and left the room.
As she did every day, she headed toward the dojo.
As though they had arranged it beforehand, White was still in the dojo today.
The radiance of a holy sword blossomed in White's hands.
After Lord El-Melloi II's reminder, White had come to better understand her own nature.
Viviane was the Lady of the Lake and had a strong connection to holy swords.
Then, by drawing upon that aspect of her nature, she could further forge holy swords.
Artoria did not interrupt her.
She entered the room, carefully closed the door, then stood by the entrance and watched White forge.
Before long, the holy sword's radiance gradually faded.
This was not a failure. On the contrary, it was a sign that the holy sword, upon completion, had sealed all its original splendor within itself.
"Tempering... complete."
White slowly opened her eyes.