"—What about the future?" Artoria spoke of the "future," but her gaze was fixed on White.
White merely smiled, her figure gradually fading away.
Artoria still stood atop the Hill of Swords.
In her memories, Mordred was gazing at her.
Artoria looked at the holy sword in her hand.
"My wish isn't worth such a sacrifice from you."
Artoria lowered her head.
Though White bore the exact same appearance as her sister, Artoria felt that if the two stood before her now, she would be able to tell them apart immediately.
—Even if White resembled Morgan more now, they had become far more different in Artoria's eyes.
The holy sword could lead to the past.
The holy sword could also lead toward the future.
"Mordred." Artoria looked at the shadow from her memories. "You are an outstanding Knight of the Round Table. And... thank you."
The shadow in her memories continued to gaze at Artoria, but Artoria had already understood everything.
The next moment, she returned to reality.
Excalibur tore through the wall of flesh.
White's figure appeared within the fleshy wall.
"Archer!" Artoria roared.
"Understood!"
Archer raised his bow.
A uniquely shaped dagger shot out like an arrow, piercing through White's chest.
Something snapped.
A resonant hum sounded all around them.
The real White slowly opened her eyes.
"Saber..." White looked at Artoria and smiled. "Please... fulfill your wish."
Then, she turned into light.
The blooming golden sword was there, deep within.
"Ah, I understand. So, I choose the future—White!"
Artoria gripped the sword.
[The Shirou-Saber fans are seeing clear skies!]
[Wooo!]
[That was practically a confession.]
[Reminder: Angra Mainyu's Bonds Craft Essence has special attack against Beasts.]
[Why bring that up now?]
[Holy shit, she really became a holy sword spirit.]
[I'm tearing up. That blockhead with the