After Artoria used the Wind King Barrier to conceal the true form of her weapon, the sword's real appearance was revealed before everyone's eyes.
It was a magnificent golden two-handed sword, with a blue crescent-shaped guard.
Anyone who saw this sword even once would never be able to forget it.
Indeed, because the sword was so distinctive, Saber, who had descended as a Servant, had no choice but to use the Wind King Barrier to distort the air around the blade and conceal it, hiding her identity that way.
"So it was you!"
The moment Diarmuid saw the sword's true form, his eyes lit up.
At the same time, his attitude toward Artoria became somewhat more respectful.
From this sword, Diarmuid had recognized Artoria's identity.
The king of Britain, and the sovereign of all knights.
Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights!
"Heh heh..."
Seeing that this king would rather reveal her identity than deny her opponent a satisfying battle, Diarmuid's blood began to boil.
She truly was worthy of being the King of Knights. A single decision had set his heart racing beyond control.
If he and this lady had lived in the same era, he would surely have sought to serve beneath her banner and fight alongside her.
He had to thank the all-powerful Holy Grail for fulfilling his old dream.
Now, he had fought against the King of Knights and stood beside her against a common enemy.
Once his consciousness returned to the Hall of Heroes, his true self would surely be delighted as well, wouldn't it?
With that thought, Diarmuid's fighting spirit surged.
This was his home ground!
He was the one who had issued the challenge.
The opponent had come to them of his own accord.
How could he possibly be left out in the end?