The bride revealed the most radiant smile anyone had ever seen.
"Eh, ehehehehe... My wedding ring with Shirou... Hehehe..."
Morgan raised her left hand above her head and gazed at the ring on her ring finger.
Her cheeks flushed bright red, and a childlike, silly grin remained on her face.
Now I have no regrets. Shirou let out a sigh of relief—
"My husband!"
"Waaah!"
Just then, Morgan threw herself into Shirou's arms.
She pressed her entire body against him and hugged him with all her strength.
"Thank you, my husband... I'm really happy... So happy. This is the happiest day I've had in three thousand years..."
Shirou gently stroked the witch's hair, unable to tear his gaze away—
────Morgan's face was so blissful it made him dazed.
Thank goodness. This way...
Thinking this, Shirou closed his eyes in satisfaction.
"...Shirou?"
By the time Morgan had finally let out all her emotions and contentedly ended the embrace, her husband had already stopped breathing.
The last expression lingering on his face was a faint smile without the slightest trace of regret.
And so, the King's long life came to an end.
As if following him into the grave, the witch died alongside her King.
She removed her pilgrimage attire and hood, then donned black mourning clothes and a veil.
The Queen of the Fae Kingdom was born.
Volume One 116: Why did it become the Lion King again?! Bedivere, was there something wrong with your attack?
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Artoria had never felt as ill at ease as she did now.
Looking back, this was probably the first time during the Holy Grail War that she and Shirou had been alone together.
Irisviel was always between the two of them. Her gentle, gracious, innocent, and lively personality had the effect of a lubricant.