"Ugh...! Ah...!"
Watching the Violet Silver Knight weave through the bombardment of blinding light in such a tragically heroic manner, charging toward her without regard for his grievous injuries, Artoria clutched her head with both hands and cried out in pain.
There was no helping it.
Bedivere's tragically loyal devotion had dealt Artoria's memories an unprecedented shock, making her head hurt so badly that she could hardly breathe.
All kinds of memories flooded into Artoria's mind, causing scene after scene to surface.
There was the scene of the girl, who had only just grown into adolescence and had yet to become a king, constantly practicing her swordsmanship to hone herself.
There was the scene of the girl, who had drawn the Sword in the Stone and become king, encountering one Knight of the Round Table after another.
After that, the girl grew into a qualified king, led Britain, charged across countless battlefields, and achieved victory after victory.
Then, with the Round Table's collapse, the kingdom marched toward ruin, and the girl knelt atop a hill of swords amid a field of corpses, covered in blood from head to toe.
All of it surged into Artoria's mind.
Immediately afterward, the figure of a knight began appearing again and again among those memories.
When the girl traversed the battlefield as the boy king, he followed her.
When the girl sat upon the throne as the King of Knights, he followed her.
When the girl entered and left the royal palace, he followed her.
When the girl stood atop the city walls and gazed over her lands, that knight remained at her side, protecting her all the while.
He was King Arthur's first and last knight. He was utterly loyal. Although his abilities were weaker than those of the other Knights of the