Type-Moon Crown Master

"Later, I learned that because he had failed to return the holy sword, the King could not even die. The King took up the holy lance that had remained by his side and became an undead king wandering the world. I decided to find the King and return the holy sword to you!"

"I'm sorry, everyone... I've been hiding this from you all along. In truth, I was never a Heroic Spirit!"

"How could that be... Th-that was... 1,500 years!"

Watching everything on the screen, Dr. Roman, far away in Chaldea, found it utterly unbelievable. Then he suddenly thought of something.

Humans could not live for that long. Even if Excalibur halted human growth and aging, that only applied to the body.

Immortality was an exceptionally vicious curse for humans, the greatest torment imaginable. The people around you died one after another, while you could only remain alone. Bedivere was like that, setting out alone on a journey of atonement.

To Roman, this was unimaginably cruel. He could not understand how a human could keep going for so long. Even though he had become human now, Roman still sometimes considered things from the lofty perspective of the divine realm.

Bedivere, an ordinary human who had wandered for 1,500 years, had gained the power to contend with the Knights of the Round Table who had become Servants through Merlin's magecraft, deceiving everyone's eyes.

Without question, this was no third-rate trick like a mass illusion. It was "interference with cognitive concepts." It had deceived not only the Knights of the Round Table, but even Chaldea.

Everyone could clearly see that now that Bedivere had voluntarily removed Merlin's magical disguise, tiny sand-like particles were continuously falling from his body. His body was rapidly breaking down.

1,500 years of suffering, pain, turmoil, and fear,