The Time of Parting Has Come; This Is the Abandonment of the World

Artoria still refused to give up, fighting for her last shred of hope. Yet even that hope was shattered.

At Camlann, she was finally killed by Mordred, and all her efforts came to nothing.

At last, she could rest.

In the blink of an eye, Mordred narrowed her eyes. The sunlight was bright, and the breeze gently brushed past her. The Sword in the Stone had not been pulled free; it lay peacefully asleep atop the stone, waiting for the moment when it would choose a king.

Was it an illusion?

"Saber? What's wrong? Aren't you going to pull out the sword?" Shishigou Kairi looked at Mordred strangely. "You've been standing there in a daze for quite a while."

"Huh? Have I? Haha, after thinking it over, I don't really want to pull out that crappy sword. I don't need anyone's recognition. If I want to be king, I can just become one myself." Mordred smiled casually.

"That works too, if you've worked through your feelings. I just thought it was one of the conditions of the deal, so it'd be a shame not to pull it out." Shishigou Kairi wiped his sunglasses. "Still, as long as you're satisfied, that's what matters."

Mordred smiled and nodded, patting Shishigou Kairi on the shoulder. "Just what I'd expect from my master. You really do things exactly the way I like."

But she had already tried to pull it out. She simply had not succeeded.

That sword was never meant to be drawn by her.

That sword should only have been drawn by Artoria.

The king of Britain could indeed only be Artoria.

"The ideal king..." Mordred murmured. Unfortunately, all her efforts had ultimately been ruined by her.

But she did not regret it.

King Arthur should have rested long ago. Britain, which