"Eh? What does that mean?" Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment and exchanged a glance with Mash.
"You mean the Holy Grail is in Ozymandias's hands?" Leonardo da Vinci's smile vanished for an instant as she looked seriously at Anno.
"Eh? The Holy Grail? Eh? What's going on?" Nitocris apparently knew nothing about the Holy Grail. She looked at Anno in confusion, then at Leonardo da Vinci.
"I visited Ozymandias's temple once before, and I saw an unexpected sight there."
"But without a doubt, the Holy Grail should be in Ozymandias's possession." Anno looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka. "Even so, will you come with me to the Holy City?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned and fell silent for a moment.
Gritting his teeth, he was about to speak, but Anno, who had asked the question, extended a hand.
"You need only keep your decision and resolve in your heart." Anno walked over and knelt on one knee, meeting the gaze of the seated Fujimaru Ritsuka. With what might have been a kindly smile on his face, he gently ruffled Fujimaru Ritsuka's orange-red hair. "I know you're someone who cares deeply about bonds, Ritsuka. That's why I will ask this question—but you must never answer me."
"I'll set out on my own."
"And you should pursue what you need to pursue."
He stood and walked over to Artoria.
"My king, please forgive me for being unable to serve at your side before the throne."
He lowered his head to Artoria.
"It's all right. You have something more important to do now."
"Go stop that other me."
Artoria had already finished an entire roasted dragon leg. She smiled at Anno.
Though she truly was Artoria, and Anno truly was Anno—King Arthur and a Knight of the Round Table, inseparable—both of them understood that the "Arthur"