The corridor upstairs was exceptionally quiet.
The Royal Court's fortifications had exceptionally good soundproofing. Whether it was the war raging outside, the battle below between the Vile King's body, Lancelot, and the Storm King, or the trembling rumble from the Holy Spear's golden tower overhead, none of it could be heard.
There was only silence—solemn, dignified silence.
At the end of the corridor stood a door.
A tall, magnificent, beautiful door.
"Behind that door lies the whole truth, Ritsuka." Roman's hand trembled slightly as he adjusted his instrument and spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka. "The final thing in this Singularity is behind that door as well."
"Go with Sir Anno, Ritsuka."
"...Yeah." Fujimaru Ritsuka merely nodded.
He and Mash stayed close behind Anno.
Anno looked at the door ahead, walking slowly.
Blood dripped from his body, falling onto the carpet and drawing a crimson trail.
Yet his gait remained powerful and upright.
His head held high and chest thrust out, he looked straight ahead. His broad silver-white cape hung behind him, his left hand resting on the hilt at his waist while his right hung naturally at his side. As he walked, his armor rang with crisp yet weighty clashes.
Ahead lay the end of fate.
Standing before the door, Anno looked back.
Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, Leonardo da Vinci, and Liao Ye—only these four remained.
No... there was one more person hidden in the shadows?
He looked toward the empty space, but said nothing.
He would only appear when it was time for him to take the stage.
The wind and sand beneath the city walls had long since dispersed. Presumably, he had prepared himself to strike once more.
After all, the Vile King would not be so easily slain.
Turning back, Anno took a deep breath, placed both hands upon