"Mm."
Thud—
The bloodstained knight fell into the water.
His Saint Graph had already begun to crumble.
The knight lay upon the water's surface. Though he had completely lost his reason, a faint smile still appeared on his face of its own accord.
Ah, how wonderful this was.
With this crisis resolved, Britain would finally be able to return to peace, wouldn't it?
Peace...
Pindo closed his eyes.
He was tired.
This journey lingered in his mind like a dream, refusing to fade away for a long time.
Leaving aside everything else, scenes and opportunities like this—being able to fight alongside his companions even after death—were truly precious, enough to make one never want to leave.
Ah.
But this time, this was enough.
I have fulfilled my duty.
Journeys would eventually reach their end. Gatherings that ended in parting were also for the sake of better reunions in the future.
I wonder if, someday, I'll get another chance—just once—to charge forward together with everyone?
If that happened, I would be willing to give up my speed and never rush ahead at the very front again.
With his eyes closed and a faint smile on his lips, Pindo lay atop the water as the color gradually drained from him. He turned into a ray of light and vanished from the Fairy Realm.
This time, he was still the "first" Knight of the Round Table to depart, just as he always had been.
Was this fate, too?
"Ow... my poor back..."
Ignoring Robin, who was sprawled nearby and had finally realized she was injured, Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at the back of his hand.
His sense of Pindo's contract had vanished.
"Sir Pindo..."
Mash withdrew her Noble Phantasm. A smile unconsciously appeared on her face as she watched the gradually disappearing crack