What would have happened if Anno had drawn that sword?
Anno didn't know.
According to Merlin, he could only be defeated by time—but what would the reality have been?
So in the end, all he could do was make a wish for Britain's lasting peace and stability. As for the form it would take... who knew?
Would it be lasting peace and stability under King Arthur's rule, or lasting peace and stability under King Anno's rule?
Even Anno himself couldn't make sense of it.
But at the very least, that wish hadn't deceived his own heart. That was enough.
"My wish has been made, but... perhaps because of my own stubbornness, Britain has already perished. It perished at Camlann."
"So, Shirou, there's no need to concern yourself with my wish. You should think more about how to persuade the other Masters and Servants."
"...I understand."
Shirou gave Anno a grateful look.
Issei Ryuudou, who had remained silent at the side, felt somewhat lost.
How should he put this?
It was pretty surreal.
And because it was real, it was even more surreal.
He had seen Anno clad in white armor, wielding a shining Holy Sword, send Shuten Douji flying with a single slash. Combined with the fact that the Holy Grail War truly existed, the person before him... was probably really Anno, the Knight of the Round Table from the legends of King Arthur.
The king who had served two generations of Camelot, commander of the Round Table, Britain's white wall—Anno.
There had been seven such people in total. Though one of them was already dead.
Ah, no. In the terminology of the Holy Grail War, he should have [retired].
"There's no problem with Sakura and Caster's side. We already discussed that earlier. Now, the main issue is everyone else."