This was a journey undertaken by a knight for his beliefs, for his mission, and for his self-redemption.
A thousand five hundred years of wandering. Even hard stone would be worn away, and even seas could turn into mulberry fields, as a certain unnamed mage once said.
"This knight's soul is so resilient that it astounds even me, a nightmare. What kind of willpower must it take for him to persevere for fifteen hundred years!"
Lion King gripped the Sword of Promised Victory, holding the Holy Sword with both hands, her eyes now gentle.
"Bedivere.
Yes, I remember now.
That forest, that hill, that knight's face, red-eyed from weeping, who cared for me until the very end.
Did you wander for so long just to erase that regret?"
Everything seemed to be over.
Lion King, or rather, King Arthur, whose memories had returned, no longer had any will to fight.
She raised her hand and let the Holy Lance in her grasp melt into the ground beneath her. Artoria's Holy Lance automatically sprang out, returning to her hand.
However, even though the Holy Lance rebounded, the main body of the Holy Lance below did not rise again.
"What is this?"
Mo Shuying raised his hand, a golden light already shimmering on his skin, and a growing sense of repulsion. They were about to be ejected from this world.
"My other self, and this excellent knight."
Lion King stood leaning on her sword, her expression calm and unbothered.
"This king will not apologize for what happened this time, because even now, this king does not believe this king did anything wrong. But as a token of gratitude, this king will give you a clue, a clue about the final Holy Grail."
After becoming the Lion King, through the Holy Lance, Lion King possessed an extraordinary level of Clairvoyance, allowing her to occasionally see through time, and peer into the future and past.
She saw it—that final, and most authentic, Holy Grail had been placed by the King of Mages in the distant past!
"Mesopotamia, huh? I know about that."
However, Mo Shuying spoke up immediately, and the smile on Lion King's face froze. She looked at Mo Shuying and nodded slightly.
"Indeed, truly an excellent knight. I hope you can obtain the final Holy Grail. At that time, if you need..."
Lion King stopped there, because Mo Shuying and the others had already been ejected from this world.
"Heaven's will is clear. Although there are variables, heaven's will is on my side."
King Hassan appeared out of thin air. When he said "my side," he wasn't referring to himself, but to their faction, which was Mo Shuying's faction.
"Yes, but the road ahead is still arduous. It won't be easy."
Lion King looked up at the sky. The Demon God Pillar fusion was still raging. She raised her hand, and a massive Holy Lance light cone appeared, then shot towards the Demon God Pillar fusion.
"The road ahead is arduous, but we shall climb with all our might. This time, I could not help them, incurring a debt of gratitude and a promise. In the subsequent Singularities, I will naturally repay it, even if it means abandoning this Grand body."
King Hassan had already drawn his broken sword, a blue flame emanating from his entire body. He took a single step and charged towards the Demon God Pillar fusion as well!
...
The Singularity vanished.
Mo Shuying and the others emerged from the capsule. The Holy Grail was with Mash, and recalling the adventure, Mash was a little sad.
"Is everyone alright!"
Dr. Roman rushed over, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was fine.
"Phew! That's great. No connection error. It was so sudden! Thankfully, there was no location error, otherwise, who knows where everyone would have been sent."
Dr. Roman demonstrated his impressive professional capabilities, ultimately bringing everyone back in the nick of time, with no one lost.
"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Roman. Sigh, this time, it really was..."
Mo Shuying shook his head, his mood also a bit heavy. Gods... it was too absurd.
The final battle with Lion King was due to the unique nature of her deification; he hadn't even seen a chance of winning at first.
Thinking about what came next, the Seventh Singularity would be an even more divine battle, which made him very worried.
As if sensing Mo Shuying's concerns, Dr. Roman spoke.
"You all did extremely well! We are currently pinpointing the location of the final Singularity. The era is too ancient, making it very difficult and requiring a lot of time. Everyone worked hard this time, go get some rest!"
Dr. Roman told everyone to rest, and they all left one by one. When it was Da Vinci's turn, Dr. Roman reached out and grabbed Da Vinci by the collar.
"Da Vinci dear~ Where are you going? I still have a mountain of logistical work waiting for you to handle! Hehehe..."
Dr. Roman smirked. These past few days, he had been playing both father and mother, handling everything from front desk to logistics, sleeping only an hour or so each day, relying entirely on functional potions. He really wanted to ask Da Vinci:
"Do you know what I've been through these past few days?!"
"Oh! Doctor, don't be like that! I, I, I, I... I'll go handle it right away!"
Da Vinci struggled free from Roman's grip and scurried away.
Roman, of course, couldn't catch Da Vinci. He looked at his fingers, smiled, then turned and walked towards the control room.
Back in his room.
Mo Shuying lay directly on the bed.
He wasn't tired, but he needed a moment of quiet reflection.
The Seventh Singularity was fast approaching, and after that, there was even Solomon Goetia to contend with. His own power felt somewhat inadequate.
In truth, Mo Shuying wasn't weak; quite the opposite, he was very strong.
His current power could be said to be top-tier among Servants, but the Servants referred to here were humans, not gods.
Divine Servants would have their power restricted in other eras, but in Mesopotamia, during the Age of Gods, their power would only be greater.
He had to find a way.
Half a day passed. Fujimaru Ritsuka found Da Vinci, who was tinkering with a special gauntlet.
Aside from its color, this gauntlet bore some resemblance to Thanos's Infinity Gauntlet, with special grooves at the knuckle joints. It was unclear what they were meant to hold.
"Da Vinci, I'm here to find a way to become stronger. From this Singularly trip, I've realized I'm too weak—so weak that I need others to sacrifice themselves to save me. Da Vinci, do you have any way to make me stronger?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart ached remembering Lancelot stopping him and then jumping down.
Da Vinci was still engrossed in her creation. She carefully took out Saint Quartz after Saint Quartz, then meticulously embedded them into the gauntlet's grooves. A flash of light emanated as five Saint Quartz connected, emitting a special glow.
"Aha! It worked! I truly am a genius!"
Da Vinci picked up the gauntlet and put it on her right hand, only then noticing Fujimaru Ritsuka nearby.
"Oh? Ritsuka, are you here to see my new invention? Come, come! This is my miniature Heroic Spirit summoning device! With just a snap of the fingers, I can summon a Heroic Spirit! Let me show you."
Da Vinci raised her hand, and with Fujimaru Ritsuka's bewildered expression, snapped her fingers. Then—
*BOOM!!!*
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