"The ones who should be saying thanks are us."

Arash said, "Life here is very harsh. Though it doesn't come to starving, before you and Chaldea arrived, no one had ever eaten their fill. Even so, the people living here never gave up their feelings for the Holy Land."

"Just as Lord Arash says."

Bedivere stepped forward, "However, those feelings are now being trampled upon. Though I am not the Lion King's knight, I am still a member of the Round Table…"

"Even so, they were still willing to accept me."

"No need to mind too much."

Arash smiled to comfort him, "These are people who could even accept pagans. Besides… maybe it's because life is hard, but when it comes to those who have endured hardship in their travels, they can tell at a glance."

"Leaving aside positions,"

Arash spread his hands, "Knight brother, your life and theirs is probably about the same, isn't it?"

"Rather, it's Shirou. I feel his life should be more abundant, yet he keeps on running around… in short, he's got a very unusual destiny, really hard to put into words."

"If I have to say it, only one piece of advice."

Arash smiled, "Not taking care of your body won't do, Shirou."

Shirou nodded with practiced ease, "Don't worry, I've been paying attention. Now I've decided to sleep three hours a day, and eat and drink my fill."

"?"

Arash typed out a question mark.

Bedivere was silent.

Then he said, "I hope you don't mind, Sir Shirou. From the moment I saw you, I felt you were familiar. Adding to that, the way you call my King… Saber, is it because?"

"Mm."

Shirou answered, "Back when I participated in the Holy Grail War as a Master, the Servant I summoned was Saber."

Bedivere asked excitedly, "It was King Arthur and not the Lion King?"

Shirou smiled lightly, "To me, Saber is Saber. But if you want to think so, that's fine too."

"The Saber I summoned at the time wielded the 'Sword of Promised Victory.'"

"Really."

The silver arm faintly shone with light, "My King!"

Then he asked again, "Though it may be presumptuous, King Arthur… what was her wish?"

"Sorry!"

Bedivere apologized immediately, "If there's anything inconvenient then forget it. I just thought, if I knew, maybe there'd be a way to wake the Lion King."

"There really is that possibility."

Arash, who originally just intended to chat, now fell into thought after getting this information.

"King Arthur's wish… that really is something I'd like to know."

"..."

To Mordred, Shirou had said it was to make her awaken, and also to buy time.

But to say the same to Bedivere, he feared the man might faint right there.

Therefore, Shirou didn't know if he should say it.

"Inconvenient?"

Bedivere's eyes were clearly full of expectation.

Shirou sighed lightly, "It's not inconvenient, but to you… to the Knights of the Round, and even to Britain, that wish would be no small blow."

"Besides, I can guarantee it has nothing to do with King Arthur becoming like this. Rather, if she still had that wish, she would never have returned the sword to the lake."

"Precisely because of that, I was able to summon her."

"I see."

At these words, Bedivere grew even more dejected, but still said:

"I'm very sorry, Sir Shirou, but as a Knight of the Round, of course I want to know what wish the King still carried."

"..."

So, Shirou tactfully spoke of that wish.

Truly tactfully, and he quickly made it clear that the Ahoge King had already been freed from that wish.

Even so, Bedivere wore the expression of the sky collapsing.

Losing his soul, no, almost dropping dead on the spot, he said, "We… we actually inflicted such harm upon the King. Truly… unforgivable!"

"My King, I have wronged you!"

With such an expression, Shirou even suspected he was about to defect.

In the end, Bedivere still couldn't fully express his feelings, and simply fainted.

The incident came suddenly, so Da Vinci had to come take a look.

"Da Vinci, is Lord Bedivere all right?", Mash asked worriedly.

"It can't be said that he's all right… but it can't be said that he's not, either."

Watching together with Roman for a while, Da Vinci reached this conclusion, "His Saint Graph is fractured in four parts, like a mirror crudely pieced together with double-sided tape."

"Most importantly, his body should have rotted away long ago. The only reason it's lasted till now is that he's been using his soul as fuel, crammed into an engine it doesn't fit."

"The one who helped him maintain this body is without doubt the scum of scum!"

Da Vinci furrowed her brows tightly, "If he dies in this state, then it really will be nothing, he won't even make it onto the Throne of Heroes."

"That kind of guy, really ought to…"

"You can't entirely blame that scum."

Shirou wasn't speaking up for Merlin, just stating facts, "This was probably Bedivere's own request, holding a wish that no one could save, that he could only face himself."

"In short, the one who helped him is indeed scum, but he really was helping Bedivere."

"If you put it that way…"

Roman sighed, "So it really is Merlin?"

"Could it be, that court mage who assisted King Arthur is this rotten?", Arash stroked his chin in thought.

Shirou said, "Just a little warning, there's a chance that guy is right now hiding in Avalon, spying on us with Clairvoyance."

Shirou even suspected that his appearing here was Merlin's doing.

But if it were Merlin, it would be reasonable for him to have told Bedivere of his existence.

In fact, it's possible Merlin himself hadn't predicted Shirou would show up here.

'Could it be… Saber is the one who summoned me?'

'But the timing doesn't fit…'

"An EX-rank Clairvoyance, huh."

Arash gave a slight exclamation.

BOOM!

This blast sounded from far away.

To give a comparison, it was like several mountain peaks away.

For ordinary people, or even ordinary magi, there'd be no way to detect it.

Yet both the now-reflective Shirou and Arash noticed the explosion at the same time.

"This is…"

Arash flashed out of the room like lightning. Looking up at the dark sky… from another mountain peak smoke was rising, along with firelight.

It was like a red dragon showing its claws, tearing the mountain apart, red lightning spilling out with it.

"The West Village is in trouble?"

And with such obvious traits, the culprit could only be that one among the Round Table Knights…

Without any hesitation, Arash pulled the alarm.

"Shi—"

Before he could speak, the Emperor Steed flashed past, soaring into the sky.

[Note about Hassan of the Cursed Arm: Yes, he is indeed the leader of this era. But in the story he himself also said he was summoned here, same as the other Hassans… as for whether it was possession or not, that's unknown.]

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