"…She's been summoned."
"…But. After endless battles upon battles, to strike at the finale—such greed is unbecoming."
"…Tch, fine. Even a bit part deserves some meaning. Let's go, Llamrei."
(Not like she had lines in the original anyway.)
Ominous
"Servant reactions—all vanished! No enemy signatures nearby! —Great work, everyone!"
"Yes… —Mission complete. Rikka, Mash. All of you—well done."
—The reliable duo lowers the curtain.
"Hmph, at last this worthless Makiri fog is done—ku, ku, MAKIRI'S FOG—FUHAHAHAHAHA!!"
—Savoring a single gag this long. As expected of the king. I can't help but laugh along. Hahaha.
(Good job, Nameless. You survived unscathed again.)
—Yeah. Being able to talk with Fou like this fills me with joy and relief. Thanks for checking on me first.
(N-No, not here—if you vanish now, it'll raise suspicions. Later, back at Chaldea.)
—Yeah. Hold me tight and let me sleep.
(Ah—)
—Particles! Fou particles!
"Yayyy—! Mash! Kintoki-nii! Mordred! We won! We did it! We did it!!"
"Yes! Thanks to Senpai… truly…!"
"Rikka, killer guts! Chest out—time to greet Lady Raikou!"
"Yeah!!"
"Alright! Britain's safe! No one but me got to trash it! How's that, Father!!"
"Well fought. You fulfilled your duty as a Round Table knight."
"—Wha… uh… Y-Yeah! Mordred's awesome!"
"My compliments as well. Thou art an honorable knight of the Round Table!"
"Arthur… shut up! Th-That's obvious! OBVIOUS!!"
Mordred yelled, eyes glistening.
"You've gotten good at lip service, Artoria."
"Hard work deserves praise. Right, Gil?"
"Indeed. As king, it's the bare minimum."
"…This singularity felt both eternal and fleeting."
"Enjoyed it, Artoria?"
"Yes… It's strange. With you now, thoughts of slaying Saber or killing Artoria feel… trivial."
"Neglect of duty. Return to the Throne."
"Can't do that. I'm the top Saber. Top Artoria. That, I won't yield."
"…I see. Then remember this."
"?"
"…Thou art the one Artoria who forgave my back. Etch that honor into the Throne itself."
"…It'll be returned. Even if the heavens invert."
"Fuhaha, no doubt. Otherwise, it'd be dull."
"So—I won't share this memory with any other Artoria. It'll stay as corrupted data: the fool who went wild and got corrupted by Gil, crashing eternally."
"Hmph. Drown in those foolish sentiments, then… Ah."
"Yes?"
"The face of that Saber girl, witnessing us now—wouldn't that be a sight?"
"…She might drop dead from shock."
"Fuhahahaha! We must summon her!"
"Kill heart and body!! Nice Saber way!!"
"We must! Tell her I'm chummy with an Artoria who shares her face! That Saber's expression will turn wine to nectar!"
—After this, Artoria and the vessel feel much closer.
"Gil."
"?"
*"…Let's ride the Gilgilstallion again. Camelot next?"
"…If the chance arises. She'd never humble herself that easily. By elimination, thou art the only one fit for the seat."
"Don't let anyone else on. This seat's mine."
"Hmph. Once Saber arrives, thou'rt obsolete."
"Yeah, can't wait to be discarded."
—Are they on good terms or bad…?
…Hm? What's that?
"…Hm? Ending's fine, but… haven't we forgotten something trivial?"
The vessel's words prompt a moment's thought.
Forgotten…
—Right as thought stirs—
"'The flying bird leaves no trace,' says an eastern proverb. The battle ends only after cleanup."
With the voice, lingering fog surges, converging in one spot.
"Hm? Leftover fog gathering. What's this?"
"—Impossible! Servant reaction!?"
Olga Marie cries out.
"No way!? Bad timing—this was the wrap-up vibe!"
"Complaints later! Everyone, brace!"
"No need for that. Catalyst fog in the air is scant—barely minutes of manifestation."
"Still, let's see if it's Saber."
"Here it comes—!!"
"…On the battlefield, laxity is fatal. A dying villain revives on the slightest gap."
Absorbing all the fog—
"Like this. Ye're still green, Chaldea."
—The one who appeared: a knight.
Black spear in right hand, black armor, mount with crimson-glowing eyes.
"…You…!!"
—I know her.
I know that face. That quiet yet razor-sharp gaze—I've felt it before.
"…To think even the storm. The gods must truly despise my ideals."
The vessel sighs wearily.
"…First, apologies for interrupting thy triumph. Someone seemed eager to summon me."
"Artoria…!?"
—That face—unmistakably Artoria herself…
"She's here! The cheeky pick from Ishida Akira's three options—praying shamelessly for 'more divine bounty'!! Lancer manifestation? Your blunder!! Any Artoria but me—smite!!"
"Huh? Mash, that's a spear, right?"
"Y-Yes. Arthur's a holy sword user…?"
"Allow me to explain. That's Rhongomyniad. Arthur's spear, linking the world's front and back. And—"
"The spear that killed me."
Mordred seamlessly connects to the stunned Arthur.
"…What took you so damn long?"
—"…Mordred."
"Dragging that out?! Come to finish me off, Arthur King!!"
The overwhelming Lancer turns.
"Artoria, got a plastic bag? Looks like she'll puke aether."
"Disgusting! Make it vinyl!"
"A god who averts her eyes from ideals, falls to storm, claims growth as king… No longer Artoria, but a stranger… Japanese Godzilla vs. foreign Godzilla-level different…"
"Fool. Seeing thy pathetic form was worth it."
"CALIBUUURN!!"
Lancer effortlessly parries the charging Artoria.
"Fear not, Assassin. I'll vanish soon."
"Huh!?"
Artoria startles, nearly tumbling off the stairs—
—Danger!
"Idiot. Don't make me intervene. Accidental death would make me the fool."
The vessel grabs her sleeve, pulling her safe.
"Catalyst fog too thin. Manifestation exhausted—I fade."
—Then, it's as if—
"I appeared to vanish. Gathered Britain's defiling fog as catalyst."
"So…?"
The Master speaks; she nods.
"…I said it: cleanup matters. I was summoned to drag this fog with me."
—Then she—
"Britain's guardian… tardy, perhaps, but I'll fulfill my duty."
—No hostility. She's already withdrawing.
…Even inverted, she came to save Britain…
"How kind of the Storm King. Truly thy aim?"
"Die, other Artorias…!!"
"…If ye crave battle, I'll oblige… No. Ye won. Slaughtering the weary is hyena work. This spear won't bear such shame."
"Th-Then why show up?!"
"…A warning. 'Don't forget the grail underground.'"
—Right—the Grail!!
"…Forgotten, huh. Close and convenient—slipped my mind."
The vessel laughs it off—fuhaha.
—Too used to sorting treasures; clean forgot!
"Right, right! Retrieve the underground grail! Then it's truly done!"
"Mari~"
"I-It was intense! Y-You all forgot too, right!?"
"Forgetting the grail… A blunder only possible without knowing the Hero King, Senpai."
"Ahaha! Totally!"
"————"
(...)
—?
The vessel and Fou fall silent.
"Thou graspest the meaning, Hero King."
"…Hah, considerate. Weren't thou a tyrant?"
"…My role was tacked on. Minor interference changes naught. —Warning given. I'll take the fog and go."
"Self-destruct over Saber—you got lucky… Next, I'll carve off that excess flab!!"
"The have-nots howl. —Curse the self who grasped the holy sword, Artoria."
"Huh?"
"…Mordred."
As she fades, black Artoria calls.
"Wh-What!?"
"…Mind the disinfectant."
With that alone, Lancer Artoria vanishes, dragging London's fog with her…
"D-Disinfec… tant???"
"Weird person…"
"…? Gil, what's wrong?"
The vessel's unusually quiet.
"…Right. Artoria, Mordred—wait in the apartment."
"Huh? Oh?"
"Grail retrieval: me, Master, Mash only. Artoria—tinker with this."
Tosses a camera from the ripple.
"For post-retrieval pics. Prep thoroughly."
"?...Understood."
"Underground again! Let's make it quick!"
"Yes. No enemies confirmed."
"…Well, then."
—The vessel's far from casual. Tension coils through his body.
"Hurry back! Evac starts soon!"
"I'll hold the camera. Stay safe, everyone."
"Byeee!"
—Just in case, sort some treasures.
"…Fine. Indulge this farce."
…Is some dangerous foe waiting?
(Nameless)
—Fou?
(—No matter what, I'm by your side. Promise.)
…Huh?
(Believe in me, you… and him. Got it?)
—Y-Yeah.
(Now… let's go. —The final trial.)
…Final… trial?
"My great feat!"
"Hm? What's up, Senpai?"
"Behold the truth of my birth!"
"Oh, bathroom? Go for it~"
"This star reincarnates! All life becomes the past!"
"Turn left, cross that dimension to London—toilets ahead."
"Praise it! I am Goetia! Human Order Incineration Formula! Demon God King GOETIA!!"
"TP and Febreze there—fine, fine. Careful~"
Aaaaa? (Goetia?)
"Toilet, duh."
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