Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

With the light of the holy sword infused into her body, the Lion King's golden eyes began to turn back to their original emerald green. At the same time, the expression on her face became somewhat strange.

"Who... are you? I, why—Ugh...! Excalibur... Bedivere, that name seems to be... could it be... I can't remember. I know the name Bedivere, but the memories of you..."

The Lion King's body swayed. A sharp pain in her mind made her involuntarily close one eye.

"Are you really Sir Bedivere? Alright... In that case, return to my side and throw away that sword. It is something I no longer need. If you are my knight, then obey my voice. Return to my Round Table, Bedivere!"

Bedivere stood up straight. This long journey had finally brought him to his destination. Therefore, his tone became even firmer. The sin that once prevented me from sleeping peacefully, leading me to take up the Holy Spear, shall be atoned for today.

"No, that cannot be. Oh, incarnation of the Lion King and the Holy Spear, to you, I should be an enemy to be subjugated. Because you must have your revenge on me. And—I have a duty to stop you. As a member of the Round Table of the Knight King, I declare to you: I am the Knight of the Round Table, Bedivere. As one who represents good, I will subjugate you, the one who represents restraint!"

The Lion King, the Goddess Rhongomyniad, seemed not to understand what Bedivere was saying. She didn't understand this knight's choice.

"You are mine, you belong to the person I once was—"

Bedivere raised his right arm. Now, he would finally go to his death alongside the king he had pledged his loyalty to. This was the fourth chance. Bedivere raised a smile, then strode forward with determination. "It is time for the holy sword to be passed from the hands of a sinner to its rightful owner... I can only carry out my loyalty! I offer all my strength to you!"

Bedivere launched his final charge at the Lion King before him. "Devour my soul, and then gallop forth, O Silver Meteor! [Airgetlám]!!"

The Lion King raised the Holy Spear in her hand. After clashing with the silver arm, she was forced back once again. "I'm being pushed back by a mere Heroic Spirit? No. You are not even a Heroic Spirit. A mere human... with limbs that are crumbling and scattering into dust, why go to such lengths?"

Mordred took a deep breath and quickly strode forward. She then raised her fist and punched the Lion King hard in the face, before twisting her arm back to hold the Lion King firmly in place. "Is there even a need to ask why?! You bastard goddess, you don't understand what a Knight of the Round Table of King Arthur is at all!"

Bedivere's body had already begun to disintegrate. This was truly the end.

"On behalf of the Knights of the Round Table, I thank you. For letting you bear that dark era alone. You alone were unable to know the brilliance of that Round Table. O valiant Knight King, the one who saved Britain, you are our shining star. My King, now... no... this time, I can finally return this sword."

The silver arm pierced into the Lion King's body. Bedivere, too, finally turned to dust at this farthest end. That forest, that hill, that knight who had cared for King Arthur until the very end, whose eyes were swollen from crying—to eliminate that regret, the knight who had wandered through wind and frost finally completed his mission.

One of the Lion King's eyes finally turned back to its original emerald green. A smile finally appeared on her face, which had been expressionless for so long. "Well done... my last and most excellent, loyal knight... The holy sword has indeed been returned. Hold your chest high, Bedivere. You have truly completed your King's command."

The Holy Spear in the Lion King's hand fell to the ground at this moment.

The King, whose eyes had both returned to their emerald green, took the silver arm from her body. At this moment, the silver arm transformed into the golden holy sword. She then once again placed her gaze upon the crowd. Mordred also had a smile on her face. She released her hold on the Lion King and instead took up the demonic sword in her hand, standing respectfully by the King's side.

This made Ritsuka become vigilant once again. "Still want to fight? No matter how much strength you have, there's no reason to fight us anymore."

Mordred had a matter-of-fact smile on her face. Her demonic sword gently tapped her armor. "Those who turn their blades against the King have no reason to be left alive. The King has not yet swung the holy sword, yet I hear the ever-victorious king has been defeated. How amusing."

The King raised the holy sword in her hand. "If you are the ones who restore the Human Order, then it is my duty to fight to the very last moment with all my remaining strength."

Aslan, supported by Melusine, came before the throne. He stretched his body a bit, also preparing for another battle. But at this very moment, a chaotic, golden magical energy directly swept over the Lion King's body. It began to furiously devour the stray magical energy here, not even sparing the Holy Spear that had fallen to the ground, directly absorbing it into the golden magic.

The Holy Grail, which had been placed on the throne, began to emit a dazzling light. The existence contained within the Grail began to rapidly expand.

"Hohohahahahaha!! We have finally waited for our chance! O Lion King, no matter how much you can suppress us, your power has finally been weakened! Now, become one with us! You are a god who has walked this far on your own feet, and you will only disappear along with this city and this era. Since that is the case, why not try one last struggle with us!"

The Lion King's body and magic had ultimately been severely depleted. Coupled with the destruction of the entire Holy City, the power of the Holy Spear had also been weakened. The Goddess Rhongomyniad was heavily wounded. The King standing here now was merely a fragment of a soul. If they didn't absorb her now, when would they!

Mordred looked at the reappearing golden Demon God Pillar, an extremely furious expression on her face. Of course, the most important thing was that this Demon God Pillar dared to devour the King's body before she could react. What a joke?!

"What the hell are you doing?!!"

The Demon God Pillar's eyes glanced down, looking at Mordred, who was wearing a restraining device. Its tone held a hint of mockery and a hint of it-being-only-natural. "Oh... Knight of the Round Table, Mordred. The Knight of the Round Table who received the Lion King's 'Gift' and the Holy Grail's enhancement. It's just as well that you are here to continue your rampage. For the sake of the king you are loyal to, I imagine you wouldn't want this soul fragment to just dissipate."