Miracle Summoner

"The Repair of the Singularity Has Begun!"

"Forced Spiritron Transfer is About to Commence!"

"Are you all ready to return to Chaldea?"

Through the communicator, the voices of Roman, Da Vinci, and Olga Marie rang out one after another, informing everyone of the current situation.

Now that the Holy Grail of the Singularity had been successfully retrieved, the Lion King had been defeated, the Holy Lance had vanished, and the Holy City was about to collapse, all anomalies and distortions had been resolved. Naturally, it was time for the foundation of humanity to be restored and for everyone to return to Chaldea.

However, this time, those returning to Chaldea would not be limited to just Rozen and Mash.

"Here."

Jeanne [Alter] suddenly extended her hand toward Rozen with an air of superiority, making her intentions clear.

"This..."

Mash was momentarily stunned.

"You..."

Rozen was also taken aback.

But Jeanne [Alter] simply snorted and spoke with an unfriendly expression.

"Didn't you say you wanted to form an official contract with me and bring me back to Chaldea? What's the matter? Are you backing out now?"

She acted as if she didn't care.

Yet Rozen could easily see through the unspoken hesitation in the eyes of this prideful Dragon Witch—her heart was far less composed than she tried to appear.

At that moment, Rozen couldn't help but find the situation amusing.

Mash, on the other hand, was truly both surprised and delighted.

"Miss Jeanne, are you really planning to form an official contract with Senpai and return to Chaldea with us?"

To Mash, this was seemingly a cause for celebration.

Jeanne [Alter] immediately responded.

"If I don't form a contract, I'll vanish on the spot. I have no interest in dying so soon."

That was her reasoning.

And, it was quite logical.

Unfortunately…

"You can keep pretending if you want, no one would mind."

Artoria [Alter] bluntly exposed Jeanne Alter's act.

"Shut up!" Jeanne [Alter] snapped. "Who's pretending?! This is my reason! Is there anything wrong with that?"

No, it wasn't wrong.

But going out of her way to explain herself like that only made her argument less convincing.

"Such a troublesome woman."

Artoria [Alter] scoffed but still extended her hand toward Rozen.

Rozen was momentarily stunned.

"What are you standing around for?" Artoria [Alter] said calmly. "If that explosive woman over there can form an official contract with you, why can't I?"

The implication was clear—there was no need for further explanation.

"Is the King also planning to come to Chaldea?"

Mash's eyes widened.

Clearly, she had not expected Artoria [Alter] to also want to form a formal contract with Rozen.

Even Rozen himself hadn't anticipated this turn of events.

Unlike Jeanne [Alter], whom Rozen had intended to contract, he hadn't even extended an invitation to Artoria [Alter] yet. Who would have thought that she would take the initiative?

And, naturally, since the two Alter Servants had already stepped forward, the remaining one would not miss this chance either.

"Me too!"

Hassan of Serenity hurried over, clinging to Rozen's sleeve with a pleading expression.

"Please take me with you as well, Rozen-sama!"

She looked fragile and pitiful, like a child afraid of being abandoned—a sight that was unexpectedly adorable.

Thus, three Servants extended their hands toward Rozen, requesting a contract.

And they each expressed their resolve.

"Rozen-sama."

Hassan of Serenity gazed up at him with hopeful eyes.

"The forced return is about to begin. If we don't hurry, we'll be sent back to the Throne of Heroes."

Artoria [Alter] warned.

"If you're regretting this, now is your last chance to back out."

Jeanne [Alter] added bluntly, though she still kept her hand outstretched.

Seeing the three hands in front of him, Rozen smiled.

The next moment, Rozen did not hesitate.

He reached out and took the hands of all three Servants.

"Zing!"

A contract sigil instantly manifested, glowing momentarily before fading away.

In that instant, Rozen and the three Servants formed an official contract.

Immediately after, their bodies turned into particles of light, which were absorbed into a vortex of luminescence.

They were whisked away into the passage of light.

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This was a forest.

An ancient, yet serene forest.

The sounds of birds and beasts echoed through the air.

The atmosphere was full of life and vitality.

Artoria walked through this tranquil place, steadily advancing toward a particular destination.

She had journeyed a long way to arrive here.

How much time had passed?

Artoria had forgotten.

But her long-buried memories reassured her—this path was the right one.

For she had walked this path before.

Eventually, she arrived at a lake.

"—"

Standing before the crystal-clear waters, Artoria paused.

She gazed upon the sunlit ripples, her eyes closed, as if reminiscing—or perhaps, bidding farewell.

Then, she slowly raised her holy sword.

"Go."

Artoria spoke softly.

"Return to where you belong."

As she spoke, she threw the holy sword into the lake.

"Splash!"

The sound of water rang clearly.

The blade sank beneath the surface, disappearing from sight.

And, in that moment…

Artoria saw a beautiful woman emerge from the lake's center, reaching out to receive the sword.

Moments later, the woman vanished.

That was…

"The Lady of the Lake?"

Indeed.

The very spirit who once bestowed Excalibur upon King Arthur.

Now, the holy sword had returned to its rightful guardian.

"I'm sorry for making you wait all these years."

With those words, Artoria turned away, stepping deeper into the forest.

Her divine aura and life force were fading away.

This was inevitable.

The King of Knights should have perished long ago. She had only survived through the power of Rhongomyniad, which elevated her into a divine being.

Excalibur's blessing had also kept her alive until now, allowing her to return here.

But now that the sword was gone, she could no longer endure.

Artoria walked forward until she could no longer continue.

Then, she lay down beneath a great tree.

It was a perfect mirror of the legend—the way King Arthur had fallen.

After 1,500 years, she had finally reached her long-overdue slumber.

And just before she closed her eyes, she heard a voice.

"Are you going to sleep, my King?"

A voice filled with unwavering loyalty.

Hearing it, Artoria couldn't help but smile peacefully.

Then, she whispered softly.

"Forgive me, Bedivere."

Her voice grew faint.

"This time… my slumber… will be… eternal…"

With that final murmur, Artoria closed her eyes.

And so, the legendary King of Britain quietly fell into eternal sleep—within the depths of this forest.

Forever.