"Your life will be written by you alone."
As Hansen's voice fell, Irisviel couldn't help but be taken aback.
In a daze, she recalled the scene when they first met, when this man had domineeringly broken into the castle, yet solemnly promised to protect her safety.
Now, he had done it.
The snow-white young woman, who had already learned the man's true identity through the divine power link, smoothed her slightly messy hair. Holding her daughter, who still looked bewildered beside her, she gave Hansen a graceful bow.
She lowered her head, revealing a section of her beautiful neck, her voice carrying a hint of shyness but also incomparable determination: "From now on, please take care of me... Lord Hansen."
"That is natural. Since you've boarded my ship, you are my person."
Hansen nodded slightly, then turned his gaze toward Artoria, who had already come to her senses and was quietly watching everything.
Without the cold armor to hide her, and under the reflection of the starry sky, my King in her pure white bridal dress appeared exceptionally soft and beautiful, yet without losing her kingly heroic spirit.
Seeing Hansen look over, Artoria subconsciously bit her lower lip, her gaze wandering a bit as if she were doing some mental preparation.
"Following me means you will be completely distant from your beloved Britain, and you might even never be able to return."
Hansen raised an eyebrow and asked knowingly, "What, do you regret it?"
Artoria took a deep breath, like a knight about to rush onto the final battlefield. She suddenly raised her head, her emerald eyes looking directly at Hansen without the slightest evasion.
"...No, I don't regret it."
Her voice was clear and firm, and the clarity in her eyes was moving.
However, the King with the ahoge's heart was clearly not calm.
Although that flush on her cheeks spread all the way to the tips of her ears, even the golden ahoge on top of her head curled into a shy circle.
"According to my previous oath, my body and soul no longer belong to that kingdom which has long since vanished."
She took a step forward, her slender hand in its white lace glove taking the initiative to grasp Hansen's large hand.
"From now on, my sword will only be swung for you."
"No matter where you go, whether it's heaven or hell, or even the end of the world, I will accompany you at your side."
The King of Knights lowered her proud head, gently resting her forehead against her lover's strong chest in a posture of complete surrender and trust.
It was no longer for the country, no longer for the people, and not for that ethereal Holy Grail.
Simply as a girl named Artoria, she offered all her loyalty and love to the man before her.
Their palm temperatures merged. In this quiet and magnificent dimensional passage, Hansen looked at the shy yet frank King of Knights before him, feeling the heartbeat of the person in his arms, a gentle curve hooking at the corner of his mouth.
He tightened his grip on her hand, as if he were holding the entire world.
"Then, from now on, I am your Master."
A beautiful smile rose at the corners of the young King's mouth, overflowing with incomparable happiness and relief: "The honor is mine, my..."
"...Mas-tah."
Lightly embracing Artoria's slender waist, and feeling the muscles of the beauty in his arms tighten slightly due to nervousness, the smile at the corner of Hansen's mouth became even more wanton.
"By the way, since you've become my person, don't always think about rough work like charging into battle in the future. Leave the fighting and killing to me; you're only responsible for being as beautiful as a flower by my side."
Hearing this, the originally submissive golden hair on top of Artoria's head instantly bounced as if electrified. She subconsciously wanted to retort: "How can that be! I am Britain's King of Knights, my glory lies in the sword and... mmm..."
The rest of her words were domineeringly blocked back into her throat.
This kiss didn't last long, but it was enough to make this king, who was invincible on the battlefield, throw down her armor and surrender.
When the two separated, a strand of crystal silver thread slid from the corner of Artoria's lips, which were as crimson as the sunset.
Mist filled her emerald eyes; where was there any trace of the King of Knights' majesty? She looked exactly like a little lion that had been bullied ruthlessly.
"Protest invalid." Hansen's thumb gently wiped away that bit of crystal from the girl's lip, his tone one of unquestionable doting. "This is an order."
"Ugh..."
Looking at the shy beauty in his arms, Hansen was in a great mood and waved his hand.
"Let's go, to pick up the rest of the family!"
...The inner side of the world, The Root.
This was supposed to be the end of truth that magi could not reach in their entire lives, an absolutely quiet and sacred black and white courtyard.
Bizarre world bubbles floated all around, projections of countless parallel worlds, exuding an indescribable sense of solemnity.
If one ignored the mountain of snack wrappers piled on that European-style tea table, that is.
"Mmm... crunch crunch... so good..."
The blue-haired loli, the incarnation of the planetary will gaia, swung her two little feet in mid-air, holding a family-sized bag of Lay's, eating with her face covered in crumbs, devoid of any divine majesty.
Opposite her, a white-haired, red-eyed loli was sitting with a dark little face, clutching a hand of poker cards.
Although she seemed to be playing cards, those ruby-like eyes were staring fixedly at a certain point in the void.
"Bastard... robber..."
alaya muttered to herself, the ahoge on her head spinning wildly like a radar.
As the Counter Force of humanity, she could clearly feel that some important nodes on the surface of the world had disappeared.
Not only was the Holy Grail War forcibly terminated, but even Saber, who should have returned to the Throne of Heroes, and the Einzbern mother and daughter, who served as key items, had their auras completely erased from this world.
Just then, a familiar cracking sound came from outside The Root.
Crack—!
A pillar of platinum light descended from the sky. Hansen held Saber's hand, followed by a large group of girls, as he swaggered into this holy land that magi dreamed of.
"Yo, long time no see?"
Hansen gave a greeting in an extremely good mood.
Clatter—
The cards in alaya's hand scattered all over the floor.
"You, you, you..."
Feeling the tyrannical divine power aura on the women before her that absolutely did not belong to this world, especially seeing Saber in her bridal dress, who had clearly fallen completely, alaya's little hand pointed at Hansen, trembling incessantly.
It was one thing to kidnap Saber!
But to also take away the Einzbern lesser grail mother and daughter... and those two brats from the Tohsaka Family... this scourge was practically here to stock up on goods!
"Calm down, calm down."
Hansen walked to the tea table, familiarly snatched a cookie from gaia's arms and stuffed it into his mouth, saying indistinctly: "I'm helping you clean up redundant data and optimize system memory. You should be thanking me."
"Besides, those little ones have good potential; staying here would be a waste."
"I thank your whole family!" alaya was frantic, wishing she could pounce and bite him. "They're all mine, mine."
"Don't be so stingy~~"
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