The Singularity ended.

Dr. Roman confirmed it through the comms and the heroic spirits felt reality shifting back in place.

The calamity was resolved at the cost of a noble sacrifice.

Emiya took the liberty of repairing Mordred's helmet and Kenelm placed it on her head. The warm smile that never withered disappeared behind a wall of black metal.

There King Mordred sat...Her body placed on the stone throne inside the cave. Clarent laid proudly on her lap. The knights of this era carefully assembled every piece of their King; they made her whole. In life and in death, the knights affirmed her rightful place as ruler of Britain. Artoria Pendragon didn't object to their decision. How could she after what had transpired. The blade she used to deal the final blow had long disintegrated into particles of light. Yet, she still felt the mass of the blade weighing her down. She doubted it would ever disappear.

Merlin brought up the idea of leaving her body here, making this place her burial ground. He reasoned the people had suffered enough and the glimpse of Mordred's death would bring further trepidation to the frightened masses. Everyone agreed; the people of Britain deserved some rest...They needed some...Mordred needed it the most.

A gloomy atmosphere loomed over the group as they exited the cave. Sunlight greeted them above their heads, while the grass softened their steps. They could see it; it was all over, but no glory was to be had.

Their journey back to Camelot was dull and flooded with stationary corpses spread across their route they traveled on. The people cheered at their return. They praised the knights and blessed the members of Chaldea. Artoria didn't complain when she had to cover her face once they entered the capital. The cheers of the civilians and soldiers alike were nostalgic to the King of Knights.

However, she could not accept their goodwill. The applause felt like needles pricking the group's skin. The one who deserved the praise had long passed on.

A party was planned on the insistence of Kenelm and Merlin. Tristan questioned how they could support such a large celebration. Resources were incredibly scarce during the many conflicts.

Kenelm waved off the worries and noted the surplus of supplies stocked up in the underground stashes underneath Camelot.

The victory celebration was announced to the public and held on the night of the group's return. The people could finally relax and heal from the wounds of the past. The masters and servants of Chaldea notified their departure at the start of the celebration. Gareth wished they stayed for longer, but Emiya shook his head. He concluded that they must depart to the present to prepare for the next Singularity.

The knights accepted the answer and sent their farewells to their new allies. The members of Chaldea did so in kind to repay their gratitude. To Gudao's confusion, the heroic spirits refused the gifts given to Chaldea. Archer kindly rejected the items awarded to him and Artoria hid herself from public attention. Even Berserker had tossed the precious saint quartz Gudako had tirelessly collected in this Singularity. Of course, he did it after knocking the female master out cold with a chop to the back of her neck. She would be furious when she woke up.

Gudao was never told why the spirits acted so bizarrely. They deferred the topic till their return to the present, which he reluctantly agreed to.

In a flash of light, they were back. Chaldea had their own little party to celebrate their success in resolving the Singularity.

Unsurprisingly, Gudako was pissed and submerged herself in ice cream and soda to conceal her sorrows. The happy faces and normal occurrences didn't cease the strange feeling that anchored in Gudao's chest.

"Why did we leave?" Gudao brought up the courage to ask. Dr. Roman and the servants that attended the Singularity gave him a discomforting look.

"If we were to tell you back there." Dr. Roman slowly started. "You wouldn't have left. Gudako maybe, but not you."

Gudao and the other Chaldea staff listened closely. "Mordred's Singularity is unique in terms of other Singularities for the fact that it is not caused by outside forces. There are no false grails nor external powers that drove the original divergence of Mordred forward. The error was a glitch within the timeline itself."

Dr. Roman took a deep breath before revealing the dark truth. "Because of this...The CounterForce have decided to entirely erase that section of the past."

"Is this not the same as the other Singularities? There will always be residues that people can remember Mordred from, " Gudao questioned.

Dr. Roman shook his head to reject the master's conclusion. "Think of the timeline as a videotape and the program on the strips of film as humanity. A normal Singularity is the static that makes the video unplayable. The CounterForce fixes it just enough to avoid humanity's extinction, for the video to be watchable. However, Mordred's divergence is flames against the film and her Singularity is the resulting burn mark. To stop the flames from compromising the entire videotape, the CounterForce will eradicate the source. A piece of the film is cut out and a new piece replaces it. It'll be as if the burn marks never existed."

"Is that why we can't take anything back with us?" Gudao turned to Emiya with worried eyes.

"Indeed...Any object, besides the false grail, that can be traced back to Mordred's divergence may jeopardize the safety of ourselves and of the present. No one but us will know of King Mordred and her sacrifice." Archer gave an answer that Gudao dreaded.

Artario placed a hand on Gudao's shoulder. "They have earned their peace. It is better to leave them ignorant and allow their final moments be joyous."

"B-b-bu-bu-but we can still summon her here, right?" The desperation in the male master's voice grew. Archer and Dr. Roman's silence was all the answer he needed.

No one would remember her feats to allow her entrance to the throne of heroes.


Kenelm didn't attend the party, which was the final celebration they would ever have. Instead, he silently wandered towards King Mordred's office.

On his walk, he passed the baron-the same baron who was King Mordred's first ally in her rebellion. He was also the noble given leadership over Britain when Chaldea traveled to resolve the Singularity.

Kenelm revealed the fate of their king and the noble was devastated by the news.

"I assume…This is the end." The baron vaguely noted. Kenelm didn't divulge the key details, but the older gentleman correctly discerned his friend's thoughts from their short exchange.

"Yes, Burin." Kenelm muttered.

"Good bye then…Friend." Burin held out his hand.

Kenelm received the gesture and the two closed in for a firm embrace. "It has been an honor."

Kenelm saw Burin off before resuming his walk. The baron wished to enjoy his last moments happily, with his family and friends.

Soon, Kenelm arrived at the front door of Mordred's main office. It was undisturbed and dust collected on the tabletops. He walked up to her desk to see the large pile of unfinished paperwork. She never did finish them as she promised, even though got her refreshments. Her old armor still hung from the walls, shining from the moonlight. The same light was what drew his attention to a strand of metal chains protruding from a drawer built into the worktable.

He opened it to reveal a gemstone necklace. Some parchment was underneath it, none of them were political. In big bold letters, the front read 'The Knight King of Treachery'. The 'Knight' and 'King' were crossed out as if the author was unsure between the two words. Kenelm began to read and quickly realized that it was King Mordred's diary. Rapidly, he flipped through the pages and reached the end.

'Write a good children's story about myself with a Happy Ending.' The final written page was labeled as such. It was a task the King never had the chance to finish. A great flow of energy surged into Kenelm as he found his calling. He would write the story and finish it in remembrance of King Mordred. If everything were to disappear and he was to forget, then please let these parchments persist through time and space.

"How did you know?" Merlin's voice sounded at the entrance of the office. The Merlin summoned by Bedivere avoided the celebration so as not to spoil the festive mood. He strolled past the deceased king's office and saw Kenelm's figure sitting inside. A strange thought came to mind when he remembered how Kenelm agreed with his suggestions. Merlin had known the fate of this era, but Kenelm should not.

"I pretended to be the Archer fellow and asked." Kenelm responded while his focus was still on his writing.

"If you knew, why do you persist in scribbling these notes?" Merlin curiously asked. When no response was given, Merlin walked closer to the advisor. "What if I told you I can preserve them from the correction of the timeline?"

That statement brought Kenelm's writing to a stop. He stared at Merlin in disbelief. "You can?"

"Sure I can." Merlin puffed his chest in pride. "I may be a poor perversion of the real Merlin, but I am still him."

"But you said you can't use your magecraft and magic because your mana supply is cut off."

"Oh that...I got some help from a very stubborn mother for a small favor." He grinned. "Anyways stop wasting time and get to writing. The correction is happening shortly."

Just as he said it, white walls descended from the sky. It consumed the mountains, castles, and the people. Not even a speck of dust was left untouched.

The two men saw the horrifying scene and rapidly went to work. Kenelm increased his writing pace and had begun writing King Mordred's life story after he finished the story. Merlin picked up the gemstone necklace and began drawing runes and injecting mana into it.

In the ongoing party, the remaining three knights of the Round Table raised their glass of wine for a cheer. No one noticed the light that would later consume them.

Burin embraced his wife and children for their last family reunion. They closed their eyes, awaiting the light to engulf them.


Inside a familiar cave, the deceased King Mordred laid on her throne. Morgan emerged from the tunnels with a sack of gemstones compacted with mana. She dumped the contents onto the ground before going towards the throne. Mordred's arms were still detached from her body, but it was invisible to those viewing from afar. Morgan removed the helmet to see her daughter's smiling face.

"No matter how determined you were, you never did escape your fate." She acknowledged. "Even in failure, you smile."

Morgan placed the helmet back in place. "Think of this as an apology from me and that pervert." The gems drifted into position and runes sketched themselves onto the cave floors.

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Everything was consumed by the light. The time from Mordred's victorious rebellion to the end of her kingship was terminated. The hole in history filled itself in and the story of the original Mordred took its place. However, like cutting the film of a videotape, the removal and reassembly was never perfect.

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"Archbishop Kenelm, it is time for your Sunday morning church service." A priest knocked on the wooden door. The person in question was a young man who was newly appointed to this important role within his religion. His right hand was holding a quill, but he could not remember why he held it. Upon his desk was a strange gemstone and some stories of the treacherous betrayer of King Arthur.

If he was a normal man, he would immediately tear the papers apart. However, his body refused and the stories brought him a strange sense of comfort. The handwriting was indeed his own, though no memories of when he wrote the stories exist. Another knock by the priest outside his door broke his concentration. He placed the papers and gemstone inside a box, locked it, and left for his clergy duties.