Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Chaldea.

The Camelot: The Sacred Round Table Domain video had finished playing.

The trio fell into silence.

After a long pause...

Da Vinci, the Universal Genius, sighed softly. "No wonder Emiya was chosen by Alaya. He really only ever wanted to save others, never caring about himself..."

Watching each exposed video only made her ache for him more.

He was just a young boy, yet from the very beginning, he had been protecting others.

In Camelot, when he activated Unlimited Blade Works, the Lion King asked why he had deployed his Reality Marrow, turning it into a one-on-one duel.

The boy had simply replied—

"It's simple. I don't want anyone else to get hurt. So, I'll fight you alone."

He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

To spare others from harm, he would face an invincible god alone.

It looked unbelievably cool, but it was also utterly reckless with his own life.

A savior who claimed he wouldn't be a "hero of justice," yet embodied it to the extreme!

In that regard, neither Kiritsugu, that middle-aged man, nor Julian from the Ainsworths, could even compare.

Da Vinci turned to the otaku beside her, puzzled. "So... what exactly are you? How were you able to help me create summoning cards that nearly replicate the Second Magic?"

The Second Magic allowed one to connect to infinite parallel worlds, drawing mana from each.

Earlier, Nameless had used those magic cards to achieve an effect almost identical to True Magic.

Of course, Alaya's assistance might have played a role.

She was the ultimate Emiya fanboy!

"I-I'm just a regular otaku..." Romani Archaman replied weakly.

He glanced down at the mysterious ring on his finger.

After watching the video, he was even more confused.

It felt like his memories had been completely sealed away.

That vague sense of impending doom he'd sensed before... maybe it was tied to the Demon God King Goetia mentioned in the video.

But what did that have to do with him?

"Just a regular otaku, huh?"

Leonardo da Vinci's lips curled slightly. "By the way, Emiya mentioned before that he wanted to find you a wife. I wonder if he succeeded?"

"Uh, probably not..."

Dr. Roman scratched his head awkwardly.

He was just an otaku obsessed with the virtual idol [Magi☆Mari]. Who would possibly like him?

Yet for some reason, the vague image of a dark-skinned girl surfaced in his mind. Even though he couldn't recall her face clearly, it inexplicably made his kidneys ache with phantom pain.

Da Vinci turned her gaze to the quiet little shield maiden. "Mash, did you remember something?"

"I remembered... so many things."

Mash lowered her head. Tears streamed down her usually cheerful, delicate face.

She remembered the endless bonds with her senpai.

The bonds forged through countless battles across different worlds, fighting side by side to protect humanity.

But why had she forgotten?

Had the world truly been reset, making her—and everyone else—forget about senpai?

At that moment, Mash suddenly recalled an ordinary high school student she'd met at a regular grocery store in Fuyuki City.

When she saw him, she'd inexplicably blurted out "Senpai!" Could there really be a connection?

That person happened to be named "Nameless"—pronounced exactly the same way.

And he even attended the same school she was about to transfer to.

It all felt like a fated encounter orchestrated by heaven itself!

This left Mash uncertain.

She decided to find opportunities to interact with him more later, to see if he really was the same person.

Da Vinci suddenly continued, "Mash, now that the video has exposed Lancelot as your father, what do you plan to do?"

Previously, Galahad had transferred his Servant Spirit Origin to Mash, making her undeniably his child.

"I can never forgive that man!" Mash answered without hesitation.

"Uh, are you really sure about that?"

Roman asked weakly.

The girl had no family left—she only knew the few of them.

"Absolutely sure! Even if he comes begging, I'll never forgive him!"

Mash's reply was resolute.

To be precise, Lancelot's affair with Queen Guinevere had been the spark that led to the complete downfall of the Round Table!

Not to mention, in the Singularity, he'd knowingly assisted the Lion King's wrongdoings despite understanding they were unjust.

No matter how he might try to apologize, she would never forgive him!

...

Meanwhile.

Fuyuki City.

As a member of the Round Table Knights—

No, as a former member now serving his homeland of France.

Let's not forget—he was the one who'd stolen Queen Guinevere, single-handedly destroying the Round Table.

How could he possibly show his face in Britain again?

His earlier handshake reconciliation with King Arthur had been nothing more than a facade.

Not a single one of those Round Table Knights had a good look for him.

"Damn Alaya, actually broadcasting it publicly!!"

Lancelot felt as if a knife had been stabbed into his heart.

It was infuriating.

Just when everyone was about to forget, Alaya had to release that exposé video, forcing everyone to relive the Round Table Knights' dark history all over again.

His act of stealing the queen, single-handedly causing the downfall of the knights—now broadcast to the entire world.

A public execution!

Lancelot couldn't even imagine how much hatred Britain must harbor for him now.

He'd probably never be allowed back into the Round Table Knights in this lifetime!

Just then, an unbearably cute, pink-haired knight—the kind that made people want to "know the man and rise to the occasion"—leaned in closer.

Astolfo pointed at the pink-haired girl on the screen and patted his shoulder. "But hey, you know Mash is your daughter, right?"

"Oh right, my daughter!"

Lancelot's eyes instantly lit up.

His once-unfilial son, who used to love smashing him with dining tables, had turned into an adorable, soft-hearted daughter. This was an absolute win, no doubt about it!

He couldn't help rubbing his hands together. "My daughter… how can I reunite with you?"

As a member of Chaldea, she was now attending school in Fuyuki City.

So close, yet so far!

"Don't even think about it. Mash absolutely despises you—there's no way she'd acknowledge you as her father!" Astolfo blinked his big, innocent eyes, looking utterly clueless.

"If you don't have anything nice to say, then shut up!"

Lancelot wanted to transform into a "ball-crushing maniac."

This guy had an absolutely cursed skill—

[Evaporation of Reason]

With his rationality evaporated, he blurted out whatever came to mind, incapable of keeping secrets—almost like a curse.

The worst part? His [Intuition] was borderline prophetic, meaning most of what he said turned out to be true!

Astolfo grinned. "China's Spring Festival is coming up soon. Why not dress up in festive clothes, bring some gifts, and go see her? Who knows, she might forgive you!"

"Festive clothes?"

Lancelot's eyes sparkled.

This guy's [Intuition] was practically prophetic—it wouldn't hurt to follow his advice.

If his precious daughter really forgave him and called him "Daddy" in that sweet voice, he could die without regrets!

For his adorable daughter, he might even be able to defeat the Lion King!

Meanwhile, in Britain...

Tristan, left behind in London, glared furiously at the screen.

Right now, Alaya's exposé video was playing.

As a proud Round Table Knight, he had been reduced to nothing more than a backdrop to highlight Nameless's overwhelming strength.

That bastard had toyed with him, humiliating him at every turn.

And after defeating him, he even had the nerve to say:

"Listen here, little Tristan—quit pretending to be some brooding poet!"

He could tolerate being defeated, but this? This was unforgivable!

Music and song were his greatest passions—he was known as the Knight of Lamentation.

Even fairies were said to be enchanted by his beauty.

Gripping his Noble Phantasm, Failnaught, he gritted his teeth. "That Nameless bastard… when I find you, I swear I'll make you—"

"You lost to him."

Agravain replied flatly from the side.

"That was a sneak attack! Does a sneak attack even count as a real loss?" Tristan immediately defended himself.

The other man's tone remained indifferent. "But you still lost to him. Everyone saw it."

"...You're really not likable at all!"

Tristan could barely restrain the urge to punch this guy first.

Are you there? If you can talk, then talk more!

No wonder all the Knights of the Round Table disliked each other—just this mouth alone made it impossible to like them.

Agravain stared fixedly at the other knight: "You've somewhat surprised me."

The other possessed a beauty so striking it was hard to distinguish their gender, with a personality as gentle as an elder sister.

This was none other than King Arthur's beloved confidant—

Bedivere.

He was one of the original members of the Knights of the Round Table and the only knight of common birth.

Compared to the others, he was far weaker.

Agravain had never been able to understand why someone like him could manifest as a Heroic Spirit in reality.

Now, after watching The Sacred Round Table Domain, he finally understood everything.

Perhaps it was precisely his performance in the Singularity that allowed him to become a Heroic Spirit.

Even he had to admit, after watching the video, that Bedivere was a perfect Knight of the Round Table!

"I only sought to atone for my sins," Bedivere sighed heavily.

Watching the video had restored all his memories.

He had been staring blankly at the screen in a daze.

If not for his three failed attempts to return the sword, the King would never have walked the path of destroying the world, nor would Nameless have had to fight so desperately.

Everyone praised him, but he alone could not forgive himself.

Tristan patted his shoulder: "Little Bedivere, you've already done more than enough. Both the King and Nameless have praised you—don't blame yourself anymore."

"This time, if the King is condemned by the world, I will bear all the responsibility. It's all my fault!"

Bedivere watched as countless people online hurled vicious curses at the Lion King, his heart filled with agony.

He had only wanted the King to find happiness.

Even if it meant abandoning the duty to protect Britain!

The King, too, was just an ordinary girl—she should have been able to marry the knight who had always protected her, just like any other girl!

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