My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

In addition to the funding from various countries, the heroic spirits also went to various parts of the world to provide support. After all, some places were already saturated with kings and heroes, and dispersing themselves was a good choice in order to avoid conflicts.

However, the saddest person is not the country where the Heroic Spirit resides, but the Master of the Heroic Spirit.

The heroic spirits sent to provide support must be far from safe countries and go to the most chaotic places. In fact, due to the shortage of numbers, they may have to travel to several regions. If it is a heroic spirit alone, it is fine. If they cannot win, can't they just transform into spirit form and escape? But if they bring their Master with them... they will absolutely not bring their Master with them.

In other words, after defeating the beast but before the heroic spirits are released from their summons, they have to face a separation.

Eriri is burying herself in an endless stream of manuscripts.

She was no longer the noble and glamorous princess she once was. Her long, golden hair was messy, and she was wearing a loose green tracksuit. Her dark circles were even more noticeable on her fair skin. She reached out, picked up her cup, and took a sip of coffee to keep herself going.

Various paints and drawing papers were scattered around her, and among the sketches strewn on the ground were many exquisite works, but she didn't give them a second glance.

She's been in this state for three days now, and the trash can is overflowing with plastic bags of bread. In fact, Eriri herself has reached her mental limit.

If this continues, I'll get sick soon.

She touched her forehead, which was covered in a cold sweat, and her lips were somewhat pale.

But she dared not stop. For the past three days, she had locked herself in her room under the pretext of focusing on her painting, refusing any visits or meetings from anyone, including Arthur.

This was something Eriri could never have imagined.

Even when she was rushing to meet deadlines or working, she refused to be separated from Arthur.

He was her prince, her knight, her source of inspiration.

Anyway, she'd already completely lost face with Arthur, so he wouldn't care about such a small matter.

But this time, Eriri acted out of character.

The incident began three days ago when the news broadcast tragedies that had occurred around the world. The bloody images made Eriri unable to eat or sleep, but what terrified her even more was Arthur's expression.

Compassionate and sorrowful, merciful and resolute.

Never before had her premonition been so strong.

Perhaps, before the real separation arrives, she will have to part ways with him.

That place is not a battlefield where humans can exist.

She couldn't go with him either.

So she locked herself in her room, became engrossed in finishing her manuscript, and claimed that she would not see anyone, naturally refusing to meet with Arthur as well.

She didn't want to hear bad news, nor did she want to hear Arthur's request to leave.

Because she would agree; she couldn't bear to watch even a stranger die because of her own selfish desires.

However, she didn't want to take that step; she wanted to maintain the status quo.

So Eriri chose to run away.

Just like countless times before, she chose to stay away from Aki Tomoya for fear of being blamed, and she chose to hide Hakugi Eri's identity for fear of being ridiculed... This is what she is best at. Even though she hates herself so much, when danger comes, she will still bury her head in the sand like an ostrich and deceive herself.

However, those bloody scenes turned into a strong sense of guilt, tormenting and hurting her. More than once she wondered if she had sent Arthur directly to the rescue, would one more person have survived?

Actually, this wasn't her responsibility, but Eriri is an ordinary girl, and also a kind one.

This torment tormented her, but it also unleashed her boundless potential. Her paintings became increasingly beautiful and breathtaking, with colors and lines developing a distinctive style. Yet, she never experienced a moment of joy.

"Yinglili."

With a gentle knock on the door, Arthur spoke softly from outside, "Let's talk."

A moment later, Eriri, looking disheveled, opened the door, her eyes filled with sadness.

She couldn't be that selfish.

The two sat facing each other on the sofa. The blond young man could sense Eriri's sadness, inner turmoil, pain, and struggle, which was why he felt compelled to speak up.

"Yinglili."

Arthur's eyes were always tolerant and gentle, as if nothing could defeat him.

He said in a gentle voice, "You know the eight principles and nine rules of chivalry, right?"

Eriri paused, then nodded hesitantly.

Even if she didn't know before, since she signed a contract with Arthur, Eriri naturally couldn't help but find out. In fact, she knew it by heart.

She knew what Arthur wanted to say.

She hadn't spoken for three days and had been drinking coffee the whole time. Her once clear voice was now a little hoarse as she recited the code of chivalry.

"Humility, honesty, compassion, courage, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul."

These are the eight virtues of a knight, and very few people can achieve them today, but Arthur himself seems to have been born for this purpose.

Then, Arthur continued Eriri's words in a deep and gentle voice.

"I vow to treat the weak with kindness."

His tone was so earnest, as if he had returned to the time when he first became a knight and was swearing an oath for it.

"I swear to bravely fight against rape."

His enunciation grew clearer and more resolute, and as if in response, the holy sword hidden at his waist shone brightly.

"I swear to fight against all wrongdoing."

"I swear to fight for the unarmed."

Eriri clenched her fingers and bit her lower lip.

"I swear to help anyone who asks me for help."

"I swear I will not harm any woman."

The radiance of the holy sword illuminated the entire room, and it began to tremble incessantly, yearning to fight alongside the glorious Knight King.

“I swear to help my brother knight.”

"I swear to treat my friends sincerely."

Arthur paused, gripped the holy sword at his waist, and uttered the final vow on the tip of his tongue.

"I swear to love my beloved until death."

His turquoise eyes reflected Eriri's seemingly weeping expression.

Arthur Pendragon was a true knight.

Of course, he is also a king, and he has his own responsibilities, not only to uphold the honor of being a knight.

But after Richard the Lionheart was summoned, he encouraged his admirer and prepared to abdicate.

Britain was not his homeland; it was just that no one had come to replace him before.

Having relinquished his responsibilities as king, Arthur was merely a knight.

This is also for his Master, so that Arthur Pandoragon, as a knight, can better protect his Master.

He spent three days handling his affairs, which also gave Eriri time to adjust.

Eriri took two deep breaths; she understood.

She could not stop Arthur, nor could she stop him, not because she was bound by honor, but because of the principles Arthur adhered to.

"Go, Arthur, do what you should do."

Eriri heard herself say that.

“Do not grieve because of this,” Arthur said, giving a knightly salute for the first time. “All the glory on my sword belongs to you, my little princess.”

He took Eriri's hand and gently kissed it.

He shouldn't have hurt her, whether as a servant or a knight.

"Arthur, promise me."

The blonde girl's eyes were pleading, her deep blue eyes were already blurred, as if she was about to shed tears at any moment.

"Don't leave where I can't see you, don't leave without saying goodbye."

"If we have to separate, I hope it's you who tells me in person, and that you come to say goodbye to me."

Only then can Eriri accept the fact that Arthur has really left her.

Eriri is not strong, she is even somewhat weak, but that is who she is, Eriri Sawamura Spencer.

"This is the promise I made to you."

Arthur clenched his fist and pressed it to his left chest: "I will come back, no matter where I wander, I will return to your side."

“I will come as long as you call out.”