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

"Well, this is just a notification!" Eriri, having exhausted her initial enthusiasm, started to feel uneasy again. She awkwardly twirled her hair, trying to hide her discomfort. "You're not going to refuse this too, are you?"

The blonde girl held her chin high, adopting a posture that seemed to say, "If you dare refuse, I'll fight you to the death."

"……Do not."

The knight king, who appeared even more noble and dignified under the moonlight, smiled, unaware of how gentle his smile was.

Were you moved?

That's only natural, but we can't make a decision yet.

"It is my honor to be the protagonist of Eriri's manga."

"So, Eriri, is there anything else?"

Eriri was incredulous and dumbfounded. Didn't this guy have anything else to say? She was already like this... Ahhhh, this bastard!

"No!" the girl gritted her teeth, wishing she could bite a piece of flesh off Arthur.

"Are you going home now?"

"Yes!" The girl was furious.

“Then,” the blond youth stood there, bathed in the silvery moonlight, “may I have the honor of escorting you home?”

"No... Huh?" Eriri finally realized what Arthur meant. He must be moved.

"Whatever, do as you please!" Eriri turned her head away, looking like she didn't want to talk to him. "Anyway, your legs are yours."

"Aaaaah, Eriri, what are you doing?!" the blonde loser wailed inwardly.

But if she could always be frank, she wouldn't be Eriri.

"Okay, let's go then," Arthur said with great understanding.

The Knight King removed his armor, his silvery armor falling away to reveal his everyday clothes, but his perfect physique and noble demeanor made him look like a prince no matter what he wore.

"I've been wanting to ask this for a while now," Eriri said curiously, leaning closer. "Your armor..."

“It is formed from magic,” Arthur answered gently. “It can be summoned like this whenever needed.”

"Ah, that's so convenient. Can magic also transform into other clothes?"

"can."

Wait a minute, Eriri's eyes suddenly turned strange. Was Arthur's outfit real clothes or magical? If it was magical, wouldn't that mean he wasn't actually wearing anything?

Impure doujinshi artist Eri Hakuki's mind was immediately filled with a large number of impure images, and her face turned as red as if she had been steamed.

"Eri-ri?" The young man beside her was completely unaware of her thoughts and remained as humble and polite as ever.

"Idiot, you idiot!" Eriri covered her blushing face. "You're not allowed to talk to me now!"

Arthur, not understanding, could only nod and say, "Okay."

Eriri patted her cheeks, finally recovering.

Okay, it's because she's too impure TAT.

It's not fair to say Eriri is a shy girl, after all, Eri Kashiwagi has probably drawn more doujinshi than some people have read. It's just that, when she thinks about the subject being Arthur, King Arthur, and bringing that perfect face into her mind... she just feels terrible!

Who says girls aren't attracted to good looks? In fact, handsome men may have even more and more suitors than beautiful women.

Moreover, Arthur has the added bonus of being King Arthur, the legendary eternal king of Great Britain. What girl could refuse to have a romance with him?

Even if it's just for a short time, even if it doesn't end well, there would be more people willing to be like moths drawn to a flame than there are stars in the sky.

However, I'm afraid very few people can truly get close to him.

Thinking of this, Eriri's mood sank again.

Yes, being kind to everyone is actually being distant from everyone. Seemingly close, yet actually more distant than anyone else. Arthur, no, King Arthur, was just that kind of person.

I get angry just thinking about it!

"Humph!"

Eriri forced out a syllable through her nose.

"?" Arthur was a little confused. "Eriri?"

"I told you, you're not allowed to talk to me!" Let her stay angry for another ten minutes, no, five minutes!

However, the journey home was much shorter than Eriri had imagined, and they soon arrived at Eriri's house.

Arthur stepped forward, intending to ring the doorbell, but was stopped by Eriri, who looked guilty.

"Shh!" Eriri raised her index finger, looking nervous. "I actually snuck out, anyway..."

Eriri pointed to her room on the second floor, her voice trailing off: "Could you quietly take me back?"

Waaah, I'll definitely get scolded by my mom if she sees this.

Arthur smiled and said, "It's an honor to serve you."

"Okay... Eh, um." Suddenly she was lifted into the air, and Eriri quickly covered her mouth, which almost made her scream. Her bright blue eyes stared unblinkingly at Arthur's jaw.

Arthur easily lifted the blonde girl into his arms and smiled gently, "Don't be afraid."

Then, with a light leap, without any visible effort, he deftly cleared the wall, and with another jump, landed silently on the balcony in front of Eriri's room.

Eriri reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, the blonde girl pressing her cheek against his chest.

Ah, even without hearing their heartbeats, she felt so close to them at this moment.

Eriri's balcony windows were open, and Arthur held her in his arms as he placed her on the bed.

Eriri propped herself up on the bed and stared at Arthur with her beautiful eyes.

A strange atmosphere lingered between the two.

"Eiriri?"

A woman's voice broke the silence.

"Mom!" Eriri quickly answered, gesturing to Arthur with her eyes, and Arthur immediately materialized into a spirit.

Eriri's expression changed, but she still had to answer Mrs. Sawamura first.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Eri, you're here." Mrs. Sawamura's first words revealed her understanding of Eriri. "I'm sorry, Eriri, it's not that I don't allow you to go out, but as you know now, it's really dangerous outside."

“Your father is also very worried about you. He also took a lot of pressure after what happened last time.”

"I know, Mom."

“I am the daughter of a diplomat, and I also need to maintain my father’s image.”

Eriri's voice was low.

That's right. If it weren't for her father being a diplomat, she might have been interrogated or at least monitored after the "Demon Pig" incident.

"Eri, no matter what, we love you."

Mrs. Sawamura's voice was gentle: "You must grow up to be a happy and blessed child; that is our greatest wish for you."

"...I love you all too, Mom."

After a while, Mrs. Sawamura left, and the room returned to its previous tranquility.

Silver moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Eriri's room where she was all alone.

"have they gone?"

Eriri bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes. "You're just leaving like that? Idiot! I didn't tell you to leave, I just told you to hide for a bit, you idiot!"

The blonde girl clutched the bedsheets tightly, tears streaming down her face. Unless they were enemies, no one could see this and not feel sorry for her.

Arthur sighed and materialized again.

"I didn't leave, Eriri."

Eriri, who was still crying, stood frozen in place. She quickly wiped away her tears with her arm, making her eyes red.

"It's not because of you, do you understand?"

"Ah."

"Please don't misunderstand, okay?"

"it is good."

"you……"

Entangled in mid-air by Arthur's complete obedience, Eriri was exasperated. There was nothing she could do; the only person she knew before, Aki Tomoya, wasn't like Arthur at all!

"……never mind."

Looking into the knight's gentle eyes, Eriri still couldn't bring herself to say anything hurtful.

"That person just now was my mother."

Eriri suddenly said.

"Don't misunderstand, we're friends after all. I know the Arthurian legend and I know your background. It's not fair that you don't know anything about me."

Arthur nodded good-naturedly.

"My father is British and my mother is Japanese."

Eriri sat on the bed, hugging her knees, her cheeks pressed against them, her profile serene and gentle.

"My father met my mother because he liked the otaku culture in Japan, and they fell in love. In the end, he stayed here as a diplomat."

"So they are very tolerant of my love for ACG and otaku, and I have always been very happy."

"Or rather, it is because of parents like them that I was raised."

The blonde girl had the blonde hair and blue eyes of an Englishman, but her facial features and skin had the softness of an Asian.

She smiled at Arthur, as if she were sparkling.

"After all, I am Eriri Sawamura Spencer."

Combining the surnames of both countries is a testament to the love between them.

The wind was blowing.

It wasn't the wind from the window, but the gentle breeze that caressed Arthur Pendragon's heart and body.