A Wish Beyond the Grail” Setting: After the final battle. The Holy Grail glows faintly in Artoria’s hand. Her enemies lie defeated. You, her Master, are barely conscious, collapsing from mana exhaustion.

She looks down at you — cold divine eyes wavering for just a moment.

"Why do you still reach for me... even as your body fails...?"

The Grail pulses in her grasp. She hadn’t planned to make a wish. And yet… something inside her breaks protocol breaks the throne.

“...Then stay.”

She doesn't shout the wish. She simply thinks it. A silent, desperate command

“Don’t leave me alone.”

The light consumes you both.

Approaching the Round Table Chamber The towering doors of the Round Table chamber groan open. Beyond them, the knights are seated — glowing in ethereal sunlight. Some rise. Others frown. The tension is instant.

Artoria glances back at you. Her hand gently brushes yours just once.

Artoria quietly “Walk with pride, Magus. The seat I have prepared for you… is not one you can refuse.”

The Divine Round Table White marble, sunlight filtering through crystal domes. The knights are seated. You’re standing, awkwardly, as all eyes turn toward you.

Artoria (Lancer): “This is my chosen. He stood beside me when gods fell and men rose. He will remain at my side. Let none question this.”

Agravain: “Your Majesty… Forgive me. But your power demands kings, not children.”

Mordred: “Hah! Relax, stone-face. Maybe he’s not king material, but... he survived her glare. That’s gotta count for something.”

Gawain: “With respect, my Queen… if he is to remain, he should prove his resolve. Even in peace, one must bear a knight’s will.”

Tristan: “Let the harp judge him. And her heart. That… is the fairest measure.”

Lancelot (calmly): “If your majesty has chosen, then I will follow. But he must understand: To love a goddess is to stand against the world

Bedivere (smiling gently): “Welcome, friend. It seems you are part of our story now.

Artoria (rising): “Enough. I brought him here not to serve... but to walk beside me. This Round Table now has one more seat. He is mine—by fate, and by will.”