When I first woke up, I thought this was an ordinary everyday world. Because in my memory, it was a very peaceful world. After searching my memory, I thought it was a mixed anime world. Because in my memory there were people like Yukinoshita Yukino, Sawamura Eriri and others. When I touched the transformation device on the bedside table, I thought this was a world invaded by monsters. I will transform into a lone hero to save the world. When a group of people who claimed to be the Human Rights Security Agency came to me, I felt a little confused. What kind of world is this? When I met the person who claimed to be the president, the confusion reached its peak. "That's right! The president is me, Theresa!" So, is it too late for me to go back now? Let's get back to the point. After saying so much, there is only one thing I want to express. "Sure enough, knights and youth romance stories don't go together." "Amazon."

The combination of magic potion and fruit, when mystery descends upon the sea, the world begins to change, faith is born, the fire of revolution begins to boil, the pirates obey in fear, the navy can no longer rule the sea, and the Celestial Dragons can only tremble!

"Are you my knight?" the silver-haired boy asked, smiling at the blonde girl before him. This was their meeting when they were ten years old.

"Are you my bride?" Gently embracing the blonde girl, his companion for ten years, the boy questioned yet affirmed. This was the story of eighteen.

"Are you my king?" Half-kneeling at the throne, he looked up and smiled at the girl holding the Sword of Victory. The boy's smile was the same as the boy's ten years ago.

"I can be without eyes, but you, and all of Camelot, cannot be without eyes." With a smile, he forever gave his eyes to the girl, who had lost them due to the red dragon's curse. The boy had no regrets. This was twenty-five years of happiness.

"So, Arthur? Pen? Dragon? Artoria, King of Knights, young lady, will you... walk with me for life?" Smiling, he extended his hand to the girl, and the silver-haired boy asked the same question two thousand five hundred years later. This was a bond that had lasted two thousand five hundred years.