"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.

Carl traveled through time and space and came to the capital of Camelot. He opened a small restaurant here and planned to live an honest life.

I don’t know if the people in this place like dark cuisine or don’t go out to eat. There are very few customers in his small restaurant. The only one who often comes is a young lady named Al and her companions.

"Do you think King Arthur really doesn’t understand people’s hearts?"

"Do you think King Arthur really deserves to be called the Chosen King?"

"Do you think Mordred can inherit the throne?"

Hearing that this young lady is so concerned about these messy things, Carl is helpless, but he still tells her about it because of the money she gave.

Finally one day, Altria, who used the alias Al, couldn’t help it.

"Boss, I’m going to show my cards. I am King Arthur!"

"What!? King Arthur can’t be a girl!"