-927- Not too distant separation.

"Are you leaving?"

Seeing the radiant particles gradually dissipating from the bodies of the Servants, Rozen turned around and looked at everyone.

"Everyone..."

Mash also turned around, watching everyone.

"..."

Altera silently observed, coldly indifferent.

In this situation, many Servants began to disappear.

As entities not belonging to this world, Heroic Spirits needed a Master as a contract partner to maintain their presence in this world. If they lost their Master, regardless of the Servant, they would eventually be forced to return to the Throne of Heroes and couldn't remain in the present world for long.

In the Singularity, since the neutral Servants were autonomously summoned by the Holy Grail to balance the situation, the Singularity itself served as a basis for their existence, and it didn't matter if they had a Master or not.

However, with the Holy Grail being retrieved and the Singularity starting to repair, the maintenance naturally came to an end.

In fact, the Servants could have returned long ago, but the interference of Solomon, the mastermind behind the incineration of Human Order, delayed the repair of the Singularity.

Now, with Solomon being forced back by Altera, the formal repair of the Singularity began, and the Servants naturally had to return.

The first one to react was surprisingly Jason.

"Wait! If I return now, what will happen to my country!?"

Jason widened his eyes, completely panicking.

Originally, Jason had joined the battle with the Greek heroes to create an ideal country within this Singularity. Now, suddenly being told to return, this prince couldn't accept it.

But...

"Originally, once the Holy Grail is retrieved, there is no possibility for this Singularity to continue to exist. Since you chose to ally with the Master and fight against the Celts, this is the natural result. You can't blame anyone."

Atalanta straightforwardly pointed out, leaving Jason frozen in place.

Apparently, this incompetent prince had only been concerned about his so-called curse and completely forgot about this matter.

"You... How dare you deceive me!?"

Jason looked angrily at Rozen.

However, Rozen wore an innocent expression.

"When did I deceive you?" Rozen spread his hands, saying, "I never said that if you fought alongside me against the Celts, you would be able to establish your own country in the end, did I?"

Indeed.

Rozen only said that if Jason didn't fight with him against the Celts, he would inevitably fail. He didn't claim that even if Jason fought with him against the Celts, he would still fail.

So, it couldn't be called deception; it was just that Jason hadn't thought about such a simple thing and was simply too stupid.

"You... You bastard, ahhhh!"

Jason suddenly rushed towards Rozen in a fit of hysteria.

Unfortunately, the Greek Servants stopped him.

"Give it up, Jason. You were never fit to be a king."

Atalanta seized Jason's collar.

"Ugh... Anyway, the result is good, right? Everyone is happy!"

Medea held onto Jason's clothes, putting on a smiling face.

Even Heracles, at some point, extended a massive hand, grabbed Jason by the neck, and lifted him up.

"Let... let go of me! You lowly people! Don't forget who you're serving! Damn it! Let go! Especially you, Heracles...! I-I can't breathe!! Are you trying to kill me!? You traitors, ahhhhhh!"

Jason struggled desperately, and after leaving behind such shouts, he completely turned into a burst of light particles and disappeared.

"Well, we'll take our leave now." Atalanta looked at Rozen and said, "Meeting you in this Singularity might be one of the few fortunate events in my life. Fighting alongside you in this Singularity, even I feel honored. If there is a chance in the future to be summoned by you again, this bow will fight for you once more. I hope you always triumph and successfully save Human Order, Master of Chaldea."

After saying this, Atalanta also disappeared.

"I... I also think our Master is amazing! At least much more promising than Lord Jason!" Medea was both nervous and flustered, took a deep breath, and calmed down. She showed an incredibly pure smile to Rozen and said, "May the goddess Hecate bless you, Master."

Leaving these words, Medea also turned into a burst of light particles, vanishing in the wind.

Heracles, on the other hand, stared fixedly at Rozen, as if saying something, or perhaps silently gazing, and then slowly faded away.

The Greek Servants exited the stage, marking the end of their mission.

Then...

"Even though the country I initially belonged to was destroyed by King Solomon, and friends and companions I knew at that time died, it seems that the gods are particularly considerate of me in terms of your fate, Master, allowing me to meet you."

Karna held the divine spear, looking at Rozen. Despite his golden armor being lost, his body covered in wounds, he still stood tall. A rare smile appeared on his face.

Karna glanced at Rozen's coat and spoke, "You also receive the blessing of the sun, so perhaps our fate is not yet over. In the future, if I can be summoned by you again, as a Servant, I will give my all."

With these words, Karna turned into particles of light and dissipated on the spot.

Following right after, as if to replace Karna, Rama and Sita stepped forward simultaneously.

"I won't say much more than this." Rama stared directly at Rozen, his eyes sincere and earnest. He resolutely said, "Even if I return to the Throne, I will always remember the kindness you, my Master, showed me. I definitely won't forget it."

"Yes." Sita nodded emphatically, a hint of reluctance in her eyes. She took off a ring from her hand and handed it to Rozen, saying softly, "Although I haven't interacted much with Master, I will remember this kindness. I wish you great success, Master."

Listening to the words of this husband and wife, witnessing their sincere and grateful expressions, Rozen didn't say anything. He silently accepted the ring and watched the couple.

Rama and Sita looked at each other and smiled.

"I really hope to be with you a little longer, Sita."

Rama said so.

"I also wishes to be with Lord Rama forever."

Sita made her wish.

"Don't worry, if there's a next time, I'll do my best to find you."

Rama made this promise.

"Yes, whether it's in fourteen years, a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, Sita will wait for Lord Rama to come."

Sita smiled with gentleness.

The two embraced each other tightly and turned into particles, blending as if merging together, dissipating into the air.

At the scene, only Scáthach remained.

Rozen and Scáthach looked at each other.

There was no reluctance in their eyes because...

"Speaking of which, it's been many years since someone challenged my Land of Shadows."

Scáthach only said this one sentence.

The meaning behind her words was already something that didn't need to be thought about.

Rozen immediately smiled.

"Is that so?"

The young man spoke lightly.

"Well then, afterthe Human Order is saved, I'll go find it and pay my respects, like paying a visit to a teacher."

Rozen casually mentioned the matter of going to the Land of Death as if it were a picnic.

But this made Scáthach laugh.

She laughed very pleasantly and cheerfully.

"Then try it out."

This was the last sentence left by Scáthach.

So, the Queen of the Foreign Land, who had been Rozen's teacher for a week, disappeared into the space, as if returning to her own kingdom.

Rozen, Mash, and Altera all watched this scene until it lingered.

"Well then..." Rozen turned to the two girls and said, "Let's go back."

"Yes." Mash responded immediately.

As for Altera, she silently followed behind Rozen.

"Zing————!"

Not long after, the light of Spiritron Transfer covered the three.

And so, the trio returned to Chaldea, concluding this journey through the Singularity.