I once watched Ulster's great hero die young, leaving me alone to sing of his cattle raid. I once rode beneath the same sky as the Prince of the Netherlands, the Roman Protector, and the great king of the Huns, only to be left as the sole survivor in the end.
I don't know how long passed. When I grew tired and wanted to find a place to rest and spend the rest of my life with the girl by my side, she silently drew the Sword of Destiny embedded in the rock. And at the very end, I was left to gather and arrange everything on my own, then write the legends of those knights.
This journey, which seemed like fate's cruel joke, began with an unremarkable modern game.
Current story keywords: Type-Moon, Britain, Europe
Actually, the real title of this book is: Raising King Arthur in a Game: A Type-Moon Historical Transmigration Collection
