Riser Phenex? DXD SI. Multicross?-Chapter 91: Riser Conquers a King of Knights!

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(POV Riser Phenex.) (Romani Archaman is not the clone but the real one.)

The rising sun painted the sky over New Zealand with shades of orange and pink as I opened my eyes that morning. Beside me, Artoria still slept deeply, her golden hair spread across the pillow like sunrays. I smiled, recalling how we got here.

Eight years had passed since we left Fuyuki. Eight years of discoveries, growth, and, surprisingly, love. Who would have thought that I, Romani Archaman, would find happiness with the King of Knights?

Careful not to wake her, I rose and went to the window. Our home, a cozy cottage on the outskirts of Wellington, offered a breathtaking view of the rolling green hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a scene so different from the ruins of Camelot or the sterile corridors of Chaldea I would later explore.

As I prepared breakfast, I heard soft footsteps descending the stairs. Gray, our lovely "daughter," entered the kitchen, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Alongside her was her younger sister, Miyu Emiya, also staying with us. Though Miyu didn't want to be adopted as a daughter, she affectionately called me "Big Brother."

"Good morning, Dad," Gray murmured, taking a seat at the table.

"Good morning, Brother and Sister," Miyu added, quietly joining us at the table.

Hearing someone call me "Dad" still felt strange, yet it warmed my heart in a way I never imagined possible.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I responded, placing a cup of tea in front of Gray. "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded, holding the cup with both hands. Gray was the spitting image of Artoria in her younger days, though with a completely different personality. Where Artoria was determined and sometimes stubborn, Gray was gentle and thoughtful.

Meeting her was one of the biggest surprises of our journey. We had been visiting a small village in England when we saw her for the first time. The shock on Artoria's face was unforgettable. Seeing someone so much like her, yet so different, was a startling experience.

At first, Artoria kept her distance, almost afraid to approach Gray. I think she feared that her presence might somehow corrupt or harm the girl. But over time, with a little encouragement from me, Artoria began to open up.

"Where's Mom?" Gray asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Still asleep," I replied with a smile. "You know how she is after a long day of training."

Gray giggled softly. "She never changes, does she?"

I shook my head, chuckling along. "No, she doesn't. And that's why we love her."

As Gray finished her breakfast, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Artoria entered the kitchen, her green eyes gleaming with a light I had never seen in our earlier years together.

"Good morning, family," she greeted us, smiling warmly.

Family. A word I never imagined using to describe my life just a few years ago. And yet, here we were—an unlikely family consisting of a time-traveling mage, a legendary king-knight, and her supposed reincarnation.

After breakfast, Gray left for her fencing lessons—some things must run in the blood—leaving just Artoria and me.

"What are you thinking about?" Artoria asked, noticing my distant expression.

I sighed, a smile forming on my lips. "About how we got here. How everything has changed."

She stepped closer, taking my hand. Her touch, once firm and resolute, was now gentle and affectionate.

"Changed for the better, don't you think?" she asked, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

I nodded, pulling her closer. "Without a doubt. You've finally learned how to live, Artoria. Not just exist, but truly live."

She rested her head on my shoulder—a gesture that would have been unthinkable years ago.

"Thanks to you, Romani. You showed me there was more to the world than duty. That I could be more than just King Arthur."

We stood in silence for a moment, savoring the morning's stillness. It was in these simple moments that I realized how much we had grown, how much we had changed.

"You know," I said, breaking the silence, "I sometimes wonder what would have happened if we hadn't left Fuyuki that day."

Artoria lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. "We would probably be stuck in the past. Me, desperately trying to save a kingdom that no longer exists, and you..."

"And I would still be trying to figure out my role in all of this," I finished.

She smiled, that rare smile that lit up her entire face. "But here we are, living a life we never imagined possible."

I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. "That's true. And you know what? I wouldn't change a thing."

Artoria pulled back slightly, a curious expression on her face. "Not even... well, you know."

I knew exactly what she meant. The mutated Tower piece I used to solidify our bond. It had been a risky decision—combining such ancient and powerful magic with Artoria's heroic spirit. But the result...

"Not even that," I said firmly. "It's what brought us here, isn't it? Besides," I added with a playful grin, "I can't complain about the benefits."

Artoria blushed deeply, giving my arm a playful slap. "Romani!"

I laughed, pulling her into a hug. "What? I'm just being honest. You have to admit, watching you grow again, evolve... it's been incredible."

She sighed, but I felt her smile against my chest. "I suppose so. Although, it's still strange sometimes—feeling... well, more human."

I pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "You've always been human, Artoria. You just needed to allow yourself to feel it."

We let the weight of those words linger in the air. So much had changed, yet the core of who we were remained the same. I, always seeking to understand the world, and Artoria, with her unwavering sense of duty and honor—now softened with a newfound appreciation for life.

"And what about you, Romani?" Artoria asked softly. "How do you feel about all of this? About... us?"

I took a deep breath, thinking for a moment. How did I feel? It was a complex question, with as many layers as our shared history.

"I feel... complete," I finally answered. "For the first time in a long while, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With you, with Gray, living this life we built together. It's like all the pieces have finally fallen into place."

Artoria smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I understand perfectly. That's exactly how I feel too."

I leaned in and kissed her softly—a kiss full of promises and a future we would build together.

When we parted, Artoria wore that determined expression I knew so well.

"So, what now? What's the next Chapter of our story?"

I laughed, intertwining our fingers. "Well, my dear, I think that's up to us, isn't it? The future is open, full of possibilities. We can do whatever we want. But I was thinking... maybe it's time for me to play an active role in Chaldea."

She nodded, a playful smile on her lips. "You're right. And you know what? For the first time, I'm not afraid of the unknown future. I'm excited about it."

In that moment, looking at Artoria—the strong, incredible woman she had become—I felt a surge of pride and love. We had come a long way since Fuyuki, since the Holy Grail War. And although the future was uncertain, one thing was clear: as long as we were together, we could face whatever destiny had in store.

"So," I said, pulling her closer, "shall we write this next Chapter together?"

Artoria laughed—a sound that never failed to warm my heart. "Yes, we shall. Together."

And so, with the New Zealand sun shining upon us, we prepared to face whatever the future held. No longer as King Arthur and Romani Archaman, figures burdened by destiny, but as Artoria and Romani—two individuals who had finally learned to live, to love, and to embrace the endless possibilities life had to offer.

The future was uncertain, but for the first time in our long, complicated lives, we were truly eager to see what it held. Together.