He is a strategist, so he knows that the winner is already known. However, "that" and "this" are two different things entirely. Iskandar, the conquering king, had no other way but to storm the golden Heroic Spirit.

It's not a vision, and it's not despair. All that filled his heart was the excitement that almost burst out of his chest.

It's so strong. That guy is too strong. That hero can even split the entire world in half, and is undoubtedly the strongest opponent in the heavens and the world.

Because of this, that man is his last enemy.

He is the last hurdle in the world, higher than the Hindu Kush, hotter than the Makrangersa. In that case, why should the conquering king not take on the challenge, as long as he breaks through this final hurdle, the end of the world lies ahead. My unattainable dream is waiting to be realized in front of my eyes.

"Glory is on the other side" – it is precisely because it is so far away that it is worth the challenge. Acura is domineering, showing domineering, in order to support his subordinates behind him.

The Hero King, who stood in Iskandar's way, looked at the challenger unhurriedly and unleashed the treasure in the treasure vault. Twenty, forty, eighty—the swarm of Noble Phantasms shone brightly, scattered across the void. In that dazzling light, the King of Conquest recalled the starry sky of the East that he had once looked at.

"Ahh

The king of conquest trembled with joy, roared, and galloped forward with his beloved horse.

The star rain roared proudly and approached, ravaging every inch of skin one after another and mercilessly. But this pain is nothing compared to the thrill of galloping.

It is impossible to reach any "end" - I have been secretly depressed in my heart. What a stupidity, what a gaffe.

The coveted "end" stood in front of him. The end point of crossing several hills and rivers is now close at hand.

Then, step over.

Step over that enemy.

One step, one step at a time. As long as you keep repeating this process, the tip of your sword will definitely be able to touch the unreachable figure.

Swords fell like stars, and under the breathtaking power, the body of the conquering king suddenly crooked.

When he realized it, he was moving on his own feet. I don't know where Embus Sefarus has gone and where he has fallen. Although he really wanted to stop and pay tribute to his best friend who had completed his final mission, it was precisely because of this that he couldn't stop. Every step forward now is the best feast for the deceased.

Gold's nemesis said something as if he knew everything. But he didn't hear it. Even the sound of the golden blade breaking through the wind that swept past his ears could no longer reach his ears.

All he could hear was the sound of the waves.

Far away at the end of the world, lapping against the empty shore, the sound of the waves at the end of the world was heard.

Ah, that's it. Knowing all this, he was relieved.

The throbbing in this chest is the waves of the endless sea.

"Haha...... Ahahahaha!"

He ran selflessly on the shore. The splash of droplets makes the tiptoes very comfortable. The soles of his feet were stained bright red, perhaps only blood flowing from his abdomen. But so what? Now that he had seen the sea in a dream, what could be more blessed?

The unhurried hero king is already, right in front of him. One more step – one more step forward. The tip of the sword could split that guy's head in two.

"Drink ~~~~~~~!!"

With a shouting sound that rushed straight into the sky, the Celtic longsword swung down.

The moment of conviction of victory, the moment that should have been fleeting, somehow lasted as if it were frozen forever. It's like time itself stands still—

No, in fact it is not time that stands still, but itself.

Just as the blade of the sword was about to touch the enemy, the conquering king's hands and feet, shoulders, waist, and even the blade of the sword were bound by strong chains.

The Locks of Heaven - the secret treasure of the Hero King's secret treasure, the chain of restraint that even the Celestial Bull is unable to break free.

"-You...... Always come up with something weird......

There is no remorse, and there is no incomprehension. Some are just self-deprecation for the sake of the mountain, and the bitter smile at the corner of the blood-stained mouth.

The Celtic sword failed to reach the opponent. All it was was the fact that Gilgamesh's perverse sword pierced Iskandar's chest, and the feeling of the sword turning in his heart. What a strange sword. The king of conquest said as if his colleagues did not care about themselves.

"—have you woken up from your dream, King of Conquest?"

「…… Ah, well. yes......"

This time, it didn't work out again. The unfinished dream ended regrettably. But when you think about it, it should be worth gambling for a lifetime, a once-in-one dream.

Looking back on the past, the dream of being far away in Asia Minor, in this far east, came back to my heart. Iskandar smiled as he savored the bumpy past.

Since the same dream can be repeated twice, there is nothing strange about having it again.

That is to say-

It's almost time for the next big dream.

"This expedition is also ...... It made my heart flutter for a while......

Iskandar narrowed his eyes that were getting blurred in the blood mist, and whispered contentedly. Seeing his satisfied look, Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

"King of Conquest, I am ready to accept your challenge. 」

For this fierce opponent who was pierced by the rain of treasures all over his body, but still had to rely on the lock of heaven to block the way forward, the Hero King gave him the supreme praise - the overflowing beauty from the heart.

"Until the end of time, every inch of this world is my courtyard. So I'm sure it won't let you get bored. 」

"Oh...... That's, that's great......

Finally, Rider calmly attached himself and disappeared quietly.

In terms of time, this battle is really not long. By the time the Heroic Spirits on horseback galloped across the bridge, the attack and defense were over in just a few seconds.

But for Weber, who imprinted all this intently, this heavy and long time was comparable to his life.

It's unforgettable. No matter how much he deceived himself, he would never forget that scene. What happened in front of him in a matter of seconds had become a part of his soul, forever inseparable.

Webb was alone, left in his place where he had been put down, standing motionless. Although I knew that I had to move, it was as if if my body would definitely fall to my knees as soon as I moved.

However, it is absolutely not possible to touch the ground with both knees now. Absolutely not.

The golden Archer stared at Webber with cruel blood-colored eyes, and slowly approached. Don't look away. Although his body could not move due to fear, he knew it. Just look away, and your life is gone.

Archer asked in a voice without the slightest emotion, standing in front of his boy trembling but looking firmly in front of him.

"Boy, are you Rider's Master?"

I thought it would be impossible for my throat to be taken by fear, but when I was asked about my relationship with "him", the stiff shackles were instantly untied. Webb shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Nope. I am—that man's subordinate. 」

"Huh?"

Archer narrowed her eyes and took Webb over from head to toe. Only then did he realize that he did not emit the aura of a curse.

"—That's right. But son, if you are truly a loyal servant, ought you not to avenge the death of the king?"

To the second question, Weber also confided his sincerity in an impossibly calm voice.

「…… If I challenge you, I will die. 」

"Of course. 」

"I can't do that. The king commanded me to 'live.' 」

Yes - he can't die. As long as the king's last words still echoed in his chest, Weber had to do everything he could to get out of this desperate predicament. Even if the enemy's Servant was in front of him, and he didn't have any self-defense, the situation was desperate to the point of nothing - but he couldn't give up. The oath of the time must not be trampled upon.

In a sense, Weber's torment at this moment is much more cruel and painful than the acceptance of fate.

Facing the inevitable death, the young man's body trembled involuntarily, but the stubborn eyes told his unyielding. Gilgamesh silently looked down at his weak body and nodded slightly.

"Loyalty is where the great righteousness lies. Don't put his efforts to shame. 」

The other party is not a Master, but a harmless bastard. There is no need to make a move yourself. It's a king's decision.

The golden spirit twisted its heel and drifted away. Webb could only silently watch him go. It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from view, and the cool breeze swept across the river, sweeping away the long-tense battlefield air, that the boy finally realized that he had been left alone in the quiet night, and that it was all over.

The miracle of surviving made his knees tremble again.

That Archer was indeed planning to kill Webb before he changed his mind. The murderous aura, which is as natural as breathing, has announced this fact without words. If Weber had looked away, slumped to the ground, or hesitated in reply, he would have been killed.

Although it was only a small life, this was also an affirmation of the Hero King for him. To dare to face fear and save a life is a battle and a victory in itself. It was Webb Wildwitt's first solo appearance.

It was an ugly and insignificant battle, and it had nothing to do with heroism. Neither could bring anyone to their knees, nor did they take anything. He survived the predicament and that's it.

But Webb was still happy and proud of it. At that time, in that situation, you can get that unexpected result. Only Weber could have appreciated the preciousness of this. No matter how out of shape he seemed to others, he had no reason to be ashamed of it.

He obeyed the king's command. Witnessed everything, and survived.

I really want to be praised. Whether it's the thick palm, or the thick branches and leaves, I don't know what the politeness is. This time, there is no need to hide anything. He could finally puff out his chest with puff up and show off his achievements to the man.

But—in this dark night, only Weber himself was missing. There was no one with him anymore. Just like himself eleven days ago, Webber is now left alone in this numb and lifeless corner of the world.

The battle is his own. Although he made it through it alone, no one noticed it, and no one came to praise him.

But is this fact cruel - no, never.

As for the words of praise, he had just gotten it. The greatest king in the world had approved of him, promoted him, and made him one of his courtiers.

It's just reversing the order of things.

He has already received praise even from the distant future. As long as you spend the rest of your life, you can achieve a meritorious service commensurate with the praise.

Yes. At that time, because of that sentence - he was no longer lonely.

The moment he understood this, his years as a teenager came to an end.

Then he knew for the first time that tears can sometimes be snatched out of his eyes when he has no chance of humiliation and regret.

At this moment, on the empty bridge, Webb Welwitt looked down at the dark river, and let his cheeks wet with tears.

It was hot and cool, men's tears.

……