The silence under the bright moonlight remained the same, undisturbed at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The four servants and the three magicians were still sitting in their original positions, and they raised their glasses again, and the army of monsters outside the city had disappeared.

—what a disappointing finish. ”

Rider muttered nonchalantly, draining the rest of the wine from his glass.

Saber was speechless, except for Archer, who scoffed at a somewhat disgruntled expression.

"I see. Although they are all a bunch of mongrels, the ability to rule so many people makes you proud and think you are the king...... Rider, you're an eyesore. ”

"Whatever you say, anyway, one day this king will personally fight you. ”

Rider stood up with a smile unreservedly.

"We've said everything we want to say, so let's stop tonight. ”

But Saber was still haunted by Rider's words, and she didn't want to stop there.

"Wait, Rider, I haven't ...... yet"

"Don't talk anymore. ”

Rider stopped Saber from continuing in a cold, tough tone.

"Tonight is a banquet between kings, but Saber, this king does not agree that you are king. ”

"Do you still want to continue to fool me? Rider！”

Saber's tone became agitated, but Rider just looked at her with pity.

He didn't reply, pulling out Seprut's sword and slashing into the air. The chariot of the sacred cow appeared with a thunderclap that shook the sky, although it was not as magnificent as the "King's Army", the majesty of the chariot still made everyone look at it at a close distance.

"Hurry up, boy, go up. ”

“……”

"Hey, boy?"

“…… Huh, ......uh-huh, uh-huh."

Since Weber watched the monster being swept away, he had always had such an absent-minded expression, and he was still immersed in the shock brought by the "Wang Zhijun Momentum". Although Rider is the servant who has made a contract with him, it is the first time he has seen Rider's true strength.

After Webber stepped into the chariot with a staggering and vain pace, Rider gave Saber one last look, and spoke sincerely.

"I said, little girl, it's almost time to wake up from that painful dream. Otherwise, you'll lose the most basic pride you have as a hero—the kind of king you speak of is such a curse. ”

"No, I ......"

Ignoring Saber's final rebuttal, the glittering chariot soared into the sky, leaving only a muffled thunder and vanishing into the eastern sky.

“……”

It's only natural for Rider, who didn't want to listen to Saber until the end, to feel humiliated. But now Saber's chest is tugging at an inexplicable "anxiety".

There is no justice, no ideals, and a tyrant who only promotes violence to satisfy his selfish desires, but he has an eternal bond with his subordinates.

His way of survival is really far from that of the Knight King, and the ideas of the two sides are absolutely incompatible and coexist.

But Saber couldn't laugh at every word Iskandar had said and erase it from his heart. In any case, she had to get Rider to retract what she had said, or she would not be reconciled.

"Saber, you don't need to care, you just follow the path you believe in. ”

The person who interjected turned out to be Archer, who was still laughing at her before, and the elusive encouragement of true intentions only made Saber's expression even more ugly.

"You were still laughing at me, and now you want to flatter me, Archer?"

"Of course, there is nothing wrong with what you said about the royal way, it is too true, and it must be heavy for your slender body. Your troubles, your entanglements...... Hehehe, people can't help but want to be comforted. ”

Archer finished speaking, and stared at Saber with that terrifying smile again.

Dignified beauty, coupled with a light and crisp and deep sound. But his expression and tone are extremely evil and lewd (harmonious).

As long as Archer was in front of her for a moment, Saber would not hesitate in the slightest. He wasn't like Rider, and the two didn't even have room to talk.

"This king appreciates your role as a struggling clown who bears more than he can bear. Saber, try to please the king, and maybe he will give you the Holy Grail?"

As he spoke, the gorgeous wine glass in Archer's hand shattered.

"Rider is gone, and the feast is over. ----- Archer, either leave or draw your sword. ”

Although it is invisible to the naked eye, the wind pressure of a single swing of the sword is enough to exhaust the lethal power of the Excalibur in Saber's hand. Archer's face did not change because he was brave or stupid.

"Really, do you know how many nations have been destroyed for this cup? Anger over the Joker's gaffe is detrimental to the king's reputation. ”

"Shut up, I only warn once, next time I'll kill you. ”

Archer seemed unfazed by Saber's cold intimidation, and stood up with a smile.

"Knight King, you should work hard, maybe you will be more favored by this king in the future. ”

With these words, Archer vanished as a spirit, leaving only the emptiness and loneliness of a great dream awakening in the vast atrium.

"Assassin, do you think I'm wrong, like Merlin, who has the name of a sage?"

Saber turned and stared at Skaha, who was sitting still, his eyes still firm, revealing a hint of weakness in those eyes that were still firm.

"No, there is nothing wrong with being a king. ”

Skaha calmly gazed at the most famous hero in Celtic history.

"There's nothing wrong with your belief in the royal way, your desire to save your country, it's just that, as Archer says, the burden is too heavy. I lost my 'human' character when I didn't realize it, and you gave it up on your own initiative, and you—must have had a hard time. ”

"It's my choice, it's hard, but I don't regret it. Saber wasn't tall, but she stood straight, and the weight of the burden didn't bend her back.

"Yes, you don't regret becoming a king, so have you ever done anything you regret after becoming a king?"

Hearing Skaha's question, Saber hesitated for more than a dozen seconds, and finally shook his head firmly.

"No, I feel guilty about Gnavelle and some of my subjects, but I don't regret it. ”

"Well said, this is the famous Knight King. So, what do you have to struggle with? Can your subjects understand every one of your policies? Does everyone in your country support you? Don't you hear the slightest opposition? What did you do at that time?"

I... I... What did I do at that time?

I remember.

"As a king, as long as my military orders are victorious, my words and deeds are just enough. So I never ask others to know me, even if I'm lonely away from the crowd, this is a real king. ”

"Isn't that enough? Now it's just that the opponents have been replaced by Rider, so there's nothing to worry about. ”

"But...... I'm not sure if I'll be able to be like Rider and hold my head high and be proud of that intention. ”

Skaha smiled, but Saber furrowed a good-looking brow.

The legend of King Arthur ended in tragedy of the rebellion of her friends, relatives and subordinates, and Iskandar's "immortal bond between king and subject" was exactly what she longed for.

Skaha knew why Saber was shaken, but he didn't break it: "Then do you want to give up? Give up your beliefs, give up your own royal way?"

"Of course not. Saber denied it in awe.

"And what else are you sure about?"

Skaha scooped himself a glass of red wine, and Rider left, leaving the barrel behind.

"Listen, little girl, faith is never firm because of boasting, nor wavering because of silence, it only exists in your heart, you believe it exists, and if you don't believe it, it will be broken. I didn't make a scene as big as Rider when I closed the Shadow Country, and many people didn't take it seriously, but after I killed the various invaders, no one dared to question my beliefs. So, Knight, as long as you think you're right, even if Rider doesn't recognize you as a king and Archer treats you like a clown, you should be steadfast in your path. Because you are the Knight King, the one-of-a-kind King Arthur, the Sword of the Stars in your hand is the best proof of this. ”

"Thank you, Queen of the Shadow Nation, I almost lost the most important thing. ”

Saber bowed, her eyes returning to their original purity and calm confidence.

"I am me, not you, not the King of Conquest, not Archer—I am King Arthur, and I am not wrong. ”