———— time goes back a little bit————

Underground parking lot of the People's Hall

The cool wind blows and invigorates people.

"Wang ......"

"Lancelot ......"

Although the face of the kneeling knight has regained its clarity, it is as handsome as before, but at this moment...... The handsome face was full of shame and distortion of self-embarrassment.

"Stand up...... Lancelot ......"

However, his own king still did not do anything similar to the punishment.

The king's forgiveness made Lancelot feel even more guilty and remorseful.

And what made Lancelot's heart ache even more was ...... The king of his own...... There is no momentum for a long time......

His eyes are gray, and his tear ducts are bursting.

Yes...... His own king was cowardly weeping tears.

Like a lion who has lost its minions......

Or like an old man who is dying......

"Lancelot......" Seeing her knight still kneeling, Artoria sighed. "I ...... Did you do it wrong?......"

"?!!" Lancelot jerked his head up.

Wrong?

Done wrong?

How can it be?!!

The perfect king...... King Arthur, who lived an incorruptible and holy life......

Now...... Are you doubting yourself because of the cruelty of reality?

"No...... No, O king, you are not wrong!"

"That'...... Why...... How much do you hate me? My dear friend......"

"......" Lancelot bowed his head guiltily. "No, the king...... I have never hated you......" It was a little ridiculous to say this, because just now, Lancelot was swinging his sword at his king.

However...... It's a fact...... It is true that Lancelot did not hate King Arthur, because the king was not wrong, so he could not hate his king.

"No...... Do you hate me? Don't you hate me?"

"No, no, how could I hate you?"

He has never blamed himself in his life, and he has never blamed himself until the round table is broken...... At the same time, he is also his only friend......

"Then why ......?" Artoria carefully observed Lancelot's expression.

"O king......" Lancelot's face was only guilty and ashamed, without the slightest hint of deception. "I ...... Fallen...... It's my fault......! Hurt the king...... It's my crime...... But it's none of you! it's my fault!"

And it is precisely because the king is not wrong that the remorse in his heart cannot be vented, and he will fall into the way of depravity, but this is not the king's problem, but his own problem.

"At the end of the day...... Are we all blaming ourselves?......" Artoria smiled wryly.

The wavering in her heart was over.

Because...... The faith in the heart, when you know that the person who swings the sword at you is your own knight...... It's already collapsed.

Looking at such a king, Lancelot's heart ached even more.

"O king...... You...... Why did you come to this war?" "The reason must be the wish of the king......

"......" said the Holy Grail, and Artoria's gray eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer of light, and that light ...... It looks so empty...... "Na...... Lancelot...... You say, if everything starts all over again...... Can you make up for it?" she looked at ...... How sad......

"!!" Lancelot jerked his head up again, looking at his king.

"What if...... If...... I didn't draw the sword of the Chosen One...... Ahhh "If it's him...... He came to be king...... It's going to be ......"

"King!" Lancelot hissed, interrupting Artoria's fantasies. "O king!" there were tears in his eyes, just as his own king did. "You...... You...... Do you regret it?"

“……”

The king was silent......

"No! can't...... You can't ......"

"Perhaps...... I was wrong in the first place...... I'm not fit to be a king......"

"How can you think that, O king, you are the most perfect king in the world!" cried Lancelot. "All the ...... who have followed you Everyone! Everyone! There's not a single one who doesn't think that way!"

"......" Artoria was stunned for a moment. "You...... Are you comforting me? Lancelot...... You, and Gawain, Galahad...... You guys...... What were you thinking about at the last moment? Are you also regretful and unwilling to die? ”

"I don't know!" Lancelot's face contorted, as if he had been in a frenzy. "I don't know! Maybe they will be unwilling, they will regret it, but ...... The only thing I can be sure of is ...... No one has ever regretted following you!"

"......" Artoria looked in...... Slightly clearer...... "Really...... You...... Is that too?"

"Ahhh......h I...... Be proud of you, my king, ?!!! you," Lancelot shouted, suddenly ...... A black ominous magic began to glow on his body, and his mind began to mess up.

The wind blowing in the basement...... It's slowly dissipating.

"Lancelot ......"

"O king, O king, please don't ...... ......I regret it! They are all your people, please ...... Do not forsake us...... I beg you ......"

"!!!!," Artoria was horrified.

- I'm ...... Abandon......?

- How do I do it...... In abandoning them?!! denying their existence?!!

"Hmm...... Uh-huh!" The breeze had completely dissipated, and Lancelot's face was twisting.

"Lancelot......" Artoria looked at her knight. “…… So...... Why did you fall?" asked the question.

- Can't...... If it's wrong......

"Actually...... I wanted you to punish me personally. O king...... I wished you had asked me for your anger...... If...... Uh...... If so, you can sanction it...... If you can ask me for compensation...... I...... Uh-huh...... I guess I can atone for my sins...... Princess...... I guess that's what I think. Hmm...... Ahhh......h

- They...... Surrender to me...... It's my courtier......

The black fog had completely enveloped Lancelot's body.

"Your heart's desire...... I...... Got it. King Arthur clenched his or her sword.

- I...... It's their king!

"Uhh!!h

The beast, known as Berserker, wielded his sword.

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In the shadows...... The cold stone walls and the eerie wind are terrifying.

It's in the basement of the house, but it's like a damp cave.

"Click...... Click......"

Footsteps could be heard in the still, damp space.

If you listen from the sound, there are two people.

"Lord Karn......"

"Huh?"

"Kiyohime...... I don't like it here...... "The charming girl with white jade dragon horns covered her face with a fan.

"Ahh~ I don't like it either. Karn looked at the cute horns, and his heart tickled.

The atmosphere here is very cold and damp, and even if the space is like a cave, it still won't be loved by dragons and snakes, but only small and disgusting worms.

Karn couldn't help but hold the pair of corners in his hands.

"Ahh

"Hehe......" The white jade-like dragon horns are very smooth, although they look very hard, but in the hands they are as warm as nephrite, and there is a warm touch.

"No, no! it's sensitive...... And...... Doesn't Lord Karn have something to do?" Kiyohime pushed Karn's hand away like a child who refused to be touched on the head.

"Ahh~ I almost forgot about it when you said that~"

"Lord Karn~ really...... I know that the horn is Kiyohime's sensitive zone...... Even if you want Kiyohime ♀, don't you want to be in a place like this......"

"Well~ because I can't help but want to play tricks when I see that Kiyohime is making trouble~ Don't you usually call me husband?Why did you change your words?" Karn continued to poke Kiyohime's cute cheeks bulging out of anger. "Is it because you're jealous? Sure enough, the jealous Kiyohime is so cute......"

"Hmm......" Kiyohime's tone became a little strange. "Because I like Lord Karn very much...... But Lord Karn was always running around, and she was a good woman...... Sure enough, it's good to keep Lord Karn by his side forever?...... like burnt to ashes," Karn's bright golden eyes stared straight at Karn.

"Ahhh......!!!h

Just as Kiyohime was about to express her displeasure, Karn suddenly stopped.

"Hmm! It's here!"

In front of a closed stone wall, Karn laid down Kiyohime.

"Really......" Kiyohime grumbled. "So...... Is this the destination of Lord Karn?"

"Hmm. The stone wall in front of Karn looked heavy, with two hollows that resembled handles.

Karn pushed open the stone door that a normal person could not shake.

"Uhhhh......h

Karn glanced at the screaming grim-faced man by the wall, and turned his gaze straight ahead.

A shadowy old man on crutches was standing in front of him.