Neither Rider nor Webb were able to witness this, Rider's inherent enchantment was originally maintained by the total magic of all the Heroic Spirits summoned, and before the entire world completely disappeared, the enchantment that had lost half of its troops had already been breached, and the distorted laws of the universe had returned to its proper state.

Then, as if waking up from a dream, Bussefarus, who was carrying the two men, landed on the Fuyugi Bridge at night.

On the other side of the bridge, Naraku smiled and stood in front of them, and the position between the two sides did not change, and the whole battle situation seemed to be retraced back to the beginning.

Of course, Naraku didn't have any power to use, but he just liberated what he had been suppressing, that is, after becoming a god, Naraku's own ecological characteristics - the advent of phenomena and the primordial oracle.

Naraku has many kinds of powers, so there are many kinds of phenomena that come to him, and unless they are deliberately suppressed, the occurrence of phenomena will not stop.

Previously, Naraku just gave up suppressing his [ecological characteristics], and just by doing so, he destroyed Rider's inherent barrier.

Of course, he can also dominate that world, but it doesn't make sense, does it?

Naraku is always alone in the real battlefield, and he has no interest in participating in the war.

“Rider……”

Seeing that his master looked up at him with a pale face, the tall Servant asked with a solemn expression.

"So, there's something important I haven't asked you yet."

“…… Ay? ”

"Webb Velvett, are you willing to serve me as a subordinate?" Webb trembled with excitement.

Then, tears poured out like a flood that burst its banks.

Although I knew that it would never be realized, I was still secretly looking forward to this question, and there was no need to think about the way to answer it. It is hidden deep in my heart like a treasure.

"You are—" replied the young man who had been called by his name for the first time, ignoring the tears on his cheeks, puffing out his chest unwaveringly, "—you are my king, I swear to use it for you, to die for you, and to guide me so that I may see the same dreams." ”

Hearing the other party swear like this, the domineering Wang smiled slightly, and this smile was the supreme praise and reward for his subordinates.

"Well, okay."

Just when my heart was rejoicing and fluttering, Webb's body really flew.

“…… Ay? ”

The king lifted the boy's short body from Busefarus's back and slowly lowered it onto the concrete pavement, losing the support of his horse's back, and his vision returned to its original height, Webber once again realized his shortness, and his heart was full of doubts.

"It is the task of the king to show the place of the dream, and it is your task to witness the end of the dream and pass it on to future generations forever." On the saddle that seemed so lofty and untouchable, the King of Conquest smiled heartily and resolutely ordered, "Live, Webb, witness all this, and pass on the way of being a king, and the galloping heroism of Iskandar." ”

Busephalos hissed in encouragement—was it the dying king, or the man with a heavy responsibility?

Webb leaned down and never looked up again.

In Iskandar's view, this is a sign of approval.

There is no need for words, and from this day until the end of the hour, the king's heroic posture will guide his subordinates, and his subordinates will be faithful to this memory.

Before such vows, parting became meaningless, and under Iskandar, the bond between the king and his subjects had long transcended time and space and became eternal.

"Come, let's go out, Iskander!"

The conquering king took his horse's belly and began his final gallop, only to see him glaring angrily at his unhurried enemy, and let out a cracked cry.

He is a strategist, this side is the best state of the full force, but the other party is not serious, naturally knows that the victory and defeat have long been known, but, "that" and "this" are completely different things, the conquering king Iskandar has no other way than to rush to the demon king from the other world.

It's not a vision, it's not despair, it's just the excitement that almost bursts out of his chest.

But in his chest, there was no calm thinking or despair, only the excitement that almost burst out of his chest.

Strong, too strong, even if all the heroic spirits of the Holy Grail War attack together, he can hum a little song and defeat everyone, how many stories has such a man left in countless worlds, and what kind of world is there in the endless starry sky, and the excitement he once felt filled his body.

He is the last hurdle in the world that is higher than the Hindu Kush and hotter than the Makrangersa, so why should the conquering king not challenge it?

As long as you break through this last hurdle, the end of the world is ahead, and the endless black universe is not the 'endless sea' that you desire, and your unattainable dream is waiting to be realized in front of you.

"There is glory on the other side" - it is precisely because it is extremely far away that it has the value of challenge, acknowledging domineering, showing domineering, in order to support his subordinates behind him.

Looking to the side, it was not only himself who was galloping, but also the surviving heroes who were running with him, everyone with the same smile, just like children running to the occasion they were looking forward to, and they were in the same mood as themselves.

Then, there is only one thing you have to do, to show your royal way to the fullest.

Naraku, who was blocking Iskandar's way, raised his hands unhurriedly, one of which was a ball of light formed by the darkness that shook like steaming heat, and the other a ball of light that emitted a dazzling white light.

In that dazzling light, the King of Conquest recalled the starry sky of the East that he had once looked at.

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

With the sound of shouts rushing into the sky, the Celtic sword swung down.

The moment of conviction of victory, the moment that should have been fleeting, somehow lasted as if it were frozen forever, as if time itself had stood still—

No, in fact, although Naraku can manipulate time, he doesn't do such a thing, it's not time that's static, it's himself.

Just as the blade was about to touch the enemy, Naraku threw the ball of light in his hands.

Then, the king of conquest was wrapped in a black and white circular Rubik's Cube, and his hands and feet, shoulders, waist, and even the body of the sword could no longer be moved.

The name of the move is called Life and Death Interlacing, and it is a unique technique that fuses the energy balls of life and death to form a huge three-dimensional Rubik's cube and blocks the enemy in a large area.

If you are sealed by this Rubik's Cube, no matter who the opponent is, you will never be able to escape, and after suffering from life and death, the result will either be completely wiped out or suffer huge damage, which is decided with a 1/2 chance.

However, since the creation of this move, Naraku is also using it for the first time.

"Well done, Iskander."

Facing Rider, who was wrapped in a black and white Rubik's cube, Naraku quietly spat out words of praise.

This was his heartfelt praise, but no matter what kind of fighting spirit and spirit he had, it was impossible to make up for the disparity in strength between the two, and the battle was over.

"This expedition is also ...... It made my heart flutter for a while......" Although the power of the Rubik's Cube was constantly eating away at his life, a satisfied smile appeared on Iskandar's lips.

This time, it didn't work out again.

The unfinished dream ended regrettably.

If you only dream once, you can see it twice, so it's okay to keep doing it.

"So...... Go all the way. ”

The black and white Rubik's Cube emitted a dazzling black and white light in an instant, and then disappeared, without any earth-shattering loud noise, nor any gorgeous scene effects, and at the same time as the light disappeared, with Rider, disappeared forever from this world.

In terms of time, the battle was not long, and by the time the Heroic Spirits on horseback galloped across the bridge, the attack and defense ended 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 deceives himself, he will never forget that scene.

What happened in front of him in a matter of seconds had become a part of his soul, forever inseparable.

Weber was alone, left in the place where he had been put down, standing motionless, although he knew that he had to move, as if his body would definitely fall to his knees as soon as he moved.

However, now you must not touch the ground with both knees, absolutely not.

Naraku looked at Webb, the black pupils that didn't fluctuate made Webber feel like he was facing death, but even so, he didn't look away.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, he had the illusion that countless years had passed, and then Naraku turned away, stopped looking at him, and walked towards the place where the girl behind him was.

Webber could only silently watch him go away, until the figure completely disappeared from view, and the cool breeze blew across the river, sweeping away the long-tense battlefield air, and the boy finally realized that he had been left alone in the silent night, and that everything was over.

The miracle of surviving made his knees tremble again.

The demon king of the other world did intend to kill Webber before he changed his mind, and the murderous aura that was as natural as breathing had already announced this fact without words, and if Webber looked away, he would have been killed long ago.

Although he only saved a small life, this is also an affirmation of the demon king for him.

Facing fear and saving a life was a battle in itself, a victory, and the result of Webb Wilwitt's first solo appearance.

It was an ugly and insignificant battle, which had nothing to do with heroism, and he had neither been able to bring anyone to his knees nor to capture anything, he survived the predicament, nothing more.

But Weber was still very happy and proud of it, and at that time, in that situation, to get that unexpected result, the preciousness of which only Webber could appreciate, no matter how out of shape it seemed to others, he had no reason to be ashamed of it.

He obeyed the king's commands, 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 politeness is.

This time, there was no need to hide anything, and he could finally puff out his chest proudly and show off his achievements to the man.

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

The battle was his own, and although he made it through 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 received it, and the greatest king in the world had recognized him, promoted him, and made him one of his subordinates.

It's just reversing the order of things.

He has already received even the praise of the distant future, and it is enough to spend the rest of his life and 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.

In this way, his Fourth Holy Grail War ended, and then he began to advance towards a new path.