After Daddy Kiritsugu left, there was an eerie silence in the house.

Wren looked at the dumb king who was staring at him with a pretty face and a huff, and felt a great headache.

Emiya Kiritsugu has first-class skills in throwing pots, and he walks in a chic way, so he is a little difficult to do.

She is so stubborn, she looks like she has to go to the emperor to lie down to prove her royal way and ideas.

How was he going to dissuade her?

"Saber, didn't Rider admit your royal ways? Whether you hand him over to me or not, you stay on the Enzo Mountain to guard against Archer. The Hero King is strong enough, don't you hate him very much? Why not cut him? ”

The Dumb Hair King just snorted coldly and said with a firm face:

"That's different, Archer won't necessarily attack while you're away, but I'm going to defeat the King of Conquest. It's about my beliefs and persistence, and it has nothing to do with whether Rider acknowledges my royal ways. ”

Sighing, Wren picked up the dishes and headed towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, the Dumb Fur King also came to help, and the two went to the castle's kitchen to clean the dishes by the sink together.

Putting a cleaned plate on the side of the stove, Wren looked at the stupid king who was washing the dishes next to him, her face was not very good-looking, and she had been absent-minded.

"Artoria, why did you pull out the sword in the stone in the first place? Isn't it good to be an ordinary village girl? ”

He stared at her beautiful face and asked suddenly.

Saber's expression was stunned, and she subconsciously stopped cleaning the dishes in her hand, why did she pull out the sword in the stone?

Very distant memory.

The morning sun falls on the verdant meadows, and the gentle breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants wafts from afar.

The knights departed, the noisy people dispersed, and the sword, which no one could draw, was silently stuck in the rock, as if abandoned in the corners of the world.

The one who draws the sword that pierces that rock is the king of Britain!

After the knights were defeated, no one believed the prophecy, and the brave cavalry went to compete elsewhere, intending to choose the king by their own means.

The noise was far away, and there was no one around the rock, and she stood silently in front of the chosen sword, no applause, no cheers, no visions.

She put her hand on the hilt of her sword......

Artoria came back to her senses, her emerald pupils glanced at Wren, and she muttered for a moment before replying:

"I have always lived in disguise as a man, and since I was sensible, I have been learning swordsmanship, learning the art of war, and learning state affairs......

The king and the magician had the purpose of creating the ideal king, and the thing that was designed for that purpose was me.

I don't feel like an ideal king, and I don't have a special sense of mission. But after receiving the king's education, he was also endowed with that ability as much as possible.

It's all about drawing the chosen sword so that I will be born into this world. ”

Wren listened to her explanation, and was silent for a while, before he said softly:

"That's right, Artoria, but you may refuse, Merlin will show you a corner of the future when he comes out.

Since you know that it is such a cruel ending now, don't you feel afraid? And why didn't you give up? ”

"Who the hell are you?" He knew too much, and Saber stared at his unhappy face.

The pitch-black pupils are as deep as the night, and the flowing white hair has a hint of vicissitudes, but the youthful vitality in his bones does not look like an old man in any way.

In particular, Wuming's spiritual qi does not look like a religious leader at all.

"Anyway, it's not the first generation of mountain elders, I'm not that powerful." Wren smiled indifferently, and seemed to sigh a little, "Girl, I chose to pull out the sword in the stone at the beginning, and now I want to return to the selected day and let someone else draw the sword for you, don't you feel contradictory?" ”

Saber snorted softly, reached out and put away a washed dish, a look of remembrance and thought on his face:

"When Merlin showed up to remind me, I had the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in my mind, and I was actually scared."

"If you're scared, why don't you turn around and leave? Whoever loves to do this job will do it, anyway, my sister won't accompany me.

Let Merlin that old ...... Ahem, let the magician stare dryly. Wren smiled and folded the washed dishes.

Unable to help but give him a blank look, Artoria shook her head, she sighed, and explained softly:

"I'm not scared of my end."

"Girl, if you are not afraid of doomed destruction, then what are you afraid of?"

"This ...... I don't know if I've made the right decision, and if there is anyone more suitable to be the King of Britain than I am?

If so, let him pull the sword out of the rock, will that man be able to build a more peaceful and prosperous country? Guiding to a better future? ”

After hearing the words of the Dumb King, Wren realized why Artoria had the idea of having someone else draw her sword to save Britain.

Before, he felt that this idea was very inexplicable, as if he was shirking responsibility.

But now that she thinks about it, it's just an idea she would inevitably have.

As she knelt on the hill of Kamran and witnessed the destruction of the kingdom, it was easy to recall the choice of the chosen day.

She was not determined at that time, thinking that maybe there might be someone better than her, and when she completely failed, she would naturally regret it and try to get someone better to try.

Wren smiled suddenly, and there was no malice in his hearty smile.

"What are you laughing at?" The Dumb Fur King felt a moment of surprise, and if he was laughing, she wouldn't be surprised.

But he was surprisingly gentle at this time, very different from his usual cold appearance.

At least she hadn't seen him like this.

The corners of Wren's mouth curled slightly, and there was a bit of ridicule in his tone:

"Girl, I think you're very interesting, obviously a guy who has a strong heart and doesn't want to admit defeat.

It stands to reason that such people are usually full of confidence, but you are always not confident enough in your choices.

It may not be accurate, but no matter what you do, what you go through, if something goes wrong, you always take the blame on yourself.

I always think that I can't do it and I can't do it well, but girl, why don't you think that you have done your best, it won't be better than this? ”

"This ......"

"Are you so sure there's someone better than you? If you've done your best, and someone else does it, it's only going to get worse, what are you going to do? ”

"I ......" Saber's lips opened slightly, but he couldn't speak.

In another person, maybe worse.

It's not that she hasn't thought about this problem, which is why there are some hesitations and wavering in her heart.

Seeing this, Wren shook his head, sighed and said:

"Girl, I don't understand why you draw that sword when you are already scared and hesitant?

There has to be a reason to draw a sword, right? Or rather, motivation. Britain is gone, and you are still trying to save it.

What is driving you to do whatever it takes to do this to this extent? ”

Reason? Impetus?

Artoria was in a trance, what was she thinking at first?

The answer has always been in mind, hasn't it?

"It's nice to see the people who live in the town on a busy day.

A lot of people were laughing, and I thought it must be right.

To live for people, to live with people, to leave a bright future for people......"

The girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, and time was frozen at the moment when she pulled out her sword.

Just by looking at the peaceful life of people on the earth, there will be strength and motivation to move forward.

For this reason, draw your sword and fight, no matter whether it is an abyssal purgatory in front of you, or a lonely shatter, you will not hesitate.

"Artoria, you're kind." A trace of ripples appeared in Wren's dark pupils, and he said sincerely.

She just smiled, her fists clenched as if to solidify her thoughts.

Looking at her determined appearance, Wren's lips moved, wanting to say that the Holy Grail has been contaminated, so let's take a rest.

But he suddenly felt that this was cruel, this was the first time she had participated in the Holy Grail War, and he had the greatest expectations.

Lancelot's death further strengthened her obsession, and if she knew that the Holy Grail was useless, she would definitely collapse.

This time, the Holy Grail will descend on Enzo Mountain, and there will be no fire, and there will be no Emiya Shaoxia who just happened to be rescued by Kiritsu.

There may not be a Fifth Holy Grail War either.

Wren then realized that although it was unintentional, his presence inevitably had a huge impact.

seems to have indirectly tricked her, at least she had a one-third chance to harvest true love and then be freed.

Seeing Wuming's rare hesitant expression, Saber couldn't help but be a little curious: "What do you want to say to me?" ”

"Nothing."

Wren quickly regained his composure and walked out of the kitchen.

Saber hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Unsung hero, why did you give up your ideals?" I'm asking about the real reason. ”

"Isn't it normal to give up? Is it like you, drowning with ideals? ”

Wren didn't answer her directly, just smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and then walked away without looking back.

He couldn't untie her knot like Shirou did.

Even though he is the same as Shaoxia, he is a good cook, and he has been with each other for a while, so he knows her well.

But don't say he didn't have this idea at first, even if he took the initiative to attack her, it would be useless, Artoria would not fall in love with him.

Maybe it's because Shirou Emiya has always been a partner in justice, and Rene Ackerman is no longer a hero.