Artoria stared intently at the servant in front of her.

The strength of the other party was much weaker than that of her as a complete body, but at this distance, even she could not rescue the old priest from the tip of the spear.

As for giving up the safety of the old priest......

Artoria's hands holding the invisible sword strained slightly.

Of course she wouldn't care about the Spell, but if the knight couldn't protect the weak, it wouldn't make any sense, it was her way of being a knight.

The scene was deadlocked.

All that remains is the accumulation of surging magic.

But such a stalemate is not destined to last long, as third-party interlopers are approaching.

It was Tosaka Tokitomi who had arrived in a hurry with a few magicians.

“Lancer！” Tosaka Tokitomi cried out, "Chief warrior of the Knights of Fiona of Ireland, will not this disgrace your glory?" ”

“......”

Diarmuid gritted his teeth in humiliation.

But his body was not controlled at all.

Just looking at the other party's demeanor, Tosaka Tokitomi knew very well that this was Lancer's master, and Kenneth had used a spell on him.

And the Chaldeans ...... Tosaka looked at Artoria, and it was clear that there was only one of them.

So, do you want to use a spell?

Tosaka thought to himself that if he used the Spell to control Gilgamesh, kill Lancer and save the priest, he would have to choose one or the other, or consume two Spells.

Save the priest and the lost spell should be replenished.

The key is ...... Whether Gilgamesh can save the priest.

Tosaka Tokitomi thought about the gains and losses in his mind, and finally decided that the priest who was the overseer should not be allowed to suffer misfortune, let alone let the Tosaka family have a gap with the church because of this.

But just when he had already made his choice and raised his right hand.

Roar——!

A demonic roar rang out from outside the door.

The huge black knight tore through the church door and rushed in, the tip of the long stick covered in blood-colored lines, shooting lead bullets like a machine gun at Tosaka Tokitomi.

The range of the attack has even enveloped the entire church.

Bang bang bang!

Artoria swung her sword and fired a shot at her own buckshot, shielding the old priest and Diarmuid from range.

However, under this unexpectedly accurate attack, Tosaka Tokitomi's right hand that carved the spell was torn apart in an instant.

"Here we go." Gilgamesh in the sky, gently shaking his wine glass, looked at the man in black in front of him, "This is the ball you prepared for me?" Although it is inferior, this clumsiness is also part of the pleasure. ”

"As long as the king likes it." Yan Feng saluted respectfully.

Even though he knew that his father and his teacher were in danger of dying because of his actions, he didn't care, because the sense of betrayal that was constantly surging in his heart had turned into joy and overwhelmed him.

For the first time, Yan Feng Qili felt the favor of the Lord.

He finally found what he was after, the catharsis of his hatred, the joy of controlling everything.

"Huh." Gilgamesh chuckled, "Interesting, when Tosaka Tokitomi dies, you will be my courtier." ”

Tosaka Toshitomi's arm with the spell had been broken.

This kind of thing like a magic circuit.,As long as it's stripped of the body.,It's useless.,There's no doubt that the night of the wild goose is a special order given after being told by someone.。

Gilgamesh's gaze looked down again.

Tosaka's suppressed screams seemed to him to be like punishing a rebellious courtier, and what he felt was the joy of being a king.

Those who dare to disobey the king should usher in a tragic fate.

At this time, Artoria did feel the challenge.

When she arrived, Diarmuid had already said that he would kill the old priest if he was attacked in any way, but the berserker that appeared in front of her attacked from range regardless of whether he was from range or friend.

What about the Berserker Master?

Artoria's gaze looked not far away, the wild goose leaning on the wall of the church, was suppressing the pain in his body, but he was extremely excited to stare at Tosaka Tokitomi who was fleeing in all directions.

He not only wanted to kill them, but also torture them to vent the pain he had endured for the past year.

That extremely hateful gaze made Artoria frown slightly.

Now she can understand this emotion.

It is useless to say anything to someone who is in hatred.

But—

"Even hatred shouldn't involve innocent people."

The way of the knight king is to protect the weak, Artoria held the sword in her hand and rushed towards the berserker, but the moment she blocked the long stick, the berserker roared as if she had been greatly stimulated.

This is......

Artoria had an inexplicable feeling, as if the other party knew her offensive well.

Even familiar with this sword, guarded by an invisible sheath.

The most important thing is -

Hatred is drawn to oneself.

Artoria, who kept jumping backwards, had to accept the exact fact that the other party had seen her warrior in her lifetime, and even abandoned the Master's goal because of this, and launched an attack on her instead.

But that's exactly what she intended.

Lead the uncommunicative berserker away from Lancer to avoid the death of the old priest as the war spreads.

"That's pretty much it."

Artoria came to an empty garden, stopped, turned around and concentrated the armor of the black knight with a precise slash, the majestic power belonging to the heroic spirit, and directly knocked the opposite side dozens of meters away, crashing a large number of petals flying before it could be stopped.

Even the Berserker, who has superb attributes, is no match for the Knight King who appears as a Heroic Spirit.

"Now that you have recognized me as Artoria Pendragon, King of Britain, and have challenged me, you should call me the name—if you still agree with the glory of knighthood."

Artoria said in a deep voice.

She had already swept through the enemies she had defeated in the past, but she couldn't find anything that matched the person in front of her.

That's undoubtedly a very good combat skill, and it should be impressive.

Unless......

The depraved appearance of Jill, Joan of Arc's former friend, came to Artoria's mind, and she had a very bad feeling.

"Click, click, click......"

It's like the sound of gears turning.

The black knight stood up from the petals, the sound of his jet-black armor spinning mixed with chilling hoarse laughter.

Wrap the entire skull around the helmet and remove it gradually.

As if a nightmare had become a reality, Artoria felt the world's malice towards her, and even her sword-wielding hands trembled slightly, and an indescribable cold rushed down her spine.

"Knight of the Lake...... Lancelot. ”

The name of the knight in front of him, who had fallen into Berserker, muttered from Artoria's mouth.

It was one of the Knights of the Round Table, one of King Arthur's most trusted companions.

"Arthur ——!"

Like the roar of a wild beast, the black knight who revealed his face finally revealed his true treasure, the "indestructible lake light" corresponding to the name of the knight of the lake.

Nothing could confirm the identity of the other party like this sword, and it completely shattered Artoria's remaining illusions.

"You're so...... Hate me? My friend......"

Artoria asks a sad question, only to receive murderous attacks at every turn, and it seems that the best response is true.

Until now.

She can deeply understand what kind of tenacious heart Joan of Arc can still hold her arms firmly in front of her old friends, and that ordinary-born girl has a dignity that she can't compare with the king.

"What has happened cannot be changed, and everyone needs to bear the sins they have done." Artoria muttered what Joan of Arc had just said, swinging her sword as if it were carrying unbearable weight, "Order the execution of the princess...... Guinevere...... That's my mistake, so I'll bear all of your hatred! ”

The surging magic power is released from the sword's body, and the girl who fought for glory until the last moment ushered in a battle that did not belong to glory.

Every sword-to-sword collision tortured Artoria's heart.

It was the subordinate she once trusted, suffering and suffering for her glory.

The fallen knight of the lake exalted an attack called "Resentment".

"Yes, I feel it all!"

Artoria gritted her teeth and slammed the Black Knight's weapon away, swinging her sword high and slashing.

"My fault, your hatred...... Lancelot, I will not ask for your forgiveness, but the victory represented by this sword is you, the one who everyone has to pay for with their lives and bear everything to protect, even if I am the only one left, I am bound to hold on to this glory! ”

At this moment, the motivation that drives Artoria to wield the sword is no longer the desire to protect the country.

But the Knight King, and all the knights who follow him, will surely achieve the glory of victory.

This glory did not allow Artoria to retreat.

So—

The surging magic suppressed the heaviness in her heart, and Artoria, who had already made herself clear, no longer had the slightest weakness, she was a knight who swore victory, even if it was her own fault and unparalleled guilt in front of her, she wanted to win the victory.

Boom!

With a heavy crashing sound, the armor that blended superior performance with artistic beauty could no longer withstand the heavy sword of the Knight King.

With a terrifying sound, it exploded.

Then came the sound of a sharp blade entering her body, and Artoria's eyes widened as she forced herself to stare at the sword that pierced her friend's body.

The battle is over.

"Wang ......" is a nostalgic voice.

Looking up, the eyes of the Black Knight, at this moment of imminent defeat and return, seemed to be freed from the curse of madness, and regained their former calm gaze like a calm lake.

"Ran... Slot. ”

The tears that Artoria had been holding back could no longer flow from her eyes unbearably under this familiar gaze.

"That's a ......"

Lancelot, who seemed to see the king's tears for the first time, raised his palm in some fright, but let it go because of weakness.

In the end, it only turned into a chuckle of relief.

"King, it has changed."

"Yes......" Artoria lowered her gaze, "I was fortunate enough to meet a master who cared for me, and he made me understand the unforgivable mistakes I had made in my former self. ”

"No, as a king, you have done nothing wrong." Lancelot shook his head lightly and continued with a wry smile, "The reason why I resent you...... It's because until the end, you didn't personally discipline me, you didn't ask me for my guilt out of anger, ahem, which made me, and the princess, ...... Until the end, I also blamed myself deeply for betraying the most important person. ”

Contrast it with the selflessness of hating the king.

What Lancelot really hated was himself who indirectly caused the Knights of the Round Table to be shattered.

"Lancelot." Artoria raised her head again, her eyes full of tears but fixed on her former subordinate, "I've already decided...... Accept your defeat, and from now on, you will only exist as a knight who guards the glory of victory. ”

"That's ..... Ahem. Lancelot's reaction was far more bland than Artoria expected, "Originally, nothing could have changed...... I'm no longer your loyal knight......"

It seems to be with the last trace of regret.

The Black Knight's body slowly dissipated with the wind.

Artoria opened her mouth, she still had a lot to say to her former subordinates, such as ...... That voice as a king, but brought the kingdom to ruin.

However, all words have no meaning to the other party.

After a long silence in the already empty garden, Artoria wiped the corners of her eyes and returned to her noble form, where infinite blessings and hopes had been placed.

Crying like this is probably the last time.

For a knight must not be weak.

Artoria held the sword in her hand and hurried to the church in the distance once more, her victory over the lord Xu Ruo was not yet complete.

And when she arrived at the church, she saw the dying Makiri, and Tosaka Tokitomi who was sitting on the ground panting for breath with a broken arm and a wound from being bitten by insects.

The battle between the two enemies was won by Tosaka Tokitomi.

Until the end, the night of the wild goose did not use the spell to forcibly summon the berserker.

This lord understands that Berserker is driven by resentment to want to fight, but unfortunately, he, a half-hung magician, is still slightly defeated even against Tosaka Tokitomi, who is seriously injured.

With the thought of Aoi, the night of the wild goose gradually closed her eyes.

So......

Artoria looked at Lancer, who was still aiming the tip of her gun at the old priest, and the only way to get access to the control of the spell seemed to be to have the other master re-order.

"Is that the case?"

Shen He received a call from Artoria.

He didn't care much about the old priest's well-being, but he understood Artoria's chivalry.

"I probably know, you just wait there first, I'll arrange the rest."

Shen He didn't expect that Artoria would still meet Lancelot, but looking at her appearance, it seems that this time it is not as unbearable as in the original book.

This is his own credit, so that his servants have grown.