Lancelot bowed his head and said nothing.

"When I first learned about Guinevere and you, I wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, I am happy for you from the bottom of my heart and bless you in my heart. ”

Staring at the knight kneeling in front of her with a contemplative gaze, the girl spoke.

"Because, at last, someone can love Guinevere for me—something I can't give her with my own hands, no matter how hard I try to play a man. What's more, that person is still the knight I trust the most and can rely on the most. ”

"My king, I'm just ......"

Lancelot's face was full of sadness.

"But now it seems that I shouldn't have handed over Guinevere to you in the first place, to a coward like you, who has no responsibility and will only blindly retreat!"

The girl's tone became stern in vain.

It was the first time she had been angry like this at Camelot.

"Are you worthy of Guinevere, who is willing to abandon all wealth and fame and leave with you alone?"

“…… So, all this is a mistake in itself. It's me...... Ruined Guinevere, ruined the Round Table, ruined you. Lancelot's expression was full of pain and struggle, "and he ruined his ...... too"

"You stand up for me! If you still have a little bit of being a knight in your heart...... No, the honor of being a man, just duel with me! After defeating me, the one who wantonly humiliates you, go and get Guinevere back! ”

The girl drew her sword suddenly, the tip of which was pointed at Lancelot's neck.

There was anger in her blue eyes, and her pretty face was also aggressive.

"My king, please do it. If your subordinates can die under your sword, then there will be no regrets in this life. ”

Lancelot shook his head, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Artoria, calm down and put your sword down."

I quickly got in front of the girl's sword, reaching out to protect Lancelot behind me.

"Shirou, please get out of the way, this is an internal matter of the round table, don't interfere."

The sword body trembled, and the girl gritted her teeth and insisted.

"Perhaps, but the round table was originally part of Camelot. You've given me Camelot, so I guess I have the right to ask. ”

I calmly looked at the pair of blue eyes.

In the current state of a girl, it is obvious that she can't listen to anything, and no matter how soft she is, it is useless.

Therefore, she can only be refuted with irrefutable facts.

"Humph——!"

After more than ten seconds, seeing that my will was unshakable, the girl could only snort coldly and put down the sword.

She turned her back and stopped looking at us.

"Thank you, Artoria." I laughed.

Fortunately, it did not go to the last step, and the tragedy did not happen.

“……”

The girl crossed her arms and turned her back to me without saying a word, as if she was still sulking.

Well...... And rightfully so.

I couldn't help but smile wryly.

Then I turned and crouched down, keeping my eyes level with Lancelot on his knees.

"Are you okay?"

Even if it is a superior or a superior, the personality should be equal, and I am no different from him.

"Einomiya-sama...... You don't have to worry about your subordinates' ......" Lancelot smiled bitterly, "It's good now, my king is angry with you......"

"Leave this at that." I shook my head and said, "Lancelot, let me ask you a question. ”

“…… Excuse me. As long as your subordinates can answer, we will do our best to answer you. ”

Lancelot nodded.

"Tell me, do you regret having a love affair with Guinevere?"

I looked at him and asked.

“……”

Lancelot was silent.

After a while, he shook his head slowly but firmly.

"The subordinates don't regret it. It was a decision made by the subordinates of their own volition, and no one forced it at that time. What's more, even though he knew that it was wrong to do so, his subordinates still did not stop his stupid behavior. ”

"And the princess at that time...... Emotions are on the verge of spiraling out of control. Even if it is to prevent her from doing extreme things, his subordinates must do everything they can to appease her......"

"Since you don't regret it, then why blame yourself?" I smiled and nodded, "You obviously have your own standards and methods of doing things, but you have to be bound by other people's values, and repent every day for mistakes that don't exist. ”

“——！”

Lancelot was stunned.

"Yes...... However, in terms of the results, all this is wrong! Because of me, the round table is ...... Everybody ...... too"

It was a long time before he stammered.

"Then let me ask you, Kamran almost destroyed Britain in the First World War, is Artoria also responsible for this?"

I interrupted him directly and asked out loud.

"Of course not!"

Lancelot shouted.

"My king...... It's been very, very hard work, you don't even know how much she's done for this country! He exclaimed excitedly, "Even if the gods of the whole world are to blame, no one can put the fault on my king!" How could she negate all her previous efforts just because of the result of the last moment? ”

"So, you know the truth better than anyone else, why are you confused when you put it on yourself?" I shrugged and said, "I guess you've done everything you can just to make Guinevere happy." Are you responsible for all this? ”

"This ......"

Lancelot opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"My friend, long before what happened to Guinevere, there were already all kinds of problems inside the round table."

The girl, who had not spoken for a long time, turned her head again and said.

"Everyone is in their own factions, and they are fighting each other for profit...... Even if there is no Qing, the separation of the round table in a few years may be an irreparable inevitable result. No one blames you. Even if there was a fault, it was caused by everyone, including me. ”

"So, you just happen to be stigmatized, but it's not you who is responsible." I calmly held out my hand to Lancelot, "Therefore Lancelot, do not fall any further, your brilliance has never been tarnished!" You will always be the greatest Knight of the Round Table! ”

"My king...... Emiya-sama......"

Lancelot looked at us in amazement.

"Thank you......"

Finally, he grabbed my hand.

Lancelot's face had a smile like a new life.

Even though it was night, it seemed to shine brighter than the midday sun!

Called the power of hope, the proud knight finally escaped the nightmare of the years.

The body stood like an unyielding iron tower, but Lancelot's gaze wandered a little.

"My king, I ......"

"Alright, no more talking." The girl shook her head slowly, "Tomorrow morning, we will set off." ”

"Yes, my king!"

Lancelot nodded vigorously, his tone crisp and firm as never before.

Once here, he saved a girl, but destroyed her because of it.

But that should never end with a sigh of weakness and despair!

A knight named Lancelot, and a girl named Guinevere—

Their true ending will come to an end tomorrow!