Originally, I wanted to make up for what I owed you in the past few days, but I overestimated my typing speed, and when I had to review for the final exam, I didn't have the ability to type with my liver at all. I can only say I'm sorry, but we will have a holiday after the 15th, and I will definitely type hard and write novels seriously during the holidays, as a way to thank everyone for their support to me.

The battle had been going on for a long time, and even Artoria's body with the power of a red dragon had lost its strength, but compared to Lancelot, who could only rely on the sword in her hand to support her without falling, she still had a little combat power.

Artoria took a long breath and felt her body regain a little strength, and then slowly walked over to Lancelot.

Looking down at Lancelot, who had completely lost his former gentle and elegant temperament, the former chief knight of the Knights of the Round Table in Great Britain, Artoria's eyes were full of sadness.

"Lancelot, are you willing to surrender to me, I can forgive you for the turmoil you have brought to the Empire, and allow you to atone for this rebellion on the battlefield with the sword in your hand."

Hearing Artoria's words, Lancelot suddenly showed a sad smile, and he reached out to brush his long hair, which was usually carefully groomed in front of his forehead.

After looking up and seeing the girl's sincere gaze at him, a bitter smile appeared on Lancelot's lips.

He believed Artoria's words, and the girl in front of him had always done what he said, but Lancelot knew that he was no longer qualified to stand by the girl's side.

Because at this time, after a whole day of fighting, the sword bar has completely turned into a hell on earth, and countless heroic warriors of the empire have not fallen on the battlefield of glory, but have died in this rebellion.

Even the remaining soldiers had no strength at all at this time, and collapsed to the ground despite the blood flowing under them. Only some soldiers who still have combat effectiveness are still desperately resisting the attack of the Saxons on the periphery, that is Kai, and it is still such a spirit, and there is still strength to fight after a big battle.

Lancelot glanced around, and saw that Gawain was completely out of strength leaning on his guard, while Tristan and Gerante and others were kneeling next to a corpse with tears in their eyes, and when Lancelot saw the spear on the ground, he knew that this person was Ranmaroke, who was on the same level as himself in the Knights, and he did not expect that this powerful knight had stopped his fighting here now.

Although he saw countless old familiar companions die here because of his rebellion, Lancelot only had sadness in his heart and no remorse or self-blame.

He turned back to Artoria's sincere and expectant gaze at him, and his heart ached suddenly, for he noticed that there was not a hint of understanding of his affection in the girl's eyes.

"Hahaha, ahem" Lancelot couldn't help but lower his head and laughed maniacally, but he didn't expect to affect the injuries on his body.

Seeing Lancelot look at her, she suddenly burst into laughter, leaving Artoria confused, and she looked at Lancelot in confusion and stopped laughing.

"Artoria, what do you think I started the rebellion for?"

Hearing Lancelot's feeble inquiry, Artoria frowned slightly, it was because she didn't know, so she quickly returned home with the army and wanted to ask him in person.

Noticing the doubt in Artoria's eyes, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Lancelot's mouth, Sure enough, Artoria, you have thrown everything you have into this country, and you have been moving forward strongly, when will you be able to stop and look at me, the person standing beside you.

Lancelot, who already knew the answer, let go of the sword that supported his body, and fell backwards weakly.

Artoria saw Lancelot's body go down, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Lancelot, but just as her hand was on Lancelot's arm, she suddenly felt her body being held tightly.

Artoria was just about to break away when Lancelot's deep voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Artoria, the reason I started this rebellion is because of you."

"Artoria, I've always loved you."

Artoria froze suddenly, staring at the gaping eyes of Artoria. She had no idea that the knight beside her would fall in love with her and start a rebellion against the Empire, believing that Lancelot was just adoring her, just like Bedwell.

However, Artoria did not expect that Lancelot, who she regarded as a brother, would fall in love with her, and had been silently hiding this love, but this was against the way of kings and ministers, and in exchange for destroying the empire she had sworn to protect with her life, Artoria was unwilling to accept it.

Moreover, Artoria still remembers the vow she made in her heart when she drew the sword of the king-elect in front of everyone, and her life will be dedicated to this country, to the people of this land.

Artoria looked at Lancelot with a hint of guilt, and was just about to say something, when suddenly a heart-wrenching pain came from her chest.

Artoria looked down at the dagger in her chest, and when she looked up at Lancelot with a look of surprise, she collided with a fiery look full of madness.

"Artoria, I know that you want to reject me, even if the destruction of an empire can't get your heart for me, then go to hell with me, what I can't get, no one else can think of it."

Artoria suddenly realized that the knight in front of her, who was still the same appearance, was no longer the noble and upright Lancelot in her impression, and she pushed Lancelot away and staggered to her feet.

Bedewell, who had been fighting beside the girl, suddenly noticed the girl's state, and when she saw the dagger stuck in the girl's chest, an angry scream erupted from his chest.

"Lancelot, you damn it!"

One by one, the eyes were cast on the girl standing on the sword railing, and when they saw the girl who had been standing in front of everyone in the past, and had been firmly and unswayingly leading the people behind her, the figure that had never wavered even in the face of the storm was so weak at this time that she couldn't even support the pillar's own body, and when the whole person collapsed to the ground, a sadness surged into their eyes.

"King!"

"King Arthur!"

The girl faintly heard her subordinates shouting to her, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she could not make a sound.

I'm so tired, a huge fatigue came from the depths of her soul, and she seemed a little tired from having been fighting for so long.

But I shouldn't rest yet, the empire is not completely safe, the soldiers of the empire are still fighting the Saxons, I still have to lead them, I can't rest.

But a feeling of powerlessness from the depths of her soul made the girl completely unable to support her body, knowing that a pair of hands supported her with a familiar smell.

Artoria opened her eyes and was surprised to see that Charles, who had disappeared on the eve of the rebellion and was missing, suddenly appeared in front of her at this time.

"Teacher! It's really good that you're okay. Artoria let out a cry of surprise, and suddenly noticed that Charles's face was very pale, and the next moment the girl noticed the astonishing wound on Charles's chest, and there was an aura that made her very disgusted and uncomfortable.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you!"

"It's fine." Charles waved his hand to signal that he was fine, "On that day, I was attacked by a demon who suddenly appeared, and the strength of the other party was extremely strong, I could only choose to escape, and I didn't get rid of the other party completely until now." ”

After speaking, Charles looked down with a hint of sadness, and Artoria only then noticed that he was standing in mid-air, and below him was the sword bar.