The sky gradually brightened, and the distant horizon slowly turned a touch of fish belly white, dispelling the gloom of the world.

Berserker sat quietly on the grass, looking out at everything in the distance, and beside him lay the lifeless goose night, whose ugly face was unusually peaceful in the sunlight.

The Berserker was unexpectedly calm now, neither the joy of being about to face the king again, nor the overwhelming hatred that had been displayed before.

His eyes gradually blurred, and his thoughts seemed to travel through endless time and space with the rising sun, returning to the place where it all began.

Time passed slowly, and when the sun was completely and fully rising, Berserker felt the magic of his body gradually passing, and finally came back to his senses, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, did he miss it this time after all?

The magic power that Yan Ye used the spell to replenish him could not exist forever, even if he didn't fight, but even if he maintained his body, it was a not low consumption, and it was almost at the limit at the moment.

"You look pretty bad. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears, and the owner of that voice he would never forget. Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw the still dream-like king walking towards the sun.

After Artoria got the things from Gilgamesh, she immediately returned to Orange's quarters, and after seeing Alice Phil's success in preserving her soul, she arrived at once, but it seemed that it was a little late.

Glancing at the silent wild goose night, and the berserker, whose body was somewhat disorganized, Artoria shook her head slightly.

"King. The moment he saw the figure, Berserker immediately got down on one knee and shouted respectfully.

"Lancelot ....." stood in front of him, looking at the man who had taken off his mask, and Artoria exclaimed softly with great complexity.

Artoria's feelings for him are extremely complicated, and she doesn't know whether to hate the other party or forgive him.

It can be said that Gnavele's death had a great deal to do with him, although it was designed by those nobles, but his feelings were real. If it weren't for the rebellious emotions he had, he wouldn't let others take advantage of them.

But it seems that he has been living in remorse, just like himself.

"Why didn't you attack me, didn't you always go crazy when you saw me?" Artoria asked calmly.

"I'm ..... king," Lancelot didn't know what to say.

"Do you hate me that much?" Artoria asked softly, looking at Lancelot, who had her head down. Without waiting for an answer, Artoria said again: "Isn't it right that I should hate you? If it weren't for you, Gnevere wouldn't have died, and Mordred wouldn't have rebelled, and you think I should hate you?"

"I answered the call of the Holy Grail precisely to seek the King to atone for my sins. Lancelot said, still bowing his head.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've seen each other since Gnavelle's death. Artoria didn't respond to the other party's words, but turned to look at the rising sun and asked softly.

"Hmm. ”

After Gnevel's suicide, Lancelot, who was originally locked in a prison cell, was driven out of the imperial capital by Artoria, and Artoria never saw him until the last place of gladiolus.

She was afraid that after seeing the other party, she couldn't help but blame Gnavier for his death, and it was impossible not to hate him.

It's just that now that they meet again, both Artoria and Lancelot are unexpectedly calm, but the expected sword and crossbow pull out did not appear.

"Speaking of which, you should hate me too, after all, I didn't protect her in the first place. Artoria said with a gloomy face.

Lancelot didn't speak, Artoria was right, he did hate her. Obviously has the ability to protect Gnavier, why did he still let the tragedy happen in the end.

It's just that when the news of Mordred's rebellion came, he ran uncontrollably to the place of engagement, but he was finally a step too late, and when he arrived, everything was over, the rebellion was quelled, but the king was gone.

He began to feel crazy remorse and self-blame, and this emotion tormented his heart all the time. In order to put an end to this torture, he began to think that if the king had killed him in anger, he would have been free.

Finally, he fell madly into the path of Shura, and incarnated as a heroic spirit to travel through various time and space, just to find the king, so that the king could kill himself with his own hands, so that he would not have to be reincarnated in endless pain.

"Kill me, king, and grant me liberation. Finally, Lancelot said pleadingly.

"Now, I don't hate you anymore, I can know that you were countless times more painful than I was, and now, I just want to die at your hands so that I don't blame myself. ”

"Indeed, your punishment is inevitable, and both I and you will have to pay for our sins. Artoria looked at the sky and seemed to return to that glorious and tragic time: "It is time for me to end the empire I built with my own hands for my sins, and you have wandered in the darkness for a thousand years." ”

"Stand up, Lancelot, you all have created a legend with me anyway, and you don't deserve to die in such a humiliating way. ”

Looking at Lancelot, who stood up, Artoria asked again, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"Yes. Lancelot replied.

Of course, I still remember, it's something I can't forget no matter what. On that very day, his mother pointed to Artoria and told him that this was the person he would serve all his life, that they would be entangled for the rest of his life, and that it would be his fate.

And it was also on that day that he took over the sword called 'Lake Light Without Regrets' from his mother's hand.

Mom hoped that he would never regret it, he didn't understand it before, but when he realized later, it was too late.

On that day, a high-spirited Artoria defeated him and took him away from the island, where she began a glorious and sad life.

"Take it out, 'Lake Without Regrets', just like the battle at first sight, let everything end with a battle. After you come to your senses, you should be able to do it. Artoria had already changed into armor and said with a high fighting spirit.

"As you wish. Lancelot nodded, and a pitch-black holy sword appeared in the world.

"It seems that your obsession has tormented you into darkness completely, and even the holy sword full of glory in the past has now become like this. Artoria sighed, she remembered that it was a supreme holy sword full of golden brilliance like the 'Sword of Oath Victory' in her hand, but now it was like a magic sword.

Hearing this, Lancelot smiled bitterly, after falling into darkness, the holy sword had already changed with his changes, and it was no longer the holy sword that could be compared to the 'Sword of Oath Victory'.

"Come on, we haven't fought each other since that battle, and now let me see how strong you are as the head of the Knights of the Round Table. ”

Alice Phil's matter has been settled, but don't worry that after Lancelot leaves, Ellie will be in danger, and now she can let it go.

"It's been a long wait. ”