"My name is Razelle... I hope you can remember..."These bland words have been hovering in my ears for thousands of years, and at the end the helmet you never took off crumbled before my eyes, and all I saw was the face that was still calm and unemotional, and the smile that slightly raised to make people feel reassured... I have never forgotten, and even after countless years until today, I still remember what happened that day. I know what I did was wrong and naïve and unrealistic, but I hope you will forgive me and let me save Britain in my own way, even if it leads me to ruin.

I stuck to my beliefs and ideals, and I went to the end, but at this point I found myself failing, failing because of my naivety.

When I sat on the lonely throne, I realized how childish and ridiculous my 'ideals' were, and when I was questioned by the conquered king, I realized how naïve I was, and I was once again said by the second person to be a little girl who was obsessed with fantasies and ideals, you already knew this kind of result, right?

But it doesn't matter anymore, for I have unloaded all my burdens and fate, and henceforth my sword will no longer be wielded for Britain and its subjects, nor for that ridiculous ideal and naivety, and when I embark alone on that journey in search of the Holy Grail, I swear that the sword in my hand is for one man in this life... I will win the Holy Grail to fulfill my ridiculous and pathetic wish, and I am willing to pay anything for it!

I just want to say to you, I'm sorry, and... Thank you...!

- Artoria ............ In the quiet hall, there are no other creatures except for the lonely figure sitting alone on the throne, the handsome, excellent and perfect King Arthur stayed alone in the hall with his eyes closed and his hands on the hilt of the holy sword, outside the hall was laughter, but inside the hall was very deserted, and the contrast between the two sides was very obvious.

Opening her eyes, Artoria looked at the uninhabited hall and sighed softly, since when did no one want to enter this hall? Since when did his courtiers and knights begin to distance themselves from themselves? Since when does all the conversation and laughter turn into silence when you show up?

Artoria couldn't remember clearly, it had been a long time since she had had a drink with her knights and talked about the anecdotes of her homeland, it had been a long time since she had seen anyone smile at her again, she had not seen the woman who was willing to bear this heavy fate with her, and she had somehow become alone herself, and they all left her side one by one.

The door of the main hall was pushed open, and Gawain, one of the Knights of the Round Table, walked into the main hall and knelt down on one knee in front of Artoria and said, "King, another knight has left the castle. ”

Has anyone left again? Whose turn will it be this time? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore, whoever wants to leave can leave, I'm tired... Gawain noticed that Artoria didn't ask, so he raised his head to look at the other party, in Gawain's eyes, Artoria had never changed, she was still the same as she was decades ago, handsome and holy, but she was no longer that girl, she was now King Arthur, a king who scared the courtiers... She was capable, talented, martial, and perfect in appearance, she was like a beautiful work of art made by God, but she was also like a work of art without human feelings, and her emotionless appearance was like a statue without life.

"Who is it this time?" Artoria asked after a long silence.

“… Lancelot. Gawain lowered his head and whispered, his feelings were complicated and tangled, Gawain didn't expect Lancelot to leave the castle, although he knew that it would be sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden, the other party only left a word and left here without knowing where to go, and at the same time disappeared Queen Gnavele.

“… Did Vile leave with her? Artoria's face was full of self-deprecation, she was laughing at herself for asking such a stupid question when she knew what to do!

"......" Gawain did not answer.

"Go down, let me be alone for a while."

"Yes..."

Gawain left, and after Gawain left, Artoria finally lowered her head, she bit her lip to hold back the tears from falling to the ground, and the silent choking sound echoed in the hall, what did she do wrong?

Is it really the same as he said, everything he did was wrong?

"You must be looking at me somewhere and laughing at me, right? Laugh at my dreams, laugh at my ideals, laugh at me the way I am! Artoria said that, and she said that, but she really wanted the person to stand up and say something like 'yes, I'm just laughing at you,' maybe Artoria would be happier.

"Lord Lei Zhe won't laugh at you, father." Mordred's voice rang out in the hall, and she walked out of the side door of the hall in a long red dress and saluted Artoria.

“… There you are? Artoria looked up and wiped her slightly moist eyes, then looked at Mordred, her expression returning to her original calm and unwavering appearance, except for a slight redness in her eyes.

"......" Mordred was also looking at his father, and then said softly, "Lord Razor will not laugh at you, father. You know better than I do, don't you? ”

Looking at the empty hall, Mordred whispered, "Haven't you noticed it by this time? Or have you realized it and have been lying to yourself? King Arthur doesn't understand human feelings, that's what Lancelot said when he left, and even when you heard Gnavier leave with him, you just laughed at yourself, did you really wear out your feelings? If so, where did your tears come from? ”

“… What do you want to say? ”

In the face of Artoria's questioning, Mordred met the other party's eyes, and her face was exactly the same as Artoria's, but there was only determination: "Lord Reizer once said that maybe you can see your mistakes after the passage of time, but he will be disappointed. Because you haven't discovered your mistakes for more than ten years, you've been blindly 'saving' your subjects, but you've never been 'guided', haven't you noticed? What shall I say that my own subjects have been lost, and you are intoxicated with your own petty ideals in a sacred posture? ”

“……”

"The king's duty is to 'direct his subjects on how to proceed,' not to 'save his country and his subjects.'" If the king's guidance led to the destruction of the empire, it can only be said that the king's decision was wrong, but if the king makes his subjects lost, it can only mean that the king is mediocre...' This is what Reich said decades ago, and he was right, in a way you are indeed mediocre, my father. Mordred's words are very straightforward, she has never forgotten these things in the past, and she has been silently watching everything for decades, and all the developments have been told by Lei Zhe at the beginning.

King Arthur did not guide his subjects, so that they were lost, and the lost subjects could not get the king's guidance, and gradually even forgot about King Arthur, so far how many of the comrades who fought together in the past have left this castle?

"What the hell are you trying to say, Mordred."

"Wake up, father, if you go on like this, the entire empire will perish, and it's too late to wake up now!" Mordred bent down to Artoria and said that her mother, Morgan, had ordered her to find a way to replace Artoria, but Mordred had refused, and that she would have done so without Reije's presence.

But now Mordred is very different from the history of the original, her beautiful painting has gone beyond the constraints of the frame, and she wants more of a wide world than this Britain... The two looked at each other, and the hall was very quiet, and after a long time, a smile appeared on Artoria's face, and this smile made Mordred feel that she was changing.

"You're right, I'm really a little girl who can't grow up to be bound by ideals and intoxicated by ideals." Artoria smiled, and Mordred knew that she was not saying it to herself, but to the man who had long since disappeared.

Artoria looked at her hands and said self-deprecatingly: "Now that I can't hold the sword and can't hold my beliefs, can I throw away the sword and throw everything I carry?" ”

Artoria stood up and walked down the steps, and finally stood in front of Mordred, she looked at her daughter, and smiled after a long time: "Perhaps, you will be better than me." ”

She took off the crown from her head, looked at the golden crown in her hand, and put her hands on Mordred's head, and the holy sword given to her by the Goddess of the Lake held it in her hand and said to Mordred, "Give it back to the Goddess of the Lake." ”

Mordred was speechless as she stared at her father without speaking.

"The Empire is in your hands, my daughter—" Artoria said softly as she embraced Mordred with open hands, then let go of the other and walked towards the temple door.

Looking at her back, Mordred suddenly asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Me? Who knows, but wherever I go, I'm Artoria, not King Arthur. With these words Artoria opened the door of the temple and departed, and no one has seen her since.

But a new legend has emerged in Britain, where a young girl with a broken sword galloped across the land, carrying out her knightly path as a woman, and she also left her own name in British history, Artoria......... When her life came to an end, Artoria went to the hill where she was separated from Reiger, quietly waiting for her last moment, she felt that this was the best place to be, and maybe she could stay by his side.

"What are you thinking? Toria. In the setting sun, Merlin appeared behind the girl and said as she looked at her back.

Artoria was not surprised by Merlin's appearance, but replied with a smile: "I was thinking about what I would achieve if I had a wish." ”

"Huh, wish?" The corners of Merlin's mouth lifted slightly, and he continued to say to the girl: "If I give you a chance, a chance to fulfill your wishes, what do you want to achieve?" ”

"Hmm... If I do have this opportunity, then I only want to have one wish, and that is to see him again. ”

"Really? Alright then, Toria, I'll give you a chance, and I hope you can take it..."

(To be continued)