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Are you really so desperate for your fate Artoria doesn't want to believe everything in this moment So you're using your hatred to curse the country and the king who brought you despair I thought we were the same, we had the same beliefs, and we were both willing to give our lives for the sake of the country......

But......

If our beliefs are really the same, then why are you still like this? Do you regret it?

"Salvation alone cannot lead a nation," a knight said to her

Even though Artoria died on the battlefield in the end, she never thought that her leadership was wrong, and the final failure was just a lack of effort......

So......

No, tell me it's not like that...... Lancelot: Only you, only you can understand me, because you are the pride of the knights of the Round Table, the ideal knight in the hearts of the people

So...... Please nod your head and admit that I did the right thing

"Stop...... Stop ......"

Artoria's last sanity shielded her from falling swords of depravity

Artoria shouted with all her might

"Stop...... Lancelot, please, stop......"

The king's voice whimpered, and this was the first time the king had wept, even in the face of the ruins of the country, and the king had not wept

Collapsed to her knees on the damp ground, unable to move, Artoria had reached her limit, and had no strength left for her to raise her sword to fend off the next attack

Perhaps the only way to redeem is to give up resistance

Since Lancelot is so resentful, so hateful

So, using his body to take his sword full of resentment is the only way to compensate now

However......

But......

Artoria decided to give up resistance, and as she closed her eyes in despair, she felt Lancelot's movements stop

Artoria and Lancelot had no way of knowing, just a few tens of seconds ago, that is, the moment Chen Xiaofeng defeated the puppet, Medea raised the white chess piece and surrendered, and by the way, the magic provided to Lancelot was naturally interrupted

It's very difficult for Lancelot to maintain his own entity now, and the poor amount of magic in the air is absorbed by him.

Even the mana reserves that would have allowed Lancelot to hold his entity for hours without the mana provided by his "master" were depleted in ten seconds due to Lancelot's rage

And then, of course, at this very moment, the magic that kept this murderous machine running was immediately depleted, and that led to the stagnation of Lancelot's movements

In the sudden silence, Artoria could even clearly hear Lancelot's fading heartbeat, the hilt of the holy sword was held in Artoria's hand, and the sword body instinctively pointed at Lancelot, and it was really because of this instinct that the holy sword at this moment penetrated Lancelot's body

The ending is too ironic, but no one can predict it

In this real instant, the outcome was already in place, and it made Artoria feel ashamed, and King Arthur couldn't help but cry

Obviously he had made up his mind to accept his confession, knowing that he shouldn't have killed him, but in the end he still killed this person who couldn't be defeated, just like Dilumudo's rebuke to Artoria at the last moment, she stepped on the corpses of everyone, and all she wanted was a miracle to rewrite history

This is the truest side of Artoria at this moment

"Even so, I hope to be able to fulfill my wish through the power of the master......"

Crystal tears fell on Artoria's handarmor, slid down the gaps in the armor onto the holy sword, and finally mixed with Lancelot's blood

"If you don't do it, Lancelot...... If you don't, I don't think I can do anything to you...... and our country to make amends......"

"Ah...... It's really sad, my king, it's all now, are you still looking for such a reason for your fight?"

A nostalgic, soft voice rang in Artoria's ears

Artoria looked up and saw that the Knights of the Lake were staring at King Arthur, whose cheeks were covered in guilt, with the same calm gaze as the calm surface of a lake

Without Medea's magical support, Lancelot recovered from his madness while his entity had not completely disappeared

"Lancelot ......"

"Yes, my king is grateful...... Oh, guess, that's the only way I'm going to pass on my thoughts."

Lancelot said with a wry smile, looking calmly and without any impurities, at the sharp sword in his chest that pierced his body

"O king...... You are the best king in the world, and it is a great honor for Britain to have a king like you......"

"No...... Lancelot: In the end, I still didn't protect our country properly, and if ...... If there could be a better king......"

"Please don't say that...... This is fate, my king, no kingdom can remain immortal forever, Britain is doomed, but it is thanks to you that it can be glorified again before it perishes......"

Artoria gritted her teeth, trying to stop the tears from falling

Lancelot smiled softly

"Actually...... I wanted you to punish me for my infidelity and injustice...... O king...... I wished you had questioned me about the sin of thunder out of the anger in your heart......"

Known as the Knight of Betrayal The Warrior of the Round Table, the culprit of the flaws Lancelot, smiles at his best friend who does not ask him for his sins even if he is heinous

"If you can get sanctions at that time...... If you could have asked me for compensation at that time...... Then I'm going to get atonement and a chance to forgive myself...... I think...... The princess must think so......"

It is the confession and hope of a man and a woman who share the same beliefs as the king, but who are too weak to carry it through

So, these two men were not redeemed until they died, because they betrayed the people who were most important to them, to their country, and they felt a deep remorse, a self-reproach that they endured for the rest of their lives

But to whom to turn to such suffering, and to whom but the king should be rebuked?

Lancelot breathed a deep sigh of relief, then relaxed, and finally collapsed into the arms of the Knight King