Are you really so desperate for your fate? Artoria doesn't want to believe what happened at this moment, so are you using your hatred to curse the country and the king who brought you despair? I thought we were the same, had the same beliefs, and were willing to sacrifice our lives for the sake of our country......

But......

If our beliefs are really the same, then why are you? 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 defeat was just a lack of her own efforts......

So......

No, sue sù I am not like that...... Lancelot, only you, only you can understand me, for 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.

Artoria shouted with all her might.

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

The king's voice whimpered, and for the first time the king wept—even in the face of the ruins of the country.

Falling limp to her knees on the damp ground, unable to move, Artoria had reached her limits. There was no strength left for her to raise her sword to fend off the next attack.

Perhaps, only the abandonment of resistance is the last resort to salvation.

Since Lancelot is so resentful, so hateful.

So, using his body to take his resentful sword - that's the only way to compensate now, right?

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 is quite difficult for Lancelot to maintain his own entity now. The poor amount of magic that was already in the air was absorbed by him.

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

So, of course, at this moment, the magic power that supported the operation of this murderous killing machine immediately dried up, which 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. It was really because of this instinct that the holy sword at this moment pierced Lancelot's body.

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

In this real moment, the victory and defeat were already decided, and such an ending made Artoria herself feel ashamed, and King Arthur could not help but cry.

Obviously he had already decided to accept his venting, 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 only wants to rewrite the miracle of history by stepping on the corpses of everyone.

This is the truest side of Artoria at this moment.

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

Crystal tears fell on Artoria's armor and slid down the gaps in the armor onto the holy sword, eventually mixing with Lancelot's blood.

"If you don't, Lancelot...... If I 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, and you're 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.

Having lost Medea's magical support, Lancelot recovered from his madness while his entity had not completely disappeared......

"Lancelot ......"

"Yes, my king, I am grateful...... Hehe, probably, this is the only way for me to come and transmit my thoughts, right? ”

Lancelot said with a wry smile, his calm and unadulterated gaze at the sharp sword that pierced through 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 well, if...... If there could be a better king......"

"Please don't say that...... My king, this is fate, 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 yourself...... O king...... I wished you had questioned me about the sin of thunder out of the anger in your heart......"

Lancelot, known as the knight of betrayal and the culprit of the samurai of the Round Table, 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 will definitely be given 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. They had the same beliefs as the king, but because of their own weakness, they did not carry them to the end.

Therefore, these two men were not redeemed until they died. Because they betrayed the people who were most important to them and to their country, they felt a deep sense of self-reproach, and this self-blame they endured for the rest of their lives.

But to whom should such suffering be addressed? Whose reproach but the king can free them?

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