In terms of time, this battle is really not long. By the time the Heroic Spirits on horseback galloped across the bridge, the attack and defense were over in just a few seconds.

But for Weber, who imprinted all this intently, this heavy and long time was comparable to his life.

It's unforgettable. No matter how much he deceived himself, he would never forget that scene. What happened in front of him in a matter of seconds had become a part of his soul, forever inseparable.

Webb was alone, left in his place where he had been put down, standing motionless. Although I knew that I had to move, it was as if if my body would definitely fall to my knees as soon as I moved.

However, it is absolutely not possible to touch the ground with both knees now. Absolutely not.

The golden Archer stared at Webber with cruel blood-colored eyes, and slowly approached. Don't look away. Although his body could not move due to fear, he knew it. Just look away, and your life is gone.

Archer asked in a voice without the slightest emotion, standing in front of his boy trembling but looking firmly in front of him.

"Aren't you scared, boy?"

I thought it would be impossible for my throat to be taken by fear, but when I was asked about my relationship with "him", the stiff shackles were instantly untied. Webb shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Hmm. I'm -- I can't be scared. ”

"Huh?"

Archer's eyes narrowed, and she looked at Webb from head to toe. Only then did he realize that he did not emit the aura of a curse.

"-That's right. But son, if you are a true servant, should you not avenge the death of the king? ”

To the second question, Weber also confided his sincerity in an impossibly calm voice.

“…… If you challenge Mo Huai, you will kill me. ”

"Of course."

"I can't do that. The king commanded me to 'live.' ”

Yes - he can't die. As long as the king's last words still echoed in his chest, Weber had to do everything he could to get out of this desperate predicament. Even if the enemy's heroic spirit was in front of him, and he had no self-defense, and the situation was desperate to the point of rest, he could not give up. The oath of the time must not be trampled upon.

In a sense, Weber's torment at this moment is much more cruel and painful than the acceptance of fate.

Facing the inevitable death, the young man's body trembled involuntarily, but the stubborn eyes told his unyielding. Gilgamesh silently looked down at his weak body and nodded slightly.

"Loyalty is where the great righteousness lies. Don't put his efforts to shame. ”

The other party is not a master, but a harmless teenager with a personal animal. There is no need to make a move yourself. It was a decision to be Gilgamesh.

The golden spirit twisted its body and floated towards Mo Huai. Webb could only silently watch him go. It wasn't until the figure stood behind Mo Huai, and the cool breeze blew across the river, sweeping away the long-tense battlefield air, that the boy finally realized that he had been left alone in the silent night, and that everything was over.

The miracle of surviving made his knees tremble again.

That Archer was indeed planning to kill Webb before he changed his mind. The murderous aura, which is as natural as breathing, has announced this fact without words. If Weber had looked away, slumped to the ground, or hesitated in reply, he would have been killed.

Although it was only a small life, it was also an affirmation of Gilgamesh for him, or Mo Huai's compassion. To dare to face fear and save a life is a battle and a victory in itself. It was Webb Velwitt's first solo appearance.

It was an ugly and insignificant battle, and it had nothing to do with heroism. Neither could bring anyone to their knees, nor did they take anything. He survived the predicament and that's it.

But Webb was still happy and proud of it. At that time, in that situation, you can get that unexpected result. Only Weber could have appreciated the preciousness of this. No matter how out of shape he seemed to others, he had no reason to be ashamed of it.

He obeyed the king's command. Witnessed everything, and survived.

I really want to be praised. Whether it's the thick palm, or the thick branches and leaves, I don't know what the politeness is. This time, there is no need to hide anything. He could finally puff out his chest with puff up and show off his achievements to the man.

But—in this dark night, only Weber himself was invisible. There was no one with him anymore. Just like himself eleven days ago, Webber is now left alone in this numb and lifeless corner of the world.

The battle is his own. Although he made it through it alone, no one noticed it, and no one came to praise him.

But is this fact cruel - no, never.

As for the words of praise, he had just gotten it. The greatest king in the world had approved of him, promoted him, and made him one of his courtiers.

It's just reversing the order of things.

He has already received praise even from the distant future. As long as you spend the rest of your life, you can achieve a meritorious service commensurate with the praise.

Yes. At that time, because of that sentence - he was no longer lonely.

The moment he understood this, his years as a teenager came to an end.

Then he knew for the first time that tears can sometimes be snatched out of his eyes when he has no chance of humiliation and regret.

Now, on the empty bridge, Webb Velvett looked down at the dark river, letting his cheeks wet with tears.

It was hot and cool, men's tears......

It hurts.

There is only pain. Uncomfortable -

I don't know how many times I was betrayed.

I don't know how many times I was deceived.

Saber had given up counting because she couldn't remember.

What is the strongest sword-wielding heroic spirit, who made it by the lake--her mood is like a small boat in a storm. In the face of Mo Huai's declaration, she could only feel a sting in her heart, she would not even feel unwilling because of this, and her heart that was silent in despair had no fighting spirit, she was no longer the heroic knight king who was called the incarnation of the dragon, but a sad woman.

Saber originally believed that she and Mo Huai were friends. Even if they meet each other for some unavoidable reason, their hearts are still the same. One side is the king who embodies chivalry, and the other side is a ranger who embodies chivalrous heart.

However, is this kind of fetters just her naïve fantasy alone?

Saber's holy sword groaned at Mo Huai's question. This sword of light, which promised victory, had long since lost any meaning in the hands of the master who had lost her fighting spirit, and she was already in chaos.

In the face of Mo Huai's cold expression, Saber was not moved at all, the enemy's changeable personality was gradually disintegrating his spirit.

Ahh......h Is that what you intended?

Why do you want to do this? Are you angry?

Although we do not have the same dream, we all fight hard to save the people.

If our ambitions are not different, then why would you slash against your own people?

"Stop!!"

Saber relied on the last of his sanity to reach out his right hand holding the Wind King's enchantment, and shouted with all his strength.

“…… Stop...... Please......"

With a whimper, his knees fell limply to the ground.

I can't move, I've reached the limit. The previous battle had consumed too much of her physical strength, and she was now at the end of her crossbow, unable to defend herself against attacks.

Perhaps, this is the only salvation.

She's so unwilling, so hateful—

"Even so, I'm going to get the Holy Grail."

Tears dripped down the trembling hand armor, mingling with the blood of the monster that slid down the blade of the sword, symbolizing the two of them fighting together.

"If you don't do that...... If I don't, I have no idea what exactly I want @"

"It's really sad. Saber, it's all now, are you still looking for excuses for fighting for yourself? ”

This nostalgic and cold voice was uttered by Mo Huai.

Looking up, Mo Huai was looking at Saber with a face full of tears with his usual calm gaze like a calm lake. Having torn his face, Mo Huai has compassion for the small Knight King, but he will not mess with himself, of course, he still hopes that Saber will submit to him.

"Mohuai ......"

"Saber, needless to say, just two answers, yes or no......" Mo Huai said quietly with a look full of pity, looking at the thin girl who was covered in blood on the ground.

"Mo Huai...... Actually, I want to ...... too But, I'm sorry...... My people are still waiting for me" Saber said with a hesitant face, Saber did not get salvation until he died, because he did not save the people and blamed herself deeply, this self-blame, she carried her whole life, and if you want to save the people, you have to hit the person you like, and it is very uncomfortable to have more Saber.

To whom should such suffering be addressed, and who should be blamed in order to be liberated?

Sighing deeply, Saber relaxed her body and held the sword in both hands, during which her hands were held very slowly, as if prompting Mo Huai to attack in advance, because she was about to use the "Sword of Victory Contract", seeing that Mo Huai did not move at all, Saber couldn't help but feel his throat blocked.

"I'm sorry, even though it was in this form, but in the end I chose not to ......"

As if talking to himself, Saber muttered calmly, then sighed.

"Take it, Sword of the Victory Pact!"

A huge pillar of light lit up the dark sky, like the light that leads the people, and the light is the power to guide the people

Mo Huai just raised his hands. "Dead Flame - Zero Breakthrough (Modified)"