Once upon a time, there was a fool who wanted to see the sea at the end of the world, so he rode his horse and whipped his horse, and set out on an expedition with his valiant warriors.

It is said that every man has dreamed of reaching the end of the world, seeing the endless sea and listening to the sound of the waves.

It's just that over time, this one dream is abandoned by growth.

A person who still harbors this dream will only be ridiculed and ridiculed.

A king who still harbors this dream, but awakens the childhood dream of every soldier.

This army swept across Eurasia in order to listen to the sound of the waves of the endless sea.

This is an army with dreams, so it is invincible even with aggression.

The same ridiculous ideals, the same persistence.

Different people have different experiences.

Leading the soldiers behind him to keep moving forward, the king finally fell into a situation where he had to turn back.

He longed for the rolling waves, the scene when the waves crashed against the reef.

Raising his sword and looking down at the earth, the king of the conquerors, even if he returned to the present, did not hesitate in the slightest.

Instead of looking back, he took a step, straightened his back, looked ahead, and listened to the sound of the sea.

So, king, so it went.

It's a story, a story that hasn't been erased.

Here, the victors of the war with the Holy Grail make people despair,

But he ignited hope with the losers of the Holy Grail War.

So who will be the winner of despair, and who will nurse the loser who brings hope? The only way is to wait. Wait for the end of the war and the appearance of the one who has obtained the Holy Grail.

He had heard of it. The conquest of Iskandar did not cause hatred. The enemy is willing to bow down.

Gaining the respect of your enemies is true conquest.

The enemy also had such childish dreams, so he admired the king.

Then, carrying the dreams of those who bow down, the king also rushed to the next city.

The king and the soldiers lived in a beautiful dream, they fought, they galloped, and then shouted victory and raised the banner of glory. But once they wake up, the king's army will also disperse.

In fact, they all know that the sea at the end of the world is just a childish dream,

But they were willing to indulge in such dreams, and were born and died in the footsteps of the king.

Slowly, listening to the sound of the waves of the endless sea is not just my dream,

There is also the entrustment of the deceased comrades-in-arms.

They are tragically small and terrifyingly powerful.

The sea at the end of the world, the sea that once were.

This is where the king's story ends. It also starts here.

The conqueror who could not see the sea now intends to chase it again.

Ancient Heroes and Warriors!

Follow your King again! Let's fight!

Even if you can't see the ethereal sea. Even if we can't feel the salty and wet sea breeze, our desire to pursue our dreams will be carried on the blue sky and earth.

Iskander, the king of conquest, in the chariot, roared.

Battles all over the place began in unison.

Therefore the king on the other side did not cease to move.

Wielding an invisible blade.

The young knight king, fighting.

In the distant past, on the land of Britain, a natural king was born.

She was a true knight king who was in the spotlight, and soon after her birth, she ruled the country logically, making laws, changing documents, and strengthening the Order to protect the country by increasing the Order's strength.

Therefore, in the face of this person who pulled out the sword in the stone and was recognized by the throne of the king, everyone gave hope and affirmation.

However, no one knows that she was originally just an ordinary girl, and in order to manage the country, she disguised herself as a man and supported the whole of Britain with her weak shoulders.

Even if it was later exposed, it didn't put her in an unbearable situation.

The Knight King, who always brings victory, has not lost a single battle in which she has participated.

In the midst of thousands of troops, standing above the corpses of all people, the one who holds high the banner of victory must be the king of Britain, the king of knights.

However, she was betrayed in this way.

The knight of the Round Table, a former comrade-in-arms, named Lancelot, violated the morality of the knight and forced King Arthur to turn back.

That's when the story began to fall apart.

The king, who wanted to protect all the people, began to walk towards his own end.

Thus, as King Arthur, she began her final rebellion.

Whether it is fighting or antagonizing, she just picks up the weapon in her hand, keeps slashing, keeps slashing, achieves victory, defeats the enemy, tries to save the defeat, and turns the situation of the country around.

But.

Why?

She looked back, and the subjects who had been standing behind her had begun to move away, except for the few remaining Knights of the Round Table standing with spears in hand.

They were covered in blood, their armor was covered with knife marks, and their faces were covered in blood.

The fluttering banner looked weak in the twilight, and King Arthur, who stood at the top, began to think.

Did you do something wrong?

Did you give up something?

Obviously he wanted to protect his subjects, but he was suddenly pulled away from him and couldn't fill it.

Really, as the conquering king said, he did not guide them, and blindly fighting brought them blind trust.

A king who cannot guide his subjects is not worthy to be king.

In that case, she wanted to change the past, again, again-

In the twilight of that battlefield, guide everyone to the other side of the realm.

For this, victory must be obtained.

Former comrades-in-arms! Lancelot! Why you, why have you become the way you are?

As a comrade of the Round Table, why did you even forget your mind and fight me?

Could it be that I really forced you into such a situation in the past?

Answer me! Lancelot!

In the dark space, sparks erupted and the sound of collisions came and went.

The young knight king, King Arthur of Britain, was named Artoria. The girl of Pendragon heard the cry of hell.

Hated, blamed, despised.

The king, who was unable to guide his subjects, was now hostile to his subjects.

Let's fight!

She said so in her heart, gripped the blade tightly with both hands, lifted the Wind King's barrier, and fought him as the 'Sword of Victory of the Oath'.

It will be an honor for the knights, and it will be a battle to defend their dignity.

How so! Why has it come to this point?

Block the attack, and the blade of the sword held in both hands will also be swung out.

Chopping and dodging each other, the question was asked again.

Am I really, really unable to be a qualified king?!

Tell me what to do, and now I'm looking for it, but I don't have some guidance.

Indeed, the king is lonely, but he cannot be arrogant.

He must be guided on the right path.

King Arthur assaulted.

The enemy also struck.

The blades collided violently.

I hate, I hate, I hate!

She heard the other party's voice, for the sin of not being able to guide her subjects in the long past, even if she was resented, the knight king no longer hesitated, come on, start the real battle! (To be continued......)