“Rider......”

Seeing the Master looking up at him with a miserable face, the tall servant asked solemnly, "So, there is an important matter that I haven't asked you yet." ”

“...... Huh?"

"Webb Wilwitt, are you willing to pledge your allegiance to me as a subordinate?"

Webb trembled with excitement, tears gushing out like a flood that burst its banks.

Although he knew that this would not be possible, he secretly looked forward to the problem. There was no need to think about the way to answer, it was hidden like a treasure in the boy's heart.

"You're—"

The young man, who was called by his name for the first time, ignored the tears that flowed down his cheeks, puffed up his chest and replied, "You are my king." I swear to use it for you, to die for you. Please be sure to guide me so that I can see the same dreams. ”

Hearing the other party swear like this, the domineering king smiled slightly. For His Majesty, this smile is the supreme compliment.

"Well, okay. ”

Just when Weber's heart was happy and fluttering, his body suddenly flew up.

“...... Huh?"

The King of Conquest lifted the boy's diminutive body from Busephales' back and slowly lowered it onto the concrete road. After losing the support of the horse's back and returning to his original height, Webb once again realized his shortness, and he looked at Rider with a puzzled expression.

"It is the king's duty to show where his dreams are. And witnessing the end of the dream and passing it on to future generations is your task as a minister. ”

On the saddle, which seemed too high to be touched, the King of Conquest smiled heartily.

"Live, Webb. Witness all this, pass on the king's way of life, and the story of Iskander. ”

Busephalus hissed loudly, as if echoing the king's words.

Webb leaned down and never looked up again. In Rider's opinion, this is a sign of consent. There are no words anymore. From this day on, until the end of time, the king's heroic posture will guide his subordinates, and his subordinates will be faithful to this memory. Before such vows, parting becomes meaningless. Under Alexander, the bond between the king and his subjects has long transcended time and space and has become eternal.

"Let's go on our march, Busephales!"

The conquering king grabbed the belly of the horse and began the final charge.

As a good strategist, Rider certainly knows that this battle has been decided. However, he does not intend to sit still.

Rider didn't summon the Kamui Wheel, and in this final moment, he wanted to charge with his beloved warhorse.

All that filled my heart was the excitement that almost burst through my chest.

(It's so strong, that guy is too strong, not only does he have such a powerful army, but he can also unleash such a massive curse.) The female swordsmen under him are also very strong, and even Niax is no match. ）

Because of this, they were Alexander's last enemies.

This is the last hurdle in the world, which is higher than the Hindu Kush and hotter than the Makran Desert. In that case, why shouldn't Rider take on the challenge? That unattainable dream is waiting for him to come true.

"There is glory on the other side"

It is precisely because it is so far away that it is worth the challenge. Acura domineering, show domineering, in order to support his subjects behind him.

Reilly unhurriedly chanted a spell and cast a spell, quickly turning the ground around him into a swamp of mud.

With a wave of the reins, the horse under his crotch kicked the ground with all four hooves and jumped high into the air.

Riven swung her greatsword and threw a furious shockwave that pierced through the body of the King of Conquest.

"Have you woken up from your dream? Reilly said with a smile.

“...... Well, yes......"

This time it didn't work out again, and the unfulfilled dream ended regrettably. But it's still worth risking your life, a once-in-a-lifetime dream.

"This expedition also made my heart surge......

Rider squinted his eyes and groaned contentedly.

Seeing his satisfied look, Reilly asked solemnly, "You have already entrusted your future to your subordinates, right?"

"Ah, it's already ...... No regrets......"

Rider calmly agreed, slowly disappearing into thin air.

In terms of time, the battle was not very long. But for Weber, who watched all this intently, what happened in a few seconds just now had become an inseparable part of his soul.

Reilly walked over with a blank face, Webb's body immobilized with fear, but he still stared at Reilly steadfastly.

Look away and you'll die!

Webb was well aware of this.

"Webb Wilwitt, do you want to avenge the King of Conquest?" asked Reilly faintly.

"Nope. The stiff body instantly broke through the shackles of fear, and Weber spoke his thoughts in a voice that was so calm that he felt incredible: "My king's order is to keep me alive, so I won't do anything dangerous." ”

Yes, he can't die. The king's command still echoed in his heart, so Weber had to find a way out of the current desperate situation, and no matter what, he could not break his original oath.

It was at this moment that Webb really felt that he was fighting alongside Alexander. Faced with the inescapable threat of death, the boy involuntarily trembled, but he still expressed his determination with stubborn eyes.

Reilly reached out a hand and pressed Webb's shoulder. The boy's heart almost jumped out of his chest, but he still didn't look away.

"Webb, you've gotten stronger. ”

From the first meeting, Reilly placed the Void Bee on Webber's body. Watching this teenager grow up rapidly in battle, the shock and emotion are difficult to express in words.

"Huh?"

Webber watched Rayleigh's back in astonishment, until a cool breeze swept across the river, sweeping away the battlefield aura that seemed to be about to freeze, and the boy realized that the battle was over.

(I...... survived)

Sensing this, Webb's knees trembled again.

He knew that Reilly's killing intent was not half false. If you look away, or hesitate to answer, you will be killed by the other party without mercy.

Although he only saved a small life, he did overcome his fears and kept his agreement with the king.

This was Weber Wilwitt's first time fighting on his own, and he won with his own courage and will.

I really want to show my work to that man.

Webber originally wanted to prove his strength in the Holy Grail War and change the minds of those who looked down on him. But now, those things don't matter anymore.

I was recognized by the greatest king in the world, and I had the privilege of sharing the same dream with him. Compared to this, what are the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the clock tower? I don't need to care about their opinions anymore.

Knowing this, Webb's youthful years as a teenager came to an end.

On the deserted shore, Webb Wilwitt stared at the dark surface of the river, letting tears run down his face.

This was his first and last tear as a man.