The obedient sword in Gilgamesh's hand still swirled and roared, and the scorching dust, the yellow sand that covered the mountains, and the tens of thousands of troops shouting and charging disappeared like a dream in the night of Fuyuki City.

Iskandar sighed deeply.

“Rider？”

Webb looked at his servant.

The servant's hole card, Iskander's strongest weapon, the "King's Army", has been completely broken, Webber is just a magician who is halfway home, a master who doesn't know how to fight at all, and in the face of complete disadvantage, he has six gods and no master.

"Speaking of which, Webb, there's an important question I haven't asked you yet."

Iskandar looked at his master,

"Webb Wilwitt, would you like to walk with me as a subordinate?"

Webb could hardly believe what Iskandar said. It was an affirmation from the conquering king, who confessed to one of the greatest kings of a thousand years ago, and bestowed upon himself the same glory as Aristonos, Lesimachus, the Thracian governor, Pezon, the Helespont-Phrygian governor, Leonatus, the chief of the companion cavalry and the consul, and Ptolemy, the Egyptian governor of Libya and Arabia.

Can you do it yourself? Can you accept it? No, the only thing I need to do now is-

Webb Wilwitt jumped off the horse of the famous horse Busefarus and fell to the ground on one knee in the face of Iskandar with an unskilled subordinate.

"You alone are my king, and I swear to use it for you and die for you. Please guide me and allow me to listen to the sound of the endless sea with you. ”

"Huh."

Iskandar smiled with relief.

"In this way, my battle on this plane still has meaning after all."

Faced with the young courtiers who had sworn allegiance to him for the first time, Iskandar issued the first order between the monarch and the courtiers:

"It is the task of the king to show where the dream is. And it is your job to witness the end of the dream and pass it on to future generations forever.

Stay alive, Webb. Witness all this, pass on the way of life of the king of conquest, and the heroic appearance of Iskandar. ”

Webb Velvett looked up, a look of surprise covering his face.

The black Busefarus hissed, the red cloak fluttered, and the king's laughter echoed, and on the long winterwood bridge, the straight eight-lane road was the final glorious road of the king's journey.

He is a strategist, so he knows that the winner is already known. But defeat and surrender are two different things entirely.

Iskandar, the never-say-die conqueror, marched on the golden Heroic Spirit.

It's not a vision, and it's not despair. All that filled his heart was the excitement that almost burst out of his chest.

It's so strong. That guy is too strong. That hero can even split the entire world in half, and is undoubtedly the strongest opponent in the heavens and the world.

Because of this, the golden demigod is his best opponent, and no one will be complacent about stepping on an ant to death, and the enemy's strength will always be equal to his own.

The heroic king of Babylon is the last hurdle in the world, which is higher than the Hindu Kush and hotter than Macrangersa. In that case, why should the king of conquest not challenge him? As long as you break through this final hurdle, the end of the world lies ahead. My unattainable dream is waiting to be realized in front of my eyes.

There is glory on the other side, and it is precisely because it is incomparably far away that there is the value of the challenge. Acura is domineering, showing domineering, in order to sacrifice himself behind him and support his subordinates, Iskandar will never retreat.

The heroic king, who stood proudly in front of Iskander, looked at the challenger unhurriedly.

The treasure in the treasury of Babylon was liberated by the King of Heroes. Ripples of gold, the stars of the Noble Phantasms shone brightly in the night of Fuyuki City, scattered in the void. In that dazzling light, the King of Conquest recalled the starry sky of the East that he had once looked at.

"Ahh

The King of Conquest trembled with excitement, roared, and galloped forward with his beloved horse.

The star rain of the Noble Phantasm roared in rage, gradually approaching, ravaging every inch of skin one after another and mercilessly. But this pain is nothing compared to the thrill of galloping.

The end of the world or something, it's just a child's whisper, it's impossible to reach, give up......

Once upon a time, Iskandar had such doubts in his heart.

But now, at the end of the world, the coveted "end" is standing in front of him. The end point of crossing several hills and rivers is now close at hand.

Step over.

Step over that enemy.

One step, one step at a time. As long as you keep repeating this process, the tip of your sword will definitely be able to touch the unreachable figure.

Swords fell like stars, and under the breathtaking power, the body of the conquering king suddenly crooked.

When he realized it, he was moving on his own feet. I don't know where Embus Sefarus has gone and where he has fallen. Although he really wanted to stop and pay tribute to his friend who had completed his final mission, it was precisely because of this that he couldn't stop.

Now, every step he takes is the best tribute to Busefarus.

Gold's nemesis said something as if he knew everything. But he didn't hear it. Even the sound of the golden blade breaking through the wind that swept past his ears could no longer reach his ears.

All he could hear was the sound of the waves.

Far away at the end of the world, lapping against the empty shore, the sound of the waves at the end of the world was heard.

Ah, that's it. Relieved emotions overflowed my heart.

The throbbing in this chest is the waves of the endless sea.

"Hahahaha!"

He ran selflessly on the shore. The splash of droplets makes the tiptoes very comfortable. The soles of his feet were stained bright red, perhaps only blood flowing from his abdomen. But so what? Dying on the battlefield against a strong enemy, rather than suffocating to the sickbed and weakly facing the coming of death, is already enough to rejoice.

Now, he saw the sea in his dream.

The unhurried hero king is already in front of him.

One more step, one more step forward, and the raised blade could split that guy's head in two!

"Drink!!"

With a shout that soared into the sky, the sword of Alexander in the hand of Iskandar, who was covered in bruises, swung down.

The moment of conviction of victory, the moment that should have been fleeting, somehow lasted as if it were frozen forever. It's as if time itself stands still.

No, it is not time that stands still, but itself.

Just as the blade of the sword was about to touch the enemy, the conquering king's hands and feet, shoulders, waist, and even the blade of the sword were bound by strong chains.

Locks of the sky

The Treasure of the Hero King's Secret Treasure, the Chain of Bondage that even the Celestial Bull is unable to break free, and the Treasure of the Law God, which Gilgamesh has given the name of Enkidu, the only best friend in his life, the higher the divinity of the thing it binds, the stronger its toughness.

"You guy, you always come up with something weird."

Iskandar muttered something softly, without remorse or incomprehension. Some are just self-deprecation for the sake of the mountain, and the bitter smile at the corner of the blood-stained mouth.

Alexander's sword failed to reach the other. All it was was the fact that Gilgamesh's perverse sword pierced Iskandar's chest, and the feeling of the sword turning in his heart.

"What a strange sword."

The king of conquest made a statement that it was not his business.

"Have you woken up from your dreams, King of Conquest?"

"Huh? Well. Oh, yes. ”

This time, it didn't work out again. Once again, the unfinished dream came to an unfinished end. But when you think about it, it should be worth gambling for a lifetime, a once-in-one dream.

Looking back on the past, the dreams of being far away in Asia Minor came back to my heart in this far east. Iskandar smiled as he savored the bumpy past.

Since the same dream can be repeated twice, there is nothing strange about having it again.

"This expedition also made my heart surge."

Iskandar narrowed his eyes that were getting blurred in the blood mist, and whispered contentedly. Seeing his satisfied look, Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

"King of Conquest, I am ready to accept your challenge."

For this fierce opponent who was pierced by the rain of treasures all over his body, but still had to rely on the lock of heaven to block the way forward, the Hero King gave him supreme praise and heartfelt beauty.

"Until the end of time, every inch of this world is my courtyard. I can assure you that it will never let you get bored. ”

"Oh? That's ...... Great."

Rider calmly joined in, and the particles of light that turned into gold quietly disappeared.

It's almost time to do the next big dream of conquering the world.

In terms of time, this battle is really not long. The speed at which the Intrinsic Barrier shatters is almost as fast as the time it unfolds. The heroic spirit on horseback galloped to the other side of the bridge, and in a matter of seconds, the battle was over.

But for Weber, who took all of this into his eyes intently, this heavy and long time was comparable to his life.

It will be a scene that will never be forgotten, and no matter how much he deceives himself, he will never forget it. What happened in front of him in a matter of seconds had become a part of his soul, forever inseparable.

Webber stood alone, in the position where he dismounted and swore allegiance to the conquering king.

The golden Archer walked over step by step, staring at Webb with cruel blood-colored eyes, and slowly walked in front of him.

You must not take your eyes off your eyes, for you are a subordinate of the conquering king, and you must not bow down to your enemies.

Although his body could not move due to fear, with the light in his heart, Webb summoned up the remaining courage and looked at the golden demigod who easily killed the overlord.

Standing trembling in front of his boy, but looking firmly at him, Archer asked in a voice without the slightest emotion:

"Boy, are you the Master of Rider?"

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.

"Nope. I am that man's courtier. ”

"Huh?"

Archer narrowed her eyes and took Webb over from head to toe.

"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.

"I'm just a fragile mortal, challenge you, and I'll die."

"That's nature."

"I can't do that. Before he set out on his expedition, the king had decreed against me that he wanted 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 Servant is in front of him, and he has no self-defense, and the situation is desperate to the point where everything is over, he must not give up.

He had sworn allegiance to the King of Conquering, and with this glory he must not trample on the oath he had made.

In the face of an inescapable death, the boy's body trembled involuntarily, but his stubborn eyes spoke of an unyielding will, even beyond the fear of death.

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 golden spirit twisted its heel and drifted away.

Webber watched him away in silence. It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from view, and it wasn't until the cold wind of the night swept across the river and swept away the tense atmosphere that the boy finally realized that he had been left alone in the stillness of the night.

It's all over.

Being able to survive by luck was a miracle that his king had earned for himself at the expense of his own king, which made his heart tremble again.

That Archer was indeed planning to kill Webb before he changed his mind.

If Webb looked away and collapsed to the ground,

If he had hesitated to answer, he would have been a corpse by now.

Although it was only a small life, this was also an affirmation of the Hero King for him.

Facing fear and saving your life is a battle, a victory. It was Webb Wildwitt'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.

He could finally puff out his chest with puff up and show off his achievements to the man.

But in this dark night, only Webber himself was invisible. There was no one with him anymore. Just like his former self, Webber is now left alone in this numb and boring corner of the world.

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

But is this fact cruel no, never.

The greatest king in the world had approved of him, promoted him, and made him one of his courtiers.

He has attained the highest glory. Then he only needs to spend the rest of his life and achieve a meritorious service commensurate with this honor.

Webb Velvett, in this Holy Grail War, found a goal worth fighting for all his life, his Okeanos.

The sound of the waves of the endless sea still echoed in the young man's heart.