D' Ultimate Lich King

"I say, King of Knights, did I hear that right?"

Rider, the King of Conquerors, was the first to break the silence, his jovial expression replaced by a serious one.

"You said you want to change fate, meaning change history?"

"Yes. No matter how impossible, the Grail can achieve anything."

Saber declared proudly, finally understanding why the atmosphere had turned so cold.

"Ah, Saber? Let me confirm… Britain's destruction was in your era, during your reign?"

"Yes! And I can't forgive myself."

Saber's tone was even firmer.

"So I'm unwilling to accept that outcome! Because it was my fault…"

Unexpectedly, a vulgar, dismissive laugh erupted from the golden-light-emitting Archer.

Saber's face burned with anger. Her most cherished ideal was being mocked.

"…Archer, what's so funny?"

Ignoring Saber's anger, the Heroic Spirit laughed, saying between bursts of laughter:

"Calling yourself King… lauded by your people… and you feel 'regret'? Ha! Hilarious! Masterpiece! Saber, you're the best clown!"

Rider, beside the still-laughing Archer, frowned, looking at Saber with displeasure.

"Wait… King of Knights, do you intend to deny the history you created?"

Never doubting her ideals, Saber answered without hesitation.

"Exactly. Surprised? Amusing? As King, I dedicated myself to a nation that was destroyed. I mourn; what's wrong with that?"

Archer's laughter erupted again.

"Rider! Did you hear that? This so-called King of Knights… says 'dedicated to the nation'!"

Rider fell silent, a profound silence that felt like another insult to Saber.

"I don't see what's funny. A King should strive for their nation's prosperity!"

"You're wrong."

Rider firmly and seriously refuted her.

"It's not the King who sacrifices, but the nation and people who dedicate themselves to the King. Don't mistake this."

"What are you saying?"

Saber's anger exploded.

"That's tyranny! Rider, Archer, your kingship is a grave error!"

"True. But we're not just tyrants; we're heroes."

Rider replied calmly, without a flicker of emotion.

"Saber, if a King is dissatisfied with their rule, it only proves them a fool, worse than a tyrant."

Unlike Archer's constant mockery, Rider fundamentally rejected Saber's perspective. Saber frowned, retorting sharply.

"Iskandar, your empire was divided into four; you felt no regret? Don't you want a second chance, to save your nation?"

"No." Rider answered instantly, chest puffed out, meeting her stern gaze.

"If my decisions and my subjects led to this, destruction was inevitable. I mourn, I grieve, but I have no regrets."

"How…"

"And attempting to rewrite history! Such foolishness insults everyone in the era I built!"

To Rider's proud words, Saber countered:

"That's based on a warrior's pride. The people wouldn't think that; they need salvation."

"They want a King's salvation?"

Rider shrugged, laughing incredulously.

"I don't understand! What's the point?"

"It's a King's duty!"

Saber retorted proudly.

"Correct rule, correct order—that's what all subjects desire."

"So you're a 'correct' slave?"

"You could say that. Dedication to ideals is what makes a King."

Without hesitation, the young King of Knights nodded.

"People understand law and order through the King. A King embodies something more than what disappears with their death; it's something far more noble."

Watching the still-determined Saber, Rider shook his head, as if pitying her.

"That's not a path a human would choose."

"Yes. Born a King, one cannot expect an ordinary life."

To become the perfect ruler, the embodiment of ideals, she willingly sacrificed personal life. Arturia's life changed the moment she drew her sword from the stone. She became a legend, a song, a dream.

There was pain, there was sorrow, but also the glory of victory. Her unwavering belief sustained her.

"King of Conquerors, someone like you, who only cares for themselves, won't understand my belief. You're a tyrant blinded by desire!"

The feast had devolved into a debate between Saber and Rider; watching their intense argument, Archer merely drank, while Flandre remained silent throughout.

Though she had declared herself a King before three true Kings, she was still essentially a child.

Saber and Rider's discussion of matters of state meant nothing to her; she knew nothing of royal politics.

The girl, who spent nearly five hundred years in a dark basement, knew nothing of these things. She merely spoke her sister's long-held wish—the revival of the Scarlet family.

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