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In this way, Arturia has always fought as a king with her chest up and her head up until the end.
Therefore, when facing the blood-stained battlefield on that hill, he could argue with the heavens about the injustice of fate.
If you follow the path you strive for but fail to get the right result, then it must be God who is at fault.
Then if there is a holy grail that can achieve miracles, she can hold her head high forever, and she will fight because of her firm belief.
but……
Clang————! !
Under the tireless onslaught of "Indestructible Lake Light", Saber's holy sword trembled.
This sword of light, which promises victory, has no meaning in the hands of its master who has lost his fighting spirit.
Berserker kept scolding Saber who couldn't fight back and just kept defending.
At this moment, he has completely liberated his true strength, and his swordsmanship is not comparable to the previous level. Even if Saber is not injured at the moment, he may not be able to resist that powerful momentum.
But in the face of the opponent's ferocious offensive and the already numb pain in her hands and feet, Saber was completely unmoved. The enemy's strength and ruthless attacks that were several times higher than her own were gradually disintegrating her spirit.
'My friend...is that what you mean? '
So desperate for fate?Are you cursed with hatred to bring you despairing kings and nations?
We originally held the same dream, and we all gave our lives to save the country.
If there is no difference in our aspirations, then why do you hate, do you regret it?
"stop!!"
Saber relied on the last of her rationality to block the heavy falling black sword, and at the same time shouted with all her strength.
"Stop it, Lancelot!"
Just when Saber decided to give up resistance completely, Berserker suddenly stopped.
Saber and Berserker had no way of knowing that just tens of seconds ago, the engraving worms in Kariya Matou's body that had managed to escape into the forest had stopped moving.
In order to keep Berserker in the present world, Kariya's originally limited magic power was absorbed in a large amount, and the demand for magic power doubled after the release of the final Noble Phantasm "Indestructible Lake Light". And exhausted.
Berserker didn't have the Master's continuous magic power to use at this moment, and his combat effectiveness plummeted all of a sudden.
At this moment, the magic power driving this killing machine suddenly dried up, causing Berserker to come to an emergency stop as if malfunctioning.
In the silence of the sudden visit, Saber's hand could clearly feel Berserker's heartbeat that was fading away.
The hilt of the sword was tightly held in the hand, and the sharp edge of the love sword pierced through the black armor.
This result is too ironic, who could have predicted it?
In this short moment, the winner was already divided, and Saber felt ashamed of her superficial greed, and she couldn't help crying.
Knowing that she shouldn't kill him, but she still killed this person who shouldn't be killed. Saber is now just a captive of obsession. All she wants is the miracle of the wishing machine. This is the truest meaning of Saber. one side.
"Even so, I still want the Holy Grail."
Tears fell on the trembling gauntlets, mingling with Berserker's blood as it slid down the blade.
"If you don't, my friend . . . if you don't, I can do nothing to you at all."
Suddenly, a nostalgic voice sounded from the front.
"...It's really sad, it's all up to now, are you still looking for excuses for fighting yourself?"
Saber's expression froze, and she looked up quickly.
The knight was gazing at the tearful king with his steady gaze like a calm lake as before.
Taking advantage of the gap that has not yet disappeared, he is freed from the spell of madness.
"Lancelot..."
"Yes, I am very grateful. Perhaps, I can only use this method to convey my thoughts..."
Lancelot continued with a wry smile.
"Actually... I wanted you to punish me personally, my lord... I really hoped that you would question me because of your own anger..."
The betrayed knight, Lancelot, known as the culprit of the breach of the Round Table, spoke sadly to his only friend who never blamed him until the end.
"If I can be sanctioned by you...if you can ask me for compensation...then I will definitely believe in atonement, I will definitely believe that one day I will find a way to forgive myself, the princess should be the same..."
This is the regret of Lancelot and Guinevere. They embraced the same ideal as the king, but they were too weak to implement this ideal.
And these two people didn't get redemption until they died. They blamed themselves deeply for betraying the most important person, and they carried this blame all their lives.
Who should I tell this kind of pain, and who should I blame and who can be relieved?
Sighing deeply, Lancelot relaxed his body and fell down. Seeing this scene, Saber hurried forward to support him.
Lancelot, who is gradually disappearing, has almost no weight in his body.
"Although it was in this form, I finally died in your arms, in the arms of the king, in front of the eyes of the king... Haha, I am like this... just like a loyal knight..."
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