I am not a knight, reborn as an old sword

Arthur also discovered that Saber's personality traits were slow to react to emotions, and Saber was most concerned about the words spoken by King Arthur in different eras and time periods.

Suddenly, the tremor that sounded like a huge bell in her heart made Saber's body tremble.

"What's the meaning……"It was as if she couldn't even speak clearly. This wasn't because Saber's mental quality was too poor. In fact, what Arthur said just hit the softest spot in Saber's heart.

"Isn't it true that a king who doesn't know how to love always tends to ignore the qualities of love that are expressed in the hearts of the people around him."Arthur seemed not to see it, and just kept talking to himself.

"Have you ever thought about this? Saber, why did you pull up the Sword of the King in the beginning?"

This question seemed familiar, like the beginning, the end of what Merlin said to her when she was approaching the Sword of the King. Now, everything is over, and Saber, who is left with only memories, can only answer.

"Because, I saw people’s smiles on the sword. Saber’s words were very soft, as if she was talking to herself, describing her ideals and the most innocent wishes of the past.

"Have you ever thought about the smile that people would like to see during your reign?" Arthur's question stumped Saber at the most fundamental point.

"I have no idea……"The only thing left was to shake her head, which was probably the only answer she could make now. Arthur didn't feel the slightest bit surprised when he heard it.

"Even if it is not discovered, it still exists. This is Arthur's answer, an affirmation of Saber's life of kingship.

"Your subjects have always loved you." Without any prejudice, the words were just the most impressive facts, affirming the king in front of him who was not very good in character but did a good job.

"Like it?" In her absolutely dull heart, a kind of indescribable warmth that she had felt at the banquet just now was gradually filling her heart, calming her heart that had just been hit.

Looking at Arthur with a strong questioning look, Saber was waiting for Arthur's answer, for the interpretation of the thing called like.

"This kind of feeling is never without reason."Then, it began. Arthur's narration seemed to match Saber's thoughts, causing her footsteps, which were originally entangled in the deepest swamp, to show signs of moving again.

This was something Saber had not expected. In the past, the Round Table rarely mentioned it. Even Kai, who was closest to her, rarely reminded her, or hoped that she could discover it as soon as possible. But she could not understand it until the moment of her death.

"The true meaning of love is never without reason. In the beginning, you choose people, but in the end, people choose you. This is because of your excellence and your suitability."

"Suitable?"

"Yes, the most suitable person to be the king of Britain is only Arthur (you). This is not Tom, nor Jack, nor Peter, but only Arthur (you)."

"Congratulations, Saber. Even if we don't know what happened in your era, it seems that those who are recognized by your subjects are lucky and great, so hold your head up."

As Arthur's encouragement from different eras, it is more than just encouragement, because Arthur doesn't like false comfort, at least not when he is serious now.

"With the expectations of your subjects, look forward, stand up, and walk out. This is the only thing you can do. Turn the love given by your subjects into the light on your face and in your heart. This is not a right, but an obligation of the king.

Arthur turned around, and finally, after giving Saber one last look, he completely withdrew his gaze.

"And thanks, because as a king, it is impossible for him to be wrong, but he expressed his sincerest gratitude as a token of his thanks for their trust, and apologized for his slowness."

Accompanying Arthur's words, in the last glance, it was as if he could see through everything, even the deepest thoughts, making Saber almost unable to bear it.

"Being able to become a king is great, isn't it? Being trusted by everyone and being able to achieve a level of recognition from everyone is never something worth regretting."

After saying this, he completely withdrew his gaze, leaving only the simplest wave of his hand as a final farewell, which also represented the reality that after this chat, everyone was an enemy.

"Oh, right." Before Saber could savor the thought, Arthur suddenly stopped and looked back at Saber again,"Actually, I also hate you."

The last sentence ended the topic, leaving only Saber standing on the suburban road, trembling with anger.

"Foreigner!! I will defeat you, absolutely!" Saber was so angry that she uttered such unrealistic and cruel words, but all she got was Arthur's wave of goodbye.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for your challenge." He still looked uninterested, but his attitude was much better than at the beginning, which also made Saber, who had been very meticulous and tense, smile.

"Same as you." This shows Saber's thoughts. Saber is also quite clear about her feelings towards Arthur."I can't like someone like you either."

But unlike the rage at the beginning, or even the reprimand with a tense face, Saber's face was relaxed at this moment, showing a bright smile, which could be called beautiful.

The king who walked firmly with the heart of his subjects and let his face be covered with light, but Saber who walked forward in this manner, seemed to have lost her desire for the Holy Grail.

Probably, all that was left was to adjust Arthur, and sense the light and shadow that finally emerged in the void. After the glory that originally belonged to the king was recovered, the reality reflected in the legend fell into Saber's hands.

"Caliburn."The golden sword of victory, as the original symbol of King Arthur, the holy sword that best proves Saber's path to kingship, with Saber's inner enlightenment, the reproduction of the treasure constructed by legend and fantasy.

As the bond connecting the round table, the strong will power coming from the most familiar and gorgeous sword body, the low hum of joy, Saber felt it.

"Thank you. If this is everyone's choice, as a king, I have no reason to regret it!"

Recognition is the recognition of oneself, and also the recognition of one's subordinates and former subjects. At this moment, Saber is the real King Arthur, the most perfect king in the legendary epic poem.

""Buzz!" Along with the low hum of the sword, the invisible waves formed in the void spread, and the gorgeous long sword gradually disappeared, turning into a faint light powder and disappearing into the atmosphere.