I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The silence under the bright moonlight remained as before, not disturbed at all.

The four servants and the three magicians still sat in their original positions and toasted again. The shadowy army of monsters outside the city had disappeared.

"——What a disappointing ending."

Rider muttered to himself nonchalantly and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

Saber had nothing to say, and only Archer sneered with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.

"I see. Although they are all a bunch of bastards, your ability to control so many people makes you so complacent and you think you are a king... Rider, you are really an eyesore."

"It doesn't matter what you say, anyway, one day I will personally compete with you to determine the outcome."

Rider smiled unfazed and stood up.

"Let's finish saying what we want to say to each other. Let's call it a night."

But Saber is still haunted by Rider's words before, and she doesn't want to let it go.

"Wait, Rider, I haven't..."

"Stop talking."

Rider stopped Saber from continuing with a cold and forceful tone.

"Tonight is a banquet among kings, but Saber, I do not agree that you are the king."

"Do you still want to fool me? Rider!"

Saber's tone became irritable, but Rider just looked at her with pity.

He didn't reply, he pulled out the sword of Cyprus and slashed in the air. The sacred bull chariot appeared with a thunderous roar. Although it was not as majestic as the "King's Army", the majesty of the chariot was still impressive to everyone at a close distance.

"Come on, kid, get up there."

"..."

"Hello, kid?"

"...Huh? Ah, um..."

Ever since Weber watched the monsters being swept away, he has always had this absent-minded expression. He was still immersed in the shock brought by "Wang Zhi's military power". Although Rider is a servant who has made a contract with him, this is the first time he has seen Rider's true strength.

After Weber got on the chariot with shaky steps, Rider gave Saber one last look and spoke sincerely.

"Little girl, it's time to wake up from that painful dream. Otherwise, you will lose your most basic pride as a hero - the kind of king you are talking about is such a curse."

"No, I..."

Ignoring Saber's last rebuttal, the electric chariot flew into the sky, leaving only bursts of muffled thunder and disappearing into the eastern sky.

"..."

It is natural for Rider to feel humiliated as he refused to listen to Saber's words until the end. But what is gripping Saber's chest deeply now is an inexplicable "anxiety".

A tyrant who has no justice or ideals, and who only pursues violence to satisfy his selfish desires, has formed an everlasting bond with his subordinates.

His way of survival is completely different from that of the King of Knights, and their ideals are absolutely incompatible with each other.

But Saber couldn't laugh off every word Iskandar said and erase it from her heart. No matter what, she had to make Rider take back what he said before, otherwise she would never give in.

"Saber, you don't need to care, you just need to follow the path you believe in."

The person who interrupted at the side turned out to be Archer, who had been laughing at her before. The elusive encouragement from her true heart only made Saber's expression even more ugly.

"You were making me the butt of your jokes just now, and now you want to flatter me, Archer?"

"Of course, there is nothing wrong with the royal way you said. It is too correct. It must be very heavy for your slender body. Your troubles, your entanglements... Hahaha, people can't help but think Need some comfort."

After Archer finished speaking, he stared at Saber with that terrifying smile again.

Upright beauty, coupled with a crisp and deep voice. But his expression and tone were extremely evil and lewd (harmonious).

As long as Archer is in front of her, Saber won't have the slightest hesitation in her heart. Unlike Rider, there was no room for conversation between the two of them.

"I admire you very much for your role as a struggling clown who carries a 'king' that is beyond your ability to bear. Saber, please try your best to please me. Maybe I will reward you with the Holy Grail?"

As he spoke, the gorgeous wine glass in Archer's hand suddenly shattered.

"Rider has left, the banquet is over. - Archer, either leave or draw your sword."

Although invisible to the naked eye, the wind pressure from just one swing of the sword is enough to destroy the deadly power of the divine sword in Saber's hand. The reason why Archer's face remained calm even after the wine glass was smashed in his hand was because if it wasn't because he was extremely courageous, it was because he was extremely stupid.

"Really, do you know how many countries have been destroyed because of this cup? Well, I won't punish you. Getting angry because of the clown's gaffe will damage the reputation of the king."

"Shut up, I only warn you once, I will kill you next time."

Archer seemed unfazed by Saber's cold threats and stood up with a smile.

"King of Knights, just work hard. Maybe you will be favored by me even more in the future."

After saying these words, Archer turned into a spirit and disappeared, leaving only an emptiness and loneliness in the huge atrium, like waking up from a big dream.

"Assassin, who has the same reputation as a sage like Merlin, do you think I am wrong?"

Saber turned around and stared at Scathach, who was sitting motionless. For the first time, there was a trace of weakness in her eyes that were still determined even though the world was shattered.

"No, it's not wrong for a king."

Scathach looked calmly at the most famous hero in Celtic history.

"The royal way you firmly believe in and your desire to save the country are not wrong, but as Archer said, the burden is too heavy. I lost my 'human' qualities without realizing it, but you It must be very hard for you to give up on your own initiative."

"This is my choice. Although it is hard, I will not regret it." Although Saber is not tall, she stands upright, and no matter how heavy the burden is, she does not bend her waist.

"Yes, you don't regret becoming the king, so have you done anything you regret after becoming the king?"

Hearing Scathach's question, Saber hesitated for more than ten seconds before finally shaking her head firmly.

"No, I feel guilty towards Guinevere and some of my subjects, but I will not regret it."

"Well said, this is the famous Knight King. So, what else do you have to worry about? Can your subjects understand every policy of yours? Does everyone in your country support you? Didn't you hear any opposition? What did you do at that time?"

I.I.What did I do at that time?

I remembered it.

"As a king, as long as my military orders are victorious and my words and deeds are upright, it is enough. So I never ask others to understand me. Even if I am far away from the crowd and lonely, this is the posture of a true king."

"Then why are you wavering? Now the person who opposes it is just Rider, so there's nothing to worry about."

"Because I'm... not sure if I can hold my head high and be proud of this intention like Rider."

Scathach smiled, but Saber furrowed her heroic eyebrows.

The legend of King Arthur finally ends in tragedy with the betrayal and separation of relatives, friends and subordinates. The "eternal bond between the king and his subjects" shown by Iskandar is exactly what she longs for.

Scathach knew why Saber was wavering, but he didn't point it out: "Are you going to give up then? Give up your beliefs? Give up your royal ways?"

"Of course not." Saber denied in a dignified manner.

"Then what else are you sure of?"

Scathach scooped himself a glass of red wine. Rider left, but the wine barrel stayed.

"Listen up, little girl, faith will never be firm because of boasting, nor will it be shaken by silence. It only exists in your heart. If you believe it exists, it will be broken if you don't believe it. I When we closed the Kingdom of Shadows, we didn't create a scene as big as Rider's, and many people didn't take it seriously. But after I killed all kinds of invaders, no one dared to question my beliefs. So, Knight King, as long as you think you are right, even if Rider does not recognize you as the king and Archer treats you as a clown, you should go on unswervingly. Because you are the King of Knights, the unique King Arthur, the one in your hand The Holy Sword of the Stars is the best proof.”

"Thank you, Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows, I almost lost the most important thing."

Saber nodded, her eyes returning to their original purity and calm confidence.

"I am who I am, not you, not the Conqueror, not Archer - I am King Arthur, and I am not wrong."