I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Are you going to beat her?

Sidica slowly put down her hand, the sun hanging on the highest point fell, and night came to the world again.

"Can I chat with you alone?" Sidica looked at the blue eyes of Saint Arturia seriously.

"No!" Argonaut directly stood in front of Artoria.

"You are the distortion of this singularity, you will die just now as long as I want," Sidika walked to the opening that was pierced by the light just now and looked down at the entire Holy City, "but I don't want to deny the present People who are happy because of you, so I just wanted to confirm."

The expressions of Argonaut and others were a little frozen.

Sidica completely exposed her back to them, and it seemed that they didn't mind their sneak attack at all, and they didn't mind at all.

"Agaiwen, Tristan, Gawain, you all step back," Arturia swept past Agaiwen who was standing in front of her very simply and came to Sidica's side to look at the Holy City with him.

Tristan and Gawain withdrew from the palace very simply, while Argonaut gritted his teeth, and after hesitating for a while, he pushed out the palace.

"You think your choice is correct," Sidica glanced at Arturia.

The golden sand-like hair fluttered in the evening wind, the mature face had an inexplicable sense of holiness, and the holy blue eyes did not have any confusion, not even anyone's feelings.

"This is an ideal country of pure white and flawless," Arturia said calmly, looking down at the entire Holy City.

"It may be the case for the people who live here," Sidica chuckled and leaned against the crack in the wall, "but for the people outside, the world is still hopeless."

"Humanity will be destroyed, and it should be the correct soul that remains in this world," Artoria's tone did not change.

"Is it ideal?" Sidika gave a wry smile, "[King Arthur doesn't understand human hearts] This is the fuse that led to the end of your legend, but I always believe that you have human hearts, just because as a king you see too much More, the responsibility of the king forces you to make the right choice."

Arturia's eyes moved, but she didn't answer Sidica.

"But now you look like you have completely abandoned the human heart? What is right is right, what is wrong is wrong, absolutely rational, what is right will be praised, and what is wrong will be severely punished, as if to make up for your failure in the past. Do the same."

"I don't care about what happened in the past," Artoria turned to Sidica, "Now I just want to maintain this holy city and ensure that the right soul will not disappear from this world."

"Then why do you allow the slaughter of unselected refugees? It's not an ideal soul, and it doesn't mean that you don't have the right to live in this world."

"Those who are not chosen will resent this sanctuary and will be hostile sooner or later."

"This is your ideal country."

"Yes."

Hidicah lowered his eyes.

Everyone's understanding of ideals is different. He who has touched the holy spear knows very well that what surrounds the holy city is not a wall at all. It is the true body of the holy spear, the tower at the end. Humans living here will be regarded as correct. The soul is preserved forever.

For Artoria in front of her, this is the ideal country.

One does not need to live, but to exist.

"Are you a king or a god?" Sidica raised her head.

Arturia was stunned for a while, she didn't understand why Sidika asked this boring question, but she answered honestly.

"king."

"So, standing here in the way of a king, but ruling with the mind of a god, you will be born in the end, the Lion King," Sidica raised her hand and put her hand on Arturia's head, "really Thanks for your hard work."

"I don't understand what you mean," Artoria reached out and clapped Sidica's hand away, "I have answered your question, now you should answer mine."

"Yeah, that's fair," Siddija spread his hands.

"Are you willing to help me?" Artoria took a step forward and came to Sidica, "You should understand that this holy city is an ideal country, and this is where your legend as a pure white hero is derived. end."

"No, if the legendary pure white hero lives forever in the world, it is not a kingdom, but a world that is born, an ideal world of pure white and flawless," Sidika turned to look at the bright moon in the sky, "That world is full of life, old age, sickness and death. , have misfortune, but they will overcome it, they will envy, but they will not be jealous, they will not be angry, but will not be reconciled to their own powerlessness, their possibilities are infinite, they will not be defeated, nor will they Despair, because hope (I) will accompany them forever by their side, witness their birth, and watch them leave."

Arturia opened her mouth.

"As a king, you use the vision of God to look down on the world, and the answer you get when you choose to rule is this country," Sidica stared at Artoria's blue eyes, "As a hero, I use the identity of a human being. Walking in this world, the one who chooses to accompany me must be this world.”

For the first time, Arturia turned her head away.

The ideal of the Lion King is the country, and the ideal of the pure white hero is the whole world.

All the Lion King wants to protect is the right soul, while the pure white hero wants to accompany everyone.

Even though she is a human being, she is more ideal and greedy than she is as a king,

"You believe in humans," Arturia clenched her fists, "even if most of their souls are wrong."

"Maybe we can choose who to save, but we don't have the power to define a person's right or wrong. A person's good or bad is only because of circumstances, just because there is no one by his side when he goes astray," Sidica smiled softly, "If the infinite derivation of that legend becomes a reality, the world may not be correct, but it must be very gentle."

"But your legend has come to an end," Artoria's tone changed, and she reached out and grabbed Sidica's collar, "it's too late! You chose to leave at that time! Your gentle world has been taken over by you. Give it up with your own hands!"

Either you or I have made a choice!

Now how do you want me to recognize it!

"It would be better if you came here again," Sidica looked at the bright moon in the night sky. "The world has not yet been destroyed. There are still people who pray for hope in this world, and our feet are still standing on the ground."

"Then prove it to me," Artoria let go of her hand and lowered her head weakly, "I made the wrong choice again, I shouldn't be the king."

"You just shouldn't deny yourself the one who works hard for the happiness of the people."

Chapter 6 The King Who Forsaken Hearts

"Well, Yu almost understands," Ozymandias sat on the throne with his legs crossed, his arms crossed his chest, "Yu is very satisfied as a bedtime story."