gaze of war

The author has something to say: First of all, I would like to announce that I revised Chapter 48 a few days ago. It was not a fake change, but because I was warned of immoral content.

Later I fixed all the mouths and got another yellow card.

I'm completely at my wit's end.

Just let it lock.

I am not very clear that this kind of yellow card without words is a manual complaint?then what.If it was intentional, then I can only say, sorry everyone, I don't think I can put meat on the Internet, not even broth.

But there will definitely be benefits in customization.

Hey, this yellow card has caused my state to drop sharply in the past few days, and I have been holding back for a long time before I come out.

And I hope that I haven't fattened up recently, and I'm still chasing updates. The mushroom fans still talk to me occasionally.

Although I have entered the ending chapter, there is still a lot of content, and there are at least tens of thousands in my plan to reach the ending.

"Hahahaha...haha..."

Berserker, who was recognized by Saber, lowered his head slightly, his shoulders trembling.He folded his hands and placed them on top of the "Undestroyed Lake Light" that pierced the ground, laughing hoarsely.

He did not remove the helmet from his face.

The eyes that were deeply hidden behind the mask of steel looked extremely blurred.

But Saber stared at his visor, her whole body stiffened, her lips trembling.

The black smoke from the black knight's body quickly faded away as if being swallowed by something invisible.

The blade of the sword, which reflected clear light like a stream of water, was exposed.

On the back of the sword, the engraving of the elf magic pattern like arabesques shone with mysterious light.

The armor, which has a more beautiful form than any other creature, fits his figure perfectly.

A body of silver armor was covered with criss-cross scars——

Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, a subordinate of King Arthur, the head of the twelve knights of the round table in Camelot, has an extremely dazzling beauty, and holds an elven sword that will never be damaged by any sharp weapon." The Indestructible Lake Light" is considered to be the only incarnation of "chivalry" in the world——

This heroic spirit, who had shown mad brutality and incomparable madness since his first appearance, was actually the same person as the well-deserved Noble Flower among the knights in his memory.

Can't believe it anyway.

In any case, I hope that I have identified the wrong person.

but why……

Why!

Abandoning nobility and glory, abandoning friendship and loyalty——

"...Answer me, Lancelot!" Saber asked hoarsely, her green eyes filled with tears. "...Why did you become like this!"

The black knight let out a hoarse, sullen laugh.

He didn't answer Saber's question, but slowly raised his arm, put his fingers into the gap under the helmet, paused for a moment, and lifted the helmet's visor forcefully.

With a clicking sound, the black knight's face was fully revealed.

It was not the perfect appearance that Saber thought would make anyone fall into deep envy and jealousy at the first glance.

It was a terrifying face that was almost the exact opposite of it - he was haggard, with sunken cheeks, and his face was full of haggardness, his eyes staring at Saber were full of hatred and resentment.

The moment she met those hateful eyes, Saber staggered back as if she had been hit hard.

those eyes...

Those inhuman eyes...!

It has completely lost normal human emotions, only the deepest darkness surges in those terrifying eyes.

Berserker - he's [abnormal].

Compared to a caster, it is something more unusual——

Hate was the blood bubbling in his veins.

Resentment is the dense white bones hidden in his body.

He can't be called a heroic spirit, let alone a human being—he's a monster shaped by hatred and madness.

The Knight of the Lake, who lives as a Berserker class, is completely different from the other six servants from the moment he is summoned.

[Behind the malicious person, make your eyes clouded and your heart violent.A prisoner held by the Threshold of Madness.I am the master who controls this chain] The "madness" spell of only two bars endowed Berserker with an extremely strong combat power that could rival Saber.

And the price he paid was his own rationality.

Berserker is incapable of complex thought or uttering words in human language.

However, the knight of the lake who appeared as a berserker rank called out her real name based on his deep-rooted hatred for King Arthur.

What a deep resentment this is——

Even death can't make him forget, even depravity can't make him give up. Whether it's loyalty or friendship, they become insignificant things in front of this hatred.

【I hate you--】

【I hate you, Arthur—! 】

The black knight uttered a hoarse, piercing silent cry.

When she realized that this creepy hatred was not out of manipulation, but out of the heart of the black knight named Lancelot, the calmness that Saber had been trying to maintain finally collapsed.

A heavy invisible thing suddenly pressed down on his back.

The knees could no longer support the weight of the body.

Saber moaned and groaned silently tremblingly, her face turned pale, she shook her head unconsciously and staggered back.

no.

Absolutely not...

How could the frantic Heroic Spirit, who was laughing hoarsely and piercingly before him and waving his weapon at him without hesitation, be Sir Lancelot? !

The blade pierced through the air, making a tearing sound like silk.

Berserker, who had recovered his original appearance, once again attacked the long-ago king.

His hands were shaking.

...can't make any effort.

No matter what, I couldn't swing the long sword in my hand at him——

……why?

We are best friends.

He is not only a monarch, but also a close friend.

We fought side by side and repelled the Saxon attack.

Together we have faced raids from enemies, brutal monsters and witches' spells.

We used to lean on each other on the battlefield, guarding each other's back.

... Exactly, why...?

those eyes...

Those originally clear and warm eyes.

Those pupils were originally full of friendship and loyalty.

Now it is full of hatred and killing intent.

Sir Lancelot, my friend...

you just...

...do you hate me so much?

Do you hate me so much, my friend!

【Even the mightiest hero will one day lose all glory and degenerate into something inferior to anyone else】

The arm holding the weapon hangs limply.

Five fingers could barely hold the cold hilt.

Shoulders slump.

His legs were weak and he fell to his knees.

While Saber burst into tears uncontrollably, she recalled the motto given to her by a wise man.

……yes.

Is that so...is that so?

Since then... from the long past...

Whether it is Arthur as a king——Artoria Pendragon.

It is also the knight who is the incarnation of "the knight himself" in the world-Lancelot.

The so-called heroes are all wearing the illusion of glory and are fanatically sought after by the ignorant people, who regard themselves as noble and powerful people who are detached from everyone.

Think of killing as a means of gaining adoration.

Think of war as a place of happiness.

Unaware of his sins, he waved his weapons innocently and stupidly, hoping to win happiness and peace for those weak.

It's just an illusion.

Completely, deceived, humans called heroes.

Blinded by victory.

The heart is covered with cheers.

Heroes in shining armor are, after all, nothing more than executioners who ignore the pain of others—

So their only ending is to fall.

...to degenerate into something inferior to anyone.

This is our one and only end—

Is this...a play of fate?

As if I couldn't bear it anymore.

Hot tears kept gushing from the eyes that were once emerald green like gems, but now cloudy due to the mist, and slid down the thin cheeks to the chin.

"Woo... woo ah ah...!"

Saber yelled hoarsely, grasping the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and slashed at the black knight at a lightning-like high speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The black knight—no, it was Lancelot who roared.Without the slightest hesitation, he swung the "Indestructible Lake Light" with the blade shining like water, and faced Saber's long sword head-on.

"...Don't you destroy it?"

As Morrigan gazed at the Grail, a quiet inquiry came from behind him.

She didn't look back, just smiled slightly, and replied with the same flat voice: "Ah, actually, I'm thinking about it too. But...if you just destroy this key...it's not the same as destroying the Holy Grail. It makes me very sorry."

She turned her head, looked sideways at the heroic spirit who had transformed from a spirit body into a physical body behind her, and slightly bent her eyes.

A man who exploded with murderous intent because of her followers, and furious because of her determination.

After hiding for so long, so long that she almost lost her patience, did she finally appear?

Morrigan watched him happily, his black eyes narrowing slightly in a smile.

"Are you back?" she asked softly in a hoarse voice.

Anger flashed in the red eyes that looked at the black eyes.

The owner of the red pupils had nothing to hide, and stared straight at Morrigan, expressing his dissatisfaction clearly, but he didn't say anything after all.

He quickly moved his gaze away, and glanced at Kotomine Kirei who was standing among the rubble, without stopping at all, as if he didn't exist at all.

Then, his gaze stayed on Saber and Berserker for a moment, before it darkened slightly.

Morrigan laughed.

She approached Diarmuid intimately, put her arms around his neck, and carefully looked at the blood-colored eyes that he deliberately looked away from.

"I like you the way you are, Diarmuid."

She whispered hoarsely.

Diarmuid turned his gaze back.

He stared deeply at the goddess who took the initiative to embrace him, his face was full of anger, but helpless.He ruthlessly held the black-haired, black-clothed girl god in his arms, and bit her hard on the lips.

The goddess laughed.

She stood on tiptoe happily, not caring about Diarmuid's rough intimacy, but sticking out her tongue very naturally, licking his upper lip lightly.

Diarmuid immediately grabbed the tip of her tongue without hesitation.Suck, lick, then close her jaw again on the tip of her tongue.

"...no next time, Morrigan."

He let go of Morrigan's tongue and pressed his forehead against hers, threatening viciously.

Morrigan didn't answer.

She just rolled her eyes happily, just like in the beginning, that night when the moonlight filled the window, when he asked if she took his stone, she showed a sly smile.

"You are mine, knight."