Two golden holy swords sprinted against each other with the determination of the sword holder, and the holy swords fought each other and emitted dazzling sparks.

If you cannot agree with the other party’s beliefs, you will use the sword in your hand to determine the success or failure of your will.

The two knights, both of them, also used their swords to make their hearts cry.

It is absolutely not allowed to let such a ruthless person become king.

I don't know when it started, but the girl had forgotten the identity of the other party's fake object and decided that the will of Jianwu in her hand was only anger at the enemy's actions and fear of being denied.

Become king in order to protect the people, but give up the will to protect the people.

The person in front of her is King Arthur in her heart, not the King Arthur she ideally thought.

This battle is no longer a battle between reality and false things, nor a battle between light and darkness, but a battle about wishes, choices, and a confrontation about the way of kings.

But, in front of King Arthur, what is the chance of winning for the girl who was once King Arthur? She didn't know, she only knew that she wanted to do one thing.

"Absolutely, let the cold King Arthur appear."

"Liya, don't you understand? As the king, you carry the wishes of everyone, so you cannot respond to anyone's wishes."

"Shut up—!"

Never let her voice shake her will.

But the verdict of the Holy White King still resounded in her ears and in her heart.

"You cannot respond to everyone's wishes, you cannot respond to anyone's wishes. Once the king's way is tilted by your weakness, it will inevitably lead to collapse."

"Bastard, what I do is for everyone. You must not be indifferent to the pain in front of you-!"

"So, even if you believe in your rightness, you still can't forget the village you sacrificed for victory-"

The questioning of the White King like a sharp arrow piercing his heart made Artoria roar in pain. The girl's green pupils lit up a dark golden light like a dragon. She waved the golden holy sword, and the huge magic power swept the storm and pressed down on the Holy White King.

However, another holy sword that could determine the king waved his hand and faced the terrifying war storm in front of him.

The next moment, the wind is still the wind, and the sword is just a sword. The holy sword named caliburn easily held the holy sword that made a vow of victory.

"That's right, I'm still glad I still have such precious memories."

The golden blades intertwine again, and the sword-wielding man of the Saint White forced the storm to open the front. A beautiful and familiar face passed by Artoria's eyes. The beautiful girl's face showed an expression of anger, pain, and struggle for the first time.

The storm rolled up by the sword shattered the enemy's image as if it was reflected on the lake, and her long golden hair flew away with her master. The sound of the White King's first excitement came from the air.

"If you believe you are not wrong, why didn't you keep going?!"

"What……"

Is it anger or something? The sword in his hand trembled for a moment, and the complex feelings filled with his chest drove the holy sword again, chasing him to face the enemy relentlessly.

In the field of view, divided by the blade, Artoria saw the other party's face calmed down again, and the reflection of herself in the other party's turquoise pupils.

And the sorrow, mercy, sorrow, transcendent peace and complex emotions intertwined in it penetrated her heart.

"Why do you start to think about human behavior trying to bring happiness to those who wish, but in the end you give them disaster--"

The Holy Sword was in a mess, and the hesitant Golden Blade was easily blocked by the opponent.

"Gnevrey, you are worried that you cannot give her true happiness, so you sit down and watch her hand over your heart to the most loyal knight."

“That’s…”

That would make Gnevir smile happily.

so--

“That’s nothing wrong.”

"But you destroyed your own Knights-!"

“——It’s not their fault.”

It was me who didn't handle it well, it was not Gneville's fault, nor was it Lancelot's fault.

The heavy golden sword hangs down, and the blue girl entangled in pain. Although her green pupils were already wet and her smooth and white skin was distorted by herself, she raised her head arrogantly, trying to deny the accusations she was about to face.

but--

"That's because you haven't fulfilled your duties as the king--!"

The last blow fell cruelly.

"The king cannot have shortcomings, and the king's queen must be perfect."

Gnevre, indeed, is so gentle and perfect after.

"She sacrificed herself to live to be a perfect queen, but you let the queen fall for your own reasons."

"I just want her to feel real happiness, as complete happiness as an ordinary person."

"But you failed her sacrifice and could not fulfill the king's duties in the face of the mistakes she made."

"…I can't hurt Gnevir."

The girl's voice of resistance was so weak and powerless.

"The establishment of the kingdom is the sacrifice of countless people that can gather under your banner. Only by carrying their sacrifices can you become the perfect king."

"The people who died for victory became lonely Gnevre, who would never get the beloved woman, and the knights who swung their swords toward their close friends. It was their sacrifice that ensured the order of the kingdom. Who allowed the collapse of order for his personal wish?"

At some point, Bai Zhishou had approached Saber and made the final question with a cold voice.

"yes……"

Can't open your mouth.

The girl's hands holding the sword were trembling, her body lost its support, and her thoughts were collapsing. She was carrying it with difficulty, looking at the figure of the king who was blurred in tears.

That was her figure.

The king, who is as pure as the incarnation of light, gathers the hope of everyone.

The ten years of becoming king have been undefeated through countless battlefields.

However, the pride and pride of being the king have now quietly left.

"It was me who made an unforgivable mistake..."

When did it start?

Become unable to understand their feelings.

No matter how I did it, I didn’t satisfy the people around me.

——Wang, I don’t understand people’s hearts.

Respect becomes doubt.

Desire turned into disappointment.

No matter how you choose, it will always hurt innocent people.

So gradually, I became unable to bear myself.

"No, that's not your fault."

A clear voice suddenly woke her up.

The blue girl who barely stood in the sword raised her head in surprise and looked at the Holy White King, the King of Dreams in front of her.

At this time, the king slowly reached out and grabbed Artoria's left hand. The silver steel gloves touched each other. The white saber's actions were so gentle.

Lift your left hand under the guidance of the Knight King, and then—

Her left hand held the King's sword.

——The Holy Sword that Decises the King, caliburn.

The tip of the sword drooped without hostility, let Artoria's left hand be placed on the hilt of the sword, and finally held the long-lost sword again. Artoria's left hand was trembling, and her body was trembling with excitement.

The left hand of the Holy White King gently wrapped Artoria's sword-holding left hand and said seriously again.

"Artolia, that's not your fault - it's just that you're too gentle."

Just as holding the key to the heart of the people, the other party's thoughts and the king's will, came so firmly towards the girl named Artoria.

——Artolia, that's not your fault.

When did it start? The king who violated morality lost the sword that decided to be the king, held the undefeated sword, and has never lost the battle.

However, the girl's heart felt an irreversible failure.

Is it like this to be the king?

The king was too cruel to sacrifice people who did not need to sacrifice.

The king is too ruthless, and even his own knight cannot understand.

——But that's all wrong.

The king does not need to understand the human heart.

The king does not need someone's short and small heart to shake.
To be continued...