After a battle against the enemy, the rifted Knight's Holy Sword was inserted into the ground by its master, as if waiting for my repair.

As soon as the black and white heavy armored gloves released the damaged holy sword, the pure black color spread the white realm. They held the other saber with their hands together, and there was no light in their whole body.

The current holder of the Black Holy Sword is almost exactly the same as another black lancer, with an ominous feeling all over his body.

However, in the face of this terrible image, I didn't have any emotions other than peace.

Because the last time I was attacked by Yoonoki Kirei, Saber saved me in his current image.

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I knew that the clear sound of steel stepping on the steps at that time would not let anyone hurt me, the girl in front of me was the saber.

And now, she is asking me for help.

"Shirou, help me, I can't hear the sounds of the knights..."

As the power of the sword in the stone faded, could she not even summon the Knight of the Round Table?

It may also be that the Knights of the Round Table have always been by their king, but only the sword in the stone can allow them to serve the king.

"Shirou, be careful!"

Ilia quietly grabbed my sleeve beside me, and I replied with a reassuring look, and then walked towards the holy sword that was stuck to the ground.

"Is this the sword I created?"

A figure of a girl practicing sword alone on the hillside appeared in my mind. It was the whole life of the girl before pulling out the holy sword. In a dream, the girl took the initiative to pass on her memory to me, including all the information of the holy sword, so I was able to create such a perfect holy sword.

No, this holy sword also has some defects, and it is very likely that this is a defective product created by a magician named Merlin, which is why he is so easily damaged.

"Shirou, please."

Black Saber was thanking me seriously, and his earnest look made the blue girl next to me a little uneasy.

Saber, Artoria, even if he has regarded me as a master, he has never given up his pride and begged me so sincerely.

This is a plea that I cannot refuse.

I stood in front of the Golden Sword, admiring the gorgeous figure of the Holy Sword, and holding it unnaturally towards the hilt of the sword.

"I'll try it first. Although this is the holy sword I created, I have never tried to repair such a high-level weapon."

The grasp is actually more than seven points, but holding the other party's holy sword in front of King Arthur, the feeling of passing overwhelming makes me less confident.

As I walked, Black Saber kept his distance from me and lowered his head restraintly until the blue girl hesitated to walk forward to protect me, she suddenly said coldly.

"Liya, please stay away from Shirou and stay away from me."

“Huh?”

Suddenly hearing the unexpected speech, the blue girl Ria subconsciously clasped her right hand holding the sword. She turned around and looked at the sarvent in front of her seriously.

Liya suddenly remembered that in the face of this mirror image of herself who changed from pure white to pure black, she had not even looked at the other party from an angle other than the enemy.

"Saber, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want you to disturb Shirou, nor do I want to cut you down with one sword now."

Black Saber said simply.

"It seems that you have a lot of opinions about me."

Saber raised his eyebrows, and she had been facing an opponent that was so similar to her, and she always felt an uncontrollable irritability in her heart.

"Isn't my situation caused by you?"

"What--?"

Black Saber's hand holding the sword was raised, and she forced her to suppress it. Now Black Saber is indeed forcibly suppressing her hostility.

But she couldn't help but look up and glar at Saber.

"You and I are one, but aren't you always sacrificing me to be the king?!"

This is probably the weirdest accusation Saber has experienced in his life. Riya feels ridiculous, but she really realizes that the other party’s accusation is not wrong.

The blue girl looked at the other person carefully, wanted to communicate seriously, but couldn't find the right way.

——Which part of me are you?

No matter how you ask, you can only feel weird.

"call……"

After looking at each other strangely, she didn't expect that the person who relaxed first was Hei Saber. She let out a long breath and finally let go of the resentment that emerged from the bottom of her heart.

"No wonder Lancer will beat him to the death as soon as he meets his mirror. It's not easy to resist this impulse."

The blue girl's anger seemed to be rising one after another, but as Black Saber retreated, she finally held back her anger.

"I think we should have a good talk later."

I witnessed the strange hostility of the two sabers. After seeing that they were willing to maintain peace, I finally began to repair this holy sword.

At that moment, the sound of Saber Black trying to keep peace came to his ears.

"Seriously, Leah, you shouldn't be here, and you shouldn't be here."

Those things will be discussed later. Now, I only have the holy sword in front of me.

The sword body forged by gold is noble and as hard as diamonds.

The silver shiny blade is pure and invincible.

The sword is engraved with elves and magical words like talismans, which record the concept of swords.

——Anyone who can draw this sword from the stone platform is the king of destiny in England.

This is the shell of the sword.

If the world is chaotic and disorderly and life is not at peace, hold this sword to determine the order of the world, and all things in the world will do their own ways, and good and evil in the world will be rewarded and punished. Those who hold this sword will be the king of the world.

This is the concept of a sword.

But that's not complete.

Go back along the straight and brilliant blade until the beginning of time.

I stood alone on the vast grassland, and the clear wind blew by my side.

This is no longer a deserted sword cemetery.

Instead, it is a Sacred Land of Swords that is decorated with all the beautiful things.

Bright light passes through the high white clouds and falls on countless brilliant and gorgeous sword weapons.

With a reverence, I looked upwards along the glory of the Golden Holy Sword.

Through the intertwined light, through the white clouds, through the blue sky that is as transparent as a gem, and directly to the dark star field at the highest point.

Huge stars passed through the edge of the small earth, and the dazzling light emitted turned into pure lines, gathering in the smaller sword holy realm on the earth.

Against one of the lights, my eyes fell on the farthest and most upstream star of the Star River.

It was a white-haired old man, thinking hard under the tree, and the dagger in his hand was unconsciously carved on the ground, answering the problems in his heart and analyzing the truth of the world.

Finally got the answer, the old man laughed happily and nailed the dagger into the trunk beside him.

It was clearly just an ordinary picture, but the line of vision suddenly burned, spreading from the optic nerve to the brain marrow.

Um-

The consciousness involuntarily escaped from the dagger, causing unbearable pain.

At the last glance, I only knew that the dagger had deformed under a certain will and became another shape that was completely unseen.

Oh my God, that is the sword in the tree, the original sword of order.

In the mythical era of chaos and gods and demons dancing wildly, the holy sword that formulates worldly order.

His creator is the God of the Sky, the father of the gods Odin.

The sword garm in the tree, I have never seen that sword before, and I can't see his impression no matter what. Perhaps in this era, only in the treasure house of Gilgamesh can he see his image.

Consciousness falls along the light, feels the purification and change of the concept of sword, and is finally added to new ideas by new creators.

To establish order is the king. If you walk with a sword, you will practice the kingly way.

By gathering the power of sentient beings as heroes and holding the sword of protection, it is the way of knights.

Using the world as a furnace, cast the King of Knights' Sword.

Name it-

caliburn—!

The Sword of the King of Destiny -!

Consciousness returns to reality, and before us is a brilliant golden holy sword.
Chapter completed!