?For a moment, the Knight King was the only one in front of him.

Shen He sighed in his heart, walked to Altria in small steps, but did not speak.

Because Altria should have the answer in her heart, and if she thought that she, the Master, could confide in her, she would naturally speak.

"Master..."

Altria's armor did not fade away, and she even bit her lower lip and bled without knowing it.

"Have I really taken the wrong path?" she asked.

If the study some time ago made her understand her shortcomings in governing, then today's question and answer with the King of Conquerors means that even her understanding of the King is a wrong path.

"If you want to ask right or wrong, then my answer has just been said." Shen He paused and told her in a firm voice, "You are not wrong."

"Even if I really can't guide my people correctly and eventually lead them to the abyss?" Altria asked back.

Combined with the modern knowledge she has learned in the past few days.

Altria had the answer in her heart. The right king should guide people to the right path, not just guard them like a knight.

Because only such a king can create a long-term stable and happy country.

"Well, let's imagine it." Shen He stared at her eyes and kept his peace. "What if you don't protect Britain as an unrivaled savior, but ravage the entire kingdom as a hegemon?"

"......This hypothesis."

Altria's mind flashed the scene of the last rebellion, which can be said to be a real corpse everywhere and blood flowing like a river.

Deep in her heart, she did make this assumption.

"That's you who first met me, right?" Shen He said softly, "But nothing will change. People will betray you again because of their fear of you. The civil war will continue. Even if you can win the war by relying on fear, when you die, Britain will be shattered in an instant."

"......"

Altria did not speak.

Because according to her current knowledge, what Shen He said is a fact that may happen.

Her steps were a little weak.

Altria's body shook, and she sat on the ground as if she had lost all her strength.

At this moment, she looked like a helpless little girl without the dream of being the Knight King.

"Altria." Shen He half squatted down, put his hands on her shoulders, and had to tell her the cruel fact, "In that era, no matter what you did or what others did, the demise of Britain was an inevitable result. This is not a history that can be reversed by one person or a few people."

"..."

Altria got a foresight the moment she pulled the sword out of the rock.

That was the final destruction.

Later, a magician also predicted that it was almost impossible to reverse the ending. She originally thought that she had made up her mind, but was still looking forward to the existence of a miracle.

But why...

There was no moment that could feel the despair more clearly than now. This was the despair brought to her by the knowledge that transcended the times and the kings of different times.

"It's so cruel... Master."

Altria murmured, her lips were bitten and bleeding, and suddenly, she swung her iron fist and hit the Master in front of her fiercely.

Shen He did not dodge.

Whether it is teaching her modern knowledge or letting the King of Conquerors promote the "Way of the King" as the historical victor, it can be called "cruel" behavior.

But when the fist hit Shen He, it was already weak.

Because the tears were hard to control.

The figure that once carried the hopes of the people of the entire era finally couldn't bear the collapse of that ideal, and cried like an ordinary little girl.

Cry...

Shen He quietly closed the entire space, just staring at the girl who was burned out by the overly ambitious dream in her chest.

Crying out will make you feel much better.

Altria, indeed, has never had such a hysterical venting of her heart swallowed by sadness and despair.

Even if she goes back to the past through the Holy Grail, even if she creates a Britain that will never perish through the knowledge that transcends the times, it can't make up for the scars in her heart, because the belief she has always insisted on is a dream that can never be realized.

I don't know how long she cried.

She cried until her eyes were red and swollen, her throat was a little hoarse, and she lay on the cold floor without a trace of strength.

Tears began to dry.

"Altria." Shen He gently held her hand, which was still wearing armor, "Do you still have the strength to hold the sword?"

"......"

Altria turned her head slightly.

The face of the Master was reflected in her swollen vision.

"Let me ask you." Shen He held her hand slightly, "Now that it is clear that no matter how you fight, you will be destroyed, do you still have the strength to hold the sword?"

"I..."

Altria subconsciously wanted to answer.

But the answer as a heroic spirit and a knight could not be uttered in her mouth.

In the past, even if there was pain and trouble, it contained the glory of victory, which was the strength that supported her holding the sword.

But if victory could not come from the beginning...

"What is the name of your treasure?"

Shen He asked again, but then, before Altria opened her mouth, he gave the answer.

"Sword of Contracted Victory!"

Shen He looked down at his servant, without any pity or sympathy in his eyes.

"Fighting for ten years, going through twelve battles without a single defeat, this merit and glory is the lifelong pursuit of countless warriors, and it is also the glory of the sword in your hand. So, you want to deny the victory in those miracles because of the final destruction?"

"I..." Altria opened her mouth slightly.

"You are my servant." Shen He interrupted her mercilessly, "I have known your ending for a long time, but I still long to have you, because in my heart, your glory cannot be denied by anyone, and no one can overthrow it. The king who is struggling towards his dream with thorns, this alone will bring you supreme charm."

"But..." Altria's lips moved slightly, "I failed in the end."

"Yes, it's heartbreaking, and I can't even bear to watch it again... but it's fascinating."

Shen He's fingers gently stroked her tied-up golden hair, and her cold eyes finally couldn't help but bring a hint of intoxication.

It's better to say.

The final destruction is the final result of falling into the curse called ideal.

It was like the regret of a Venus with a broken arm.

That was the charm of Altria.

It was so pitiful that one wanted to hold her in his arms, to be the pillar she could rely on, to support her tender shoulders. It was not

until he noticed the blush gradually appearing on Altria's face that Shen He realized that his behavior was a bit too much.

He withdrew his hand without a trace.

Altria also sat up again, slowly taking off the silver armor on her body, and changed into her home clothes again, a white slim-fitting top and a blue knee-length skirt, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Master..."

"Altria..."

After a while, the two of them almost happened at the same time, and then stopped, staring at each other with big eyes.

In the end, Altria stood up a little restrainedly and bent slightly.

"As a servant, I made you worry so much, which is really my fault."

"No... Just don't blame me."

Seeing Altria's ahoge on her head shaking, Shen He finally felt relieved.

The Knight King didn't collapse so easily.

As long as he could let her cry and reduce the obsession in her heart, Shen He believed that she could get over it.

"In addition, the Holy Grail..."

Artoria wanted to give up the Holy Grail, but Shen He waved his hand to interrupt her.

"I will still see if I can get the Holy Grail. Even if you don't need that kind of thing anymore, it's better to avoid it from falling into other people's hands."

"...Yeah."

Artoria nodded lightly, but she still looked a little depressed.

The obsession that has always existed, even if you have realized the futile despair, is not so easy to completely abandon.

Shen He lifted the blockade of this space.

Joan of Arc rushed in directly from outside.

"Master, are you okay...?"

In Joan of Arc's eyes, Artoria stood obediently in front of Shen He, her red and swollen eyes and slightly red cheeks seemed to be telling something.

"Ahem." Shen He coughed twice. "Jeanne, you're just in time. Take Altria to eat something. I guess she's almost starving."

"Oh."

Jeanne looked back and forth between Shen He and Altria with some suspicion.

But she also knew that now was not the time to ask.

Let's talk about it in the evening, hum.

Shen He didn't realize Jeanne's mood. He was still a little happy in his heart. Although he didn't have the determination to pursue his dream on the edge of death like Shirou Emiya, as long as Altria could face and accept her failure, the rest would just be feeding and feeding .

I still look forward to the cute and lovely Dai Mao Wang in life.

This time in the Type-Moon world, only a travel card was used, and Altria's mood was guided. It has been almost thirty hours without rest.

Even Shen He couldn't help feeling a little mentally tired.

However, now is still not the time to rest, because it's dawn.

"Master, when will we go next time?"

Saiki Kusuo seemed to ask casually while eating breakfast.

"The next step is to seize the Holy Grail." Shen He thought about what to do next. "If possible, do some good things by the way. It would be great if we can get rid of them all in one day. But that Shining..."

To be frank, in the Type-Moon world in this world line, only Gilgamesh is enough to pose a threat to Chaldea.

Standing at the top of many servants.

Even if the power is not strong enough due to the limitations of servants, the Doraemon-like nature alone is enough to give people a headache.

The serious Gilgamesh can be regarded as a small bug.

"In the legend of the King of Heroes, after returning from the journey to find the immortal grass, he also transformed into an existence like the Wise King, right?" Saiki Kusuo asked. "

Yes, if it is summoned with the caster class, it is basically the Wise King Shining, although I think the young Shining is cuter." Shen He sighed, and then looked at Saiki Kusuo strangely, "Why are you interested in these things?"

With Saiki Kusuo's personality, he should be the person who is most afraid of such troubles.

"Whose fault do you think this is?" Saiki Kusuo complained silently.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault."

Shen He was a little embarrassed, so he stopped dwelling on this issue.

It was he, the Master, who had originally dragged Saiki Kusuo into these things.

Saiki Kusuo did not continue to explain.

The person with long green hair who died in tears appeared in his mind.

The only friend of Jin Shanshan didn't want to see Jin Shanshan lonely until the end, and probably didn't want to see the hero king immersed in joy. Saiki Kusuo always felt that the psychic divination might have touched the soul of that person in the process of tracing, and then saw such a will and request. I

was asked indirectly. Oh, it's really troublesome.     Saiki Kusuo ate the coffee pudding much faster, as if he wanted to dispel his depression.     Shen He ate his breakfast in two or three bites, and then snatched some exquisite and delicious cakes from Altria in front of her with dissatisfied eyes, and carefully packed them in a lunch box. I

just     got the news from Dr. Guatai that Sakura's operation has been completely completed. She     should have woken up now.     Although it would be better to eat some fruit, Shen He always felt that children should like these delicious snacks more.     After hurriedly coming to the infirmary with the lunch box, Shen He subconsciously slowed down his pace, and the expression on his face was a little tense, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.     Then he opened the door.     The first thing he saw was Sakura's smile.     She looked a little pale and a little restrained, but she was undoubtedly laughing, as if Euphemia had said something funny.     "Brother Shen."     Nanali, who was also in the ward, noticed Shen He.     The smile on Ying's face suddenly disappeared, and she turned around and looked at this man who was still very unfamiliar to her.     "Father." She called out obediently but timidly.     "Yeah." Shen He responded softly, and even if it was a response, it took a long time before he remembered to ask, "How do you... feel?"     "Much better." Ying pursed her lips, "Thank you for your concern, father." "     ...Don't say thank you anymore in the future."     Shen He pulled the corners of his mouth, but still didn't laugh.     "I understand."     Ying nodded seriously, obviously treating this as something like tutoring.     "..." Shen He also realized that he was acting a little stiff.     When he was outside, he obviously wanted to show a little closer.     "Brother Shen." Nanali smiled like a little fox, "What did you hide behind you?"     "Uh." Shen He realized that he had accidentally put the lunch box behind him, and immediately took it out in a hurry, "This... Doctor Gua Tai asked me to bring some breakfast, Ying, you should be hungry too." "..." Doctor Gua     Tai     opened his mouth and wanted to say that he didn't let Shen He have breakfast, but under Shen He's stern gaze, he closed his mouth.     Ying opened her eyes wide and looked at her adoptive father and the lunch box with a cute bear pattern handed to her.     She took it gently.     She didn't say thank you again, but there was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.