?Altria stared at the Servant in front of her.

The opponent's strength was much weaker than her as a complete body, but at this distance, even she could not save the old priest from the tip of the spear.

As for giving up the safety of the old priest...

Altria slightly exerted force on her hands holding the invisible sword.

Of course, she didn't care about the Command Spell, but if the knight couldn't protect the weak, it would be meaningless. This was her way of knighthood.

The scene was deadlocked.

Only the surging magic power was accumulating.

But such a stalemate was destined not to last too long, because the third-party intruder was approaching.

It was Tohsaka Tokiomi who hurried over with several magicians.

"Lancer!" Tohsaka Tokiomi shouted loudly, "The chief warrior of the Irish Fianna Knights, wouldn't this bring shame to your glory?"

"..."

Diarmait bit his teeth in humiliation.

But his body was not under control at all.

Just by looking at the other party's demeanor, Tohsaka Tokiomi knew very well that this was Lancer's master, and Kenneth used the Command Spell on him.

As for Chaldea...Tousaka Tokiomi looked at Altria, and it was obvious that only one person had come.

So, should we use the Command Seals?

Tousaka Tokiomi thought in his heart that if he used the Command Seals to control Gilgamesh, he could only choose between killing Lancer and saving the priest, or consume two Command Seals.

If he saved the priest, the lost Command Seals should be replenished.

The key is... whether Gilgamesh can save the priest.

Tousaka Tokiomi thought about the pros and cons quickly in his mind, and finally believed that the priest as the supervisor should not be allowed to encounter misfortune, and the Tousaka family should not be allowed to have a gap with the church because of this.

But just when he had made his choice and raised his right hand.

Roar——!

A roar like a demon sounded from outside the door.

The huge black knight tore through the door of the church and rushed in. The top of the long stick covered with blood-colored patterns shot lead bullets at Tousaka Tokiomi like a machine gun.

The attack range even covered the entire church.

Bang bang bang!

Artoria swung her sword to deflect the lead bullets that were shot at her, while protecting herself from the range that attacked the old priest and Diarmait.

However, under this sudden and precise attack, Tohsaka Tokiomi's right hand engraved with the Command Seal was instantly torn apart.

"Let's begin." Gilgamesh in the sky gently shook his wine glass and looked at the man in black in front of him, "Is this the ball you prepared for me? Although it is of poor quality, this clumsiness is also part of the pleasure."

"As long as the king likes it." Kotomine Kirei bowed respectfully.

Even though he knew that his father and his teacher were facing the crisis of death because of his behavior below, he didn't care, because the sense of betrayal that kept emerging in his heart had turned into joy and overwhelmed him.

For the first time, Kotomine Kirei felt the favor of the Lord.

He finally found what he was looking for, which was the catharsis of hatred and the joy of controlling everything.

"Heh." Gilgamesh chuckled, "Interesting, when Tohsaka Tokiomi dies, you will be my subject."

Tohsaka Tokiomi's arm engraved with the Command Seal had been broken.

This kind of thing, like a magic circuit, will lose its function once it is taken away from the body. There is no doubt that Matou Kariya was given a special order after being told by someone.

Gilgamesh looked down again.

In his eyes, the suppressed screams of Tousaka Tokiomi were like punishing a rebellious minister. This feeling was the joy of being a king.

The miscellaneous cultivators who dared to disobey the king should face a tragic fate.

At this time, Artoria did feel the challenge.

When she arrived here, Diarmait had already said that he would kill the old priest as long as he was attacked by anyone, but the berserker that appeared in front of him was a range attack that did not distinguish between enemies and friends.

Where is the master of the berserker?

Artoria looked at Matou Kariya, who was leaning against the wall of the church not far away. He was suppressing the pain in his body, but staring at Tousaka Tokiomi who was fleeing everywhere with great excitement.

He not only wanted to kill the other party, but also tortured the other party to vent the pain he had endured in the past year.

The extremely hateful gaze made Artoria frown slightly.

Now she could understand this emotion.

It was useless to say anything to someone who was in hatred.

But -

"Even if it was hatred, innocent people should not be involved."

The path of the Knight King was to protect the weak. Artoria held the sword in her hand and rushed towards the berserker. However, at the moment when she blocked the long stick, the berserker roared as if it was greatly stimulated.

This was...

Artoria had an inexplicable feeling, as if the other party knew her offensive very well. She

was even very familiar with this sword protected by the invisible sheath.

The most important thing was that

hatred was attracted to her.

Artoria, who kept jumping back, had to accept this exact fact that the other party was a warrior who had seen her before her death, and even abandoned the goal of the Master because of this, and instead launched an attack on her.

But this was exactly what she intended.

Lead this uncommunicable berserker to a position away from Lancer to avoid the death of the old priest due to the spread of the war.

"It's almost here."

Artoria came to an empty garden, stopped, turned around and focused her attack on the black knight's armor with precise chops. The tremendous power of the heroic spirit directly knocked the opponent dozens of meters away, destroying a large number of flying petals before she barely stopped.

Even a berserker with superior attributes cannot defeat the Knight King who appears in the true form of a heroic spirit.

"Since you have recognized me as the King of Britain, Artoria Pendragon, and challenged me, you should state your name - if you still believe in the glory of the knight."

Artoria said in a deep voice.

She had already scanned the enemies she had defeated in the past in her mind, but could not find any existence that matched the person in front of her.

That was undoubtedly a very superb fighting skill, which should have left a deep impression on people.

Unless...

Jeanne's friend before her death, Jill's fallen appearance appeared in Artoria's mind, giving her a very bad feeling.

"Click, click..."

It was like the sound of gears turning.

The black knight stood up from the petals, and the sound of the black armor turning was mixed with a chilling hoarse laugh.

The helmet that covered the entire head was gradually removed.

As if a nightmare had become reality, Artoria felt the world's malice towards her. Even her hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and an indescribable chill ran up her spine and into her mind.

"Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake."

The name of the knight who had fallen into a berserker was murmured by Artoria.

He was a member of the Knights of the Round Table, one of King Arthur's most trusted companions.

"Arthur!"

With a roar like a beast, the black knight revealed his face and finally showed his true treasure, the "Indestructible Lake Light" corresponding to the name of the Knight of the Lake.

Nothing could better confirm the other party's identity than this sword, and it completely tore apart the only fantasy that Artoria had left.

"Do you hate me so much? My friend..."

Artoria asked sadly, but what she got was a murderous attack, as if it was the best response.

Until this moment.

Only then could she deeply understand that Joan of Arc could still firmly hold the weapon in front of her old friend. It was a tough heart. The ordinary-born girl had a dignity that even she, the king, could not match.

"What happened cannot be changed. Everyone needs to bear the sins they have committed." Altria murmured what Joan of Arc had just said, swinging the sword as if it was carrying an unbearable weight, "Ordering the execution of the princess... Guinevere... That was my fault, so I will bear all your hatred!"

The surging magic power was released from the sword, and the girl who fought for glory until the last moment ushered in a battle that did not belong to glory.

Every collision between swords tortured Altria's heart.

Those were the subordinates she once trusted, who suffered and endured pain for her glory.

The fallen knight in the lake held high the attack called "resentment".

"Yes, I felt it all!"

Artoria gritted her teeth, knocked the black knight's weapon away with all her strength, and raised her sword to strike.

"My fault, your hatred... Lancelot, I will not ask for your forgiveness, but the victory represented by this sword is you, the thing that everyone has to protect even if they sacrifice their lives and endure everything. Even if I am the only one left, I must stick to this honor!"

At this moment, the motivation that drives Artoria to wield the sword is no longer the wish to protect the country.

It is the glory that the Knight King and all the knights who follow the Knight King will surely win.

This honor does not allow Artoria to retreat.

So -

the surging magic power suppressed the heaviness in her heart. Artoria, who has already made clear herself, no longer has the slightest weakness. She is a knight who vows to win. Even if what stands in front of her is her own fault and unparalleled guilt, she must win.

Bang!

With a heavy crash, the armor that combined superior performance with artistic beauty could no longer withstand the heavy sword of the Knight King. With

a terrifying sound, it exploded.

Then there was the sound of a sharp blade entering the body. Artoria opened her eyes tightly and forced herself to look at the sword that pierced her friend's body.

The battle is over.

"King..." A nostalgic voice.

Looking up, the eyes of the Black Knight, at the moment of returning from defeat, seemed to be freed from the crazy curse and restored the calm eyes like the calm lake in the past.

"Lancelot."

The tears that Artoria had been holding back flowed from her eyes as if they could no longer be tolerated under this familiar sight.

"This is really..."

Lancelot seemed to have seen the King's tears for the first time. He raised his palm in shock, but put it down because of weakness.

In the end, it just turned into a relieved chuckle.

"The king has changed."

"Yes..." Altria lowered her eyes, "I was lucky to meet a master who cares about me. He made me understand what unforgivable mistakes I made in the past."

"No, as a king, you did nothing wrong." Lancelot shook his head gently, smiled bitterly and continued, "The reason why I resent you... is because until the end, you did not punish me personally, and did not ask me for the crime because of anger. Ahem, this made me, and the princess... deeply blame ourselves for betraying the most important person until the end." Compared

with hating the king's selflessness, what

Lancelot really hated was himself who indirectly caused the Knights of the Round Table to fall apart.

"Lancelot." Artoria raised her head again, her tearful eyes firmly staring at her former subordinate, "I have decided... to accept my failure. From now on, I will only exist as a knight guarding the glory of victory."

"So... ahem." Lancelot's reaction was far more bland than Artoria had expected, "Originally, everything could no longer be changed... I am no longer your loyal knight..."

It seemed to be with the last trace of regret.

The body of the black knight slowly dissipated with the wind.

Artoria opened her mouth. She still had a lot of things to say to her former subordinates, such as... the apology for being a king but bringing the kingdom to destruction.

However, all words no longer had any meaning to the other party.

After a long silence in this empty garden, Artoria wiped the corners of her eyes and returned to the noble posture that was entrusted with infinite blessings and hopes.

This kind of crying is probably the last time.

Because knights cannot be weak.

Artoria held the sword in her hand and rushed to the church in the distance again. The victory she promised to her master was not yet complete.

When she arrived at the church, she saw the dying Matou Kariya and the Tohsaka Tokiomi who had a broken arm, was bitten by insects and was sitting on the ground gasping for breath.

In this battle between the two enemies, Tohsaka Tokiomi still won.

Until the end, Matou Kariya did not use the command spell to forcibly summon the berserker.

This Master understood the Berserker's desire to fight driven by hatred, but it was a pity that he, a half-baked magician, was still slightly defeated even against the seriously injured Tohsaka Tokiomi.

With thoughts of Aoi, Matou Kariya slowly closed his eyes.

Then...

Artoria looked at Lancer who still kept the tip of the gun pointed at the old priest. It seemed that the only way to contact the control of the Command Spell was to let the other Master give the order again.

"Is this the case?"

Shen He received a call from Artoria.

He didn't care much about the safety of the old priest, but understood Artoria's chivalry.

"I roughly understand, you wait there first, I will arrange other things."

Shen He didn't expect that Artoria would meet Lancelot again, but looking at her, it seemed that this time she was not as unbearable as in the original book.

This is his own credit, allowing his servant to grow up.