I, the heroic substitute, was exposed

"Ah, Saber? I want to make sure... that the destruction of England should have been in your era, when you ruled?"

"Yes! So I can't forgive myself."

Artoria heard the words, her tone became firmer.

"So I'm very unwilling and want to change that ending! It's because of me that I led to that ending..."

Unexpectedly, someone burst out laughing.

It was a vulgar laughter that disregarded any understanding, and this laughter came from the mouth of Gilgamesh, who exuded golden brilliance.

Facing this great humiliation, Artoria's face was full of anger.

Her most cherished thing was actually laughed at by Gilgamesh.

"...Archer, what's so funny."

Not minding Artoria's anger, the Golden Heroic Spirit replied intermittently while laughing:

"--self-proclaimed king--praised by all the people--such a person would be 'unwilling'? Ha! How can you not laugh at this? A masterpiece! Saber, you are the best clown!"

Beside the smiling Gilgamesh, Iskandar also frowned and looked at Artoria with some displeasure.

"Wait—you wait for the king of knights first, do you want to deny the history you created?"

Arturia, who had never had any doubts about her ideals, would naturally not be overwhelmed by him at this moment.

"Exactly. Surprised? Funny? As king, the country for which I gave my life is destroyed. I mourns, what's wrong?"

What answered her was another burst of laughter from Gilgamesh.

"Hey, did you hear Rider! This little girl who calls herself the King of Knights... actually said 'dedicated to the country'!"

The answer to Gilgamesh was Iskandar's gradually deepening silence.

To Artoria, this was the same insult as being laughed at.

"I don't know what's funny. As a king, you should stand up and work hard for the prosperity of your country!"

"you are wrong."

Iskandar denied her words firmly and solemnly.

"It is not the king who sacrifices himself, but the country and the people who dedicate their everything to the king. Make no mistake about this."

"What did you say--"

Artoria couldn't hold back her anger anymore, she shouted loudly.

"—Isn't that a tyrant! Rider, Archer, it's a big mistake for you to be such a king!"

"Indeed. But we're not just tyrants, we're heroes."

Iskandar replied calmly, without even moving an eyebrow.

"So Saber, if there is a king who is dissatisfied with the results of his governance of the country, it can only mean that he is a fool, worse than a tyrant."

[History has been changed a bit, and the original people in this world no longer exist. 】

[So what's the difference between this and creating a singularity? 】

[Even if the King of Knights said so, every king has his own way of being a king and pursues his own beliefs.As far as the King of Heroes is concerned, I admit his approach.How many kings can be called tyrants in history?How many can be called the perfect king? 】

【Siduri came out to write a diary, and Shining laughed again until her abdominal muscles hurt. 】

Chapter 205 202. The King's Banquet—Closing!

"Iskandar, you... the empire you created was finally divided into four parts. Are you really not unhappy about this? Don't you want to do it all over again and save the country?"

"Do not want to."

The King of Conquerors replied immediately, holding his chest out, looking directly into the stern gaze of the King of Knights.

"If my decision and my courtiers lead to this, then destruction is inevitable. I will mourn and cry, but I will never regret it."

"how come……"

"Not to mention the attempt to subvert history! This kind of stupid behavior is an insult to all the human beings in the era I built!"

Regarding Iskandar's proud words, Arturia denied:

"You're just saying this based on the glory of the warrior. The people don't think so, what they need is salvation."

"You mean they want the king's salvation?"

Iskandar shrugged and laughed.

"I don't understand! What's the point of this kind of thing?"

"This is the duty of a king!"

This time it was Arturia's turn to speak proudly:

"Right rule, right order, this is what all subjects expect."

"Then you are the 'correct' slave?"

"You can say that. Dedicating your life to your ideals is worthy of being a king."

Without a trace of doubt, the young knight king nodded.

"Through the king, people can understand law and order. The king should not embody something that goes away with the king's death, but something more noble."

Looking at Artoria who was still determined, Iskandar shook his head as if pitying her.

"It's not a path of survival that a man would choose."

"Yes. Since you are born as a king, you can't expect to live the life of ordinary people."

In order to become the perfect monarch, in order to become the embodiment of ideals, she is willing to give up her body and throw away her personal relationships.

The life of a girl named Arturia was completely changed the moment she pulled that sword out of the rock.From

After that,

She became synonymous with undefeated legend, hymn and fantasy.

There has been pain, there has been trouble, but it contains the glory of victory.The belief that will never change supports her sword-holding arm to this day.

"King of Conquerors, someone like you who only cares about yourself will not understand my beliefs. You are just a tyrant who is carried away by desire!"

Arturia snapped.Iskandar who was scolded immediately opened his eyes wide.

"A king without desire is better than a vase."

Iskandar's yelling and his huge size made him even more terrifying.

"Saber, you just said 'dedicate yourself to your ideals'. Indeed, you were a clean saint in the past, unparalleled in holiness. But who would expect to be martyred for an ideal? Who would think day and night for a so-called saint? , can only comfort the people, but cannot guide the people. Only by showing desire and sing-along the most glorious glory, can the country and the people be led to the right path.”

After drinking the wine in the cup, the Conqueror King then corrected.

"As a king, you must have stronger desires than anyone, be bolder than anyone, and be more irritable than anyone. He should be a human who contains purity and turbidity, and is more real than anyone. Only in this way , Only the ministers can be convinced by the king, and the people's hearts will have the longing of 'If only I were the king'!"

"Such governance... so where's the justice?"

"No. There is no justice in the way of kings, so there is no remorse."

"..."

He asserted too bluntly, and Arturia was beyond angry.

Both are based on making the people happy, but their ideas are far from one another.

On one side is praying for peace.

On one side is hope for prosperity.

The king who suppressed the chaotic world and the king who caused the chaos of war naturally couldn't have the same philosophy.

Iskandar smiled and spoke heartily.

"King who bears the name of a knight, your justice and ideals may have saved the country and the people for a while, so your name will be passed down to this day. However, what happened to those who were saved? You don't know it, do you."

"What did you say?"

Bloody Sunset Hill.

That scene revived in Artoria's mind again.

"You blindly 'saved' your subjects, but never 'guided' them. They don't know what 'the king's desire' is. You have left your lost subjects, but alone, with a holy gesture, serve your own A kind of petty ideal intoxication.

So you are not a qualified king.You just want to be a 'king' who thinks about the people, a little girl who is cocooning herself to be that kind of idol. "

"I……"

There are many words to refute, but every time he speaks, the scene he once witnessed in Cam Ranh Bay will appear before him.

The corpses were all over the field, and the blood flowed into rivers.

There lay her courtiers, her friends, and her relatives.

She knew the prophecy the moment she drew the sword from the rock.She knew it meant shattering, and she had already made up her mind.

but why……

When she saw this tragic scene with her own eyes, she was so surprised that she felt that she could do nothing but pray.

Some magicians have also predicted that subversion is almost impossible.

But she still thought, if miracles can really happen...

A dangerous thought took over Artoria's mind.

If you don't protect Britain as a savior.

Rather, if he ravages England as an overlord——

Troubled times will only become more chaotic because of war disasters.

First of all, this is not the way of the king she pursues.

And no matter what angle she stood at, the girl named Artoria would never choose this option.

But if he really did that, which would be more tragic than the Battle of the Sword...

"?"

Unexpectedly, Artoria felt a chill, which brought her back to reality from her thoughts.

That was Gilgamesh's gaze.

This golden Servant had handed Artoria over to Iskandar from just now.

He sat on the sidelines and drank wine leisurely.

His deep red eyes.I don't know when to look at her carefully.

He didn't speak, and he couldn't see any intentions from his gaze, but there was a lustful taste in that gaze, as if a snake had climbed up his body, making people feel humiliated and unhappy.

"...Archer, why are you looking at me?"

"Ah, I'm just admiring your distressed expression."

Gilgamesh's smile is unexpectedly gentle, but it also makes people feel extremely terrifying.

"I like the expression of a virgin with flowers scattered on the couch."

"you……"

To Artoria, this was an unforgivable fool.She smashed the cup to the ground without hesitation, her face full of unstoppable anger.

But it wasn't her anger that changed their faces in the next second.

After a while, Irisviel and Weber also noticed the strangeness in the surrounding air.

Although he couldn't see it, his skin could feel a very strong killing intent.

A strange white object appeared in the moonlit atrium.

One after another, pale faces appeared in the atrium like flowers blooming.

The pallor was the color of cold, dry bones.

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