Are you really so desperate for your fate? Artoria doesn't want to believe what's happening at this moment, so are you using your hatred to curse the country and the king who brought you despair? I
I thought we were the same, had the same beliefs, and were willing to lay down our lives for the country...
but……
If our beliefs are really the same, then why are you still like this? Do you regret it?
"Salvation alone cannot lead a country" - Zeng Jin, a knight, said to her.
Even though Arturia died on the battlefield in the end, she never thought that her leadership style was wrong, and that her final failure was just her own lack of effort...
so……
No, tell me that's not the case... Lancelot, only you, only you can understand me, because you are the pride of the Knights of the Round Table and the ideal knight in the hearts of the people.
So...please, please nod and admit that what I did is correct.
"Stop...stop..."
Artoria's last sanity blocked her from the falling sword of corruption.
Arturia shouted with all her strength.
"Stop...Lancelot, please, stop..."
The king's voice broke into sobs. This was the first time that the king shed tears - even when faced with the ruin of his country, the king never shed tears.
Kneeling limply on the damp ground, unable to move, Artoria had reached her limit. She no longer had the strength to raise the holy sword to resist the next attack.
Perhaps, giving up resistance is the last way to salvation.
Since Lancelot was so resentful and hated so much.
So, using your body to take over his sword full of resentment - is this the only way to compensate now, right?
However……
but……
Arturia decided to give up resistance, and when she closed her eyes in despair, she felt Lancelot's movements stop.
Arturia and Lancelot had no way of knowing that just tens of seconds ago, at the moment when Chen Xiaofeng defeated the puppet, Medea raised her white chess and surrendered, and by the way, provided it to Lancelot
The magic power was naturally interrupted.
It is quite difficult for Lancelot to maintain his own body now. The meager magic power in the air has been absorbed by him in large quantities.
Even the reserve magic power that originally allowed Lancelot to maintain his physical form for several hours without the magic power provided by his "master" was exhausted within ten seconds due to Lancelot's rage.
So, of course, at this moment, the magic power supporting the operation of this brutal killing machine was immediately exhausted, which caused Lancelot's movements to stagnate.
In the sudden silence, Artoria could even clearly hear Lancelot's gradually disappearing heartbeat. The hilt of the holy sword was held in Artoria's hand, and the blade of the sword was instinctively facing Lancelot.
It was precisely because of this instinct that the holy sword penetrated Lancelot's body at this moment.
The ending is too ironic, but no one could have predicted it.
In this real moment, victory or defeat had already been decided. Such an ending made Artoria feel ashamed, and King Arthur couldn't help crying.
Obviously she had made up her mind to accept his venting, and she knew clearly that she should not kill him, but in the end she still killed this person who could not be defeated. Just like Diarmuid's reprimand to Artoria at the last moment,
She stepped on everyone's corpses, and all she wanted was the miracle of rewriting history.
This is the most real side of Arturia at this moment.
"Even so, I still hope to be able to realize my wish - through the power of the master..."
Crystal teardrops fell on Artoria's gauntlet, slid down the gaps in the armor and onto the holy sword, and finally mixed with Lancelot's blood.
"If I don't do this, Lancelot...If I don't do this, I don't think I can make amends to you...and our country..."
"Ah... this is really sad. My king, even now, are you still looking for such a reason for your fight?"
A nostalgic, soft voice sounded in Artoria's ears.
Artoria looked up and saw that the Knight of the Lake was looking at King Arthur with guilt written all over his face with his eyes as calm as the calm lake.
Without the magical support of Medea, Lancelot recovered from his madness while taking advantage of the gap where his body had not completely disappeared.
"Lancelot..."
"Yes, my king, I would be very grateful... Haha, probably, this is the only way I can come here to express my thoughts, right?"
Lancelot said with a wry smile, looking calmly and without any impurity at the sharp sword on his chest that penetrated his body.
"King... you are the best king in the world. It is really the glory of the kingdom to have a king like you in Britain..."
"No...Lancelot, in the end I still failed to protect our country well. If...if there could be a better king..."
"Please don't say that... My king, this is fate. No kingdom can remain immortal forever. Britain is destined to perish. However, it is thanks to you that it can be glorified again before it perishes..."
Arturia gritted her teeth, trying to stop the tears from falling.
Lancelot smiled softly.
"Actually... I hoped that you would personally punish me for my disloyalty and injustice... King... I really hoped that you would question me about the crime of thunder because of the anger in your heart..."
Known as the knight of betrayal, the culprit who exposed the flaws of the Knights of the Round Table - Lancelot, smiled at his best friend who did not question him even if his sins were heinous.
"If I could get your sanction at that time... If you could ask for compensation from me at that time... Then I would definitely get atonement and get a chance to forgive myself... I think... the princess should think so too..."
This is the confession and hope of a man and a woman. They have the same belief as Wang, but they fail to implement this ideal to the end because of their own weakness.
Therefore, these two people had no choice but to be redeemed until their death. Because they betrayed the most important person to themselves and the country, they felt deeply guilty, and they had to bear this self-blame throughout their lives.
But to whom should they complain about such suffering? Who else but the king could rebuke to relieve them?
Lancelot breathed a deep sigh of relief, then relaxed his body, and finally fell into the arms of the King of Knights.