Conquer District 11

Are you really so desperate for your own destiny?Artoria does not want to believe what is happening at this moment, so are you using your hatred to curse the country and king that brought you despair?I thought we were the same, had the same beliefs, and were willing to sacrifice our lives for the country...

but……

If our beliefs are the same, why would you?Do you regret it?

"It is impossible to lead a country just by redemption" - Zeng Jin, a knight, said to her.

Even though Artoria died on the battlefield in the end, she never thought that her leadership method was wrong, and the final failure was only due to her own lack of effort...

and so……

No, tell me it's not like this... 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, nod your head and admit that I'm doing the right thing.

"Stop...stop..."

Artoria's last rationality blocked her from falling down with the Fallen Sword.

Artoria shouted with all her strength.

"Stop... Lancelot, please, stop..."

Wang's voice was sobbing. This was the first time Wang had shed tears - even in the face of the country's ruin, Wang had never shed tears.

Kneeling limply on the damp ground, unable to move, Arturia had reached her limit.She no longer has the strength to raise the holy sword to resist the next attack.

Perhaps, only giving up resistance is the last way of salvation.

Since Lancelot has such resentment and hatred.

So, use your body to take over his sword full of resentment—is this the only way to make up for it now?

however……

but……

Arturia decided to give up resistance, and at the same time 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 the white chess piece and surrendered. By the way, it was provided to Lancelot The magic power will naturally be interrupted.

It is quite difficult for the current Lancelot to maintain his own entity.The pitiful mana in the air was absorbed by him a lot.

Even the reserve magic power that would have enabled Lancelot to maintain his entity for several hours without the magic power provided by the "master", was exhausted within ten seconds due to Lancelot's berserk.

So, as a matter of course, at this moment, the magic power supporting the operation of this brutal killing machine was exhausted immediately, which led to the stagnation of Lancelot's movements.

In the sudden silence, Arturia could even clearly hear Lancelot's gradually disappearing heartbeat. The hilt of the holy sword was held in Artoria's hand, and the blade was instinctively facing Lancelot.It was also because of this instinct that the holy sword penetrated Lancelot's body at this moment.

The ending was too ironic, but no one could have predicted it.

In this real instant, the outcome has already happened. Such an ending made Arturia feel ashamed, and King Arthur couldn't help crying.

Mingming had made up his mind to accept his venting, and knew that he shouldn't kill him, but in the end he still killed this invincible person.Just like Diarmuid's reprimand to Artoria at the last moment, she who stepped on everyone's corpses wanted nothing but a miracle of rewriting history.

This is the truest side of Artoria at this moment.

"Even so, I still hope to realize my wish - through the master's power..."

Crystal tears fell on Artoria's gauntlet, slid down the gap of the armor onto the holy sword, and finally mixed with Lancelot's blood.

"If this is not done, Lancelot...if this is not done, I do not think I can make amends to you...and to our country..."

"Ah... this really makes people feel sad, my king, even now, are you still looking for such a reason for your own battle?"

A nostalgic, soft voice sounded in Artoria's ears.

Artoria looked up, and the Knight of the Lake was watching King Arthur with guilt written all over his cheeks with his usual, calm gaze like a calm lake.

Without the support of Medea's magic power, Lancelot recovered from his madness while his entity had not completely disappeared. .

"Lancelot..."

"Yes, my king, I am very grateful... Hehe, probably, this is the only way for me to express my thoughts?"

Lancelot said with a wry smile, looking at the sharp sword piercing his body with calm and unadulterated eyes.

"My king...you are the best king in the world, it is the glory of the kingdom to have a king like you..."

"No...Lancelot, in the end I still didn't protect our country well. If...if there is a better king..."

"Please don't say that... my king, that's the fate. No kingdom can remain immortal forever. Britain is doomed to perish. However, thanks to you, it can be glorified again before it perishes..."

Arturia gritted her teeth, trying to stop the endless tears from falling.

Lancelot smiled softly.

"Actually... At that time, I hoped that you would personally punish me for my infidelity...My lord...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 of the Knights of the Round Table who revealed his flaws——Lancelot, smiled at his best friend who did not ask him for his crimes even though he was heinous.

"If I could have been sanctioned by you at that time...if you could have asked me for compensation...then I would have received redemption and a chance to forgive myself...I think...the princess should think so too..."

It is the confession and hope of one man and one woman.They have the same beliefs as the king, but because of their own weakness, they did not carry out this ideal to the end.

Therefore, these two people did not get redemption until they died.Because they betrayed the most important people to themselves and to the country, they feel a deep sense of self-blame, which they have borne all their lives.

But to whom should such suffering be told?Who else but the king's reproach could set them free?

Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief, then relaxed his body, and finally fell into the arms of the King of Knights.