The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Saber was seen wielding her holy sword, slaughtering his few remaining cavalrymen.

At that moment, a fierce fire of anger ignited within him.

Because he knew very well that with his magic power nearly exhausted, his influence in the world of his mind had been completely destroyed, and he had no way out.

Therefore, he must fight with all his might, even if it means being shattered to pieces!

"Come on, Saber!!!"

The Conqueror King picked up the sword, spurred his horse, and galloped towards Saber, aiming the sword at her head.

Upon seeing the Conqueror King's attack, Saber's face showed a disdainful expression, but the next moment, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Whoosh!!!"

Saber raised her right hand and used the holy sword in her hand to intercept the longsword thrust by the King of Conquerors.

'when!'

But the Conqueror King's power was so great that it caused the holy sword in Saber's hand to tremble violently.

He simply brandished his longsword and slashed at Saber.

Saber raised her sword to defend against the Conqueror King's longsword.

"Clang!!!"

The sound of blades clashing against each other was incessant.

"Pfft!!!"

Blood splattered, and both men spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

But Saber was not fatally injured, because her right arm was stained red with blood.

Her body swayed slightly as a result.

She looked up at the Conqueror King.

The Conqueror King was also observing her.

He hadn't expected that Saber would emerge unscathed from the brief collision.

Come on, Saber!

The Conqueror King shouted and swung his longsword at Saber's chest once more.

He knew that if he couldn't kill Saber in one go, Saber would inevitably be the victor in this duel.

Therefore, he must take advantage of Saber's excessive power and kill her in one fell swoop.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The moment the Conqueror King swung his longsword again, Saber also drew her own sword, a chilling glint in its light.

Saber swung her longsword and thrust it towards the Conqueror's chest.

The Conqueror's sword clashed with another sword.

The two people slid backward for several meters at the same time.

Saber's longsword was deflected the moment it made contact with the other sword.

And all of this happened in the blink of an eye.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

The Conqueror King smiled, his eyes filled with excitement.

Because he has already seen the outcome; the victory will ultimately belong to him!

In the distance, Webber, who was determined to win as the king, simply raised his hand:

"In the name of the Command Spell, defeat him, Rider!!!"

With the infusion of Command Seals' power, the Conqueror, as a ruler of dominion, unleashed formidable strength in his final moments!

A cold smile appeared on Saber's face.

'Shuh! '

The holy sword pierced through the enemy's chest.

Bright red blood flowed out and sprinkled in the air.

The Conqueror King stared wide-eyed, his face filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

"You...how could you...how could you..."

The Conqueror's lips moved, but the words he uttered seemed extremely difficult to speak.

How could this be?

Saber slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

"Your weakness lies here!"

A hint of surprise and doubt flashed in the eyes of the Conqueror King.

What did Saber mean by that?

"Your weakness is that you are too confident in your own strength, but you forget that you are not a Heroic Spirit who is good at fighting."

As Saber spoke, she withdrew her holy sword.

'thump!'

The sound of a king falling to the ground echoed across the battlefield.

As the master of the mental world perished, the desolate world vanished.

Finally, Fuyuki City reappeared before everyone.

"it's over..."

Looking at everything before him, and the conqueror king gradually turning into nothingness.

Kiana had many feelings.

Although the myths and legends left behind by this king are as bold as his character, all he left in history is the endless yellow sand that resembles that world of his mind.

With the fall of the king, this past finally vanished like smoke.

"Saber, you won this battle. But..."

Kiana turned her gaze to Waver.

As a Master participating in the Holy Grail War, as long as he persists in wanting to obtain the Holy Grail, then this battle is not over yet.

Therefore, the true end can only be considered complete when he and another contestant, Kirei Kotomine, both express their withdrawal.

"I think you need to figure out what he really wants to do."

Artoria remained silent in response to Kiana's question.

A moment later, she approached Weber and said to the man, who was almost in tears:

Are you Rider's Master?

“No, I am his subject,” Weber replied, wiping his eyes and fighting back tears.

"So, do you want revenge on me?"

Artoria gripped her sword tightly.

She's very nervous now because she's just a few steps away from final victory.

Although killing an unarmed boy is not something chivalry can allow.

But if only liberation could be achieved, if only ultimate victory could be attained...

Do you want to avenge your king?

"Artoria asked slowly."

"think."

Weber answered.

But given his skill level, it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat the heroic spirit before him.

Even though Artoria is already very weak.

But it's not something he can attempt to kill.

“But I know that if I seek revenge against you, I will die, so in order to complete the task the king has given me, I will not seek revenge against you.”

"Is that so... Your loyalty is admirable, and I hope you can maintain it."

After Artoria finished speaking, she turned and left.

She wanted to know if Irisviel was alright.

Kiana stared at the silent boy.

"I hope you will always remember him."

After saying this, she followed Artoria into the mansion.

After the two left, Webber finally couldn't contain his emotions and collapsed to the ground, weeping bitterly...

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On the dark rooftop of a tall building.

Kiritsugu Emiya carried his briefcase slowly upstairs and finally entered a large room.

Suddenly, he realized something, drew his pistol, and pointed it forward.

As the lights gradually came on, a male voice that was unfamiliar to him rang out.

"Announcement—"

I kill, and I create. I harm, and I save. No one escapes my grasp, and no one is beyond my sight.

Let us return to the dust.

The defeated and the old are called to me. They commit themselves to me, learn from me, and serve me faithfully.