Saber neither confirmed nor denied, but stated frankly:
"With the power of the Holy Grail, changing Britain's fate of destruction would be a piece of cake. If it were me in the past, I might have actually made such a wish."
"Someone once told me that the more cunning a person is, the more likely they are to fall into unexpected predicaments. Even if I wish to change the future of Britain, even if Britain does not repeat the mistakes of history, it will eventually perish."
"The ending was already predetermined. Britain is destroyed, and the country I gave my life for no longer exists. I will mourn, I will grieve, but I have no regrets, for clinging to the past is meaningless. If you must ask me what my wish is—"
Saber paused briefly, then looked much more relaxed:
"I just want to live a peaceful life."
For her, speaking out what she had been keeping inside was perhaps a way to relieve her burden.
Perhaps in the eyes of the world, the Knight King represents glory and is a hero who leads the people, but isn't this also a kind of shackle called responsibility?
She once embarked on her journey burdened with heavy shackles, like a moth drawn to a flame, burning herself out in the process.
But Britain had long since been destroyed, and the shackles that bound her for life vanished with it.
She was once a knight-king, bound by responsibilities throughout her life, a knight-king who gave her all for Britain.
But that only applies to the past.
The shackles of Britain are gone, and now she only wants to live for herself!
Mordred stared blankly at Saber, her eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions.
She had always thought she knew her father very well, but now she realized that was just wishful thinking on her part; she had never truly understood the girl in front of her.
She wasn't a king, just an ordinary girl with aspirations.
"I see."
Rider stroked his chin. This Knight King before him was indeed difficult to evaluate.
Rider smiled and shook his head regretfully:
“Saber, I cannot agree with your kingly way.”
"So what?"
Saber said calmly:
"Humans cannot understand each other. Just as you cannot agree with my way of kingship, I cannot agree with your way of kingship! Arguing is foolish, because we all firmly believe in the path we have taken and will not be shaken by the words of others."
"Ha ha ha ha--"
Rider laughed heartily, "That's right, humans can't understand each other!"
Mordred remained silent, standing quietly beside Saber, sword in hand.
She was not a queen, never became a queen, and never even dreamed of becoming a queen.
Therefore, she could not understand what prompted her father's change of opinion, or what made the once perfect king utter such words.
The people of Britain, on the one hand, yearned for a perfect king, taking it for granted that he should dedicate everything to the country. On the other hand, they also feared a perfect king, even to the point of rebellion.
In the end, they began to doubt the king's perfection, the Round Table began to fall apart, and the king was no longer accepted or recognized. It was precisely this doubt that allowed her to easily seize Camelot's control, and it was this doubt that led Britain to its destruction.
But in the end, who is ultimately responsible for all of this?
Mordred couldn't understand it before, and she still can't understand it now.
But there was one thing she was very clear about—
The one who was wrong was never the king, but Britain, which was unworthy of the perfect king!
If she had any dissatisfaction with the king, it was probably based on a certain knight's assessment of him:
"The king doesn't understand people's hearts."
The king did not understand people's hearts, which is why Britain was destroyed.
Mordred once thought it made a lot of sense.
but now……
"Isn't it fine?"
Mordred muttered to himself, "The former king didn't understand people's hearts."
But isn't the current 'king' very good at understanding people's hearts?
"Aaaaaah—!"
Waver suddenly screamed and ran toward Rider, and the Servants present also noticed the strangeness in the surrounding air.
In the courtyard illuminated by the moonlight, figures emerged, varying in height and build, and even their genders were indistinguishable, but without exception, they all wore black robes and pale skull masks.
They are assassins, they are all Assassins.
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Fuyuki Church.
The cool moonlight shone through the stained glass windows and cast its light into the quiet chapel.
The flickering lights illuminated the priest sitting in the front row.
To his side and slightly behind, the man sitting in the shadows spoke calmly:
"Cater has been eliminated; that is an indisputable fact."
"That's right, the monitor's report has confirmed it."
The priest nodded slightly. Although he couldn't confirm exactly what methods they used, that wasn't within his consideration.
The Holy Grail War is a war that uses any means necessary, and it is extremely offensive to ask about someone's trump card without warning.
In any case, as long as the Church of the Holy See is certain that Caster has been eliminated, that's all that matters.
Emiya Kiritsugu leaned forward slightly, his voice low:
"So, shouldn't you hand over the Command Seals to me now as agreed?"
"of course."
Kotomine Riji stood up. "Please extend your hand."
Although the plan went awry, Caster was not killed by Archer.
However, as long as the mission is completed, he, as a neutral supervisor, should not break his promise under any circumstances. If anyone is to blame, it is Tokiomi Tohsaka for not trying hard enough.
Instead of immediately extending his hand, Kiritsugu Emiya asked:
"If I kill Caster's Master, could I receive an extra Command Seal?"
He took out a stack of photos from his pocket, taken from different angles: the body of a man whose heart had been pierced by a bullet lying on the ground, and a close-up of the Command Seals on the back of his right hand.
Kiritsugu Emiya calmly recounted:
“Ryunosuke Uryu, I found him in the shopping district. The bracelet on his wrist was a simple magic prop. There were also several kidnapped children at the scene. I think this should prove his identity.”
"Unfortunately, the reward is still only one Command Seal."
Kotomine Ryougi frowned and rejected the idea.
The extra Command Seals generated by a single shot can give the Master a significant advantage, and if two are given, the victory can be almost guaranteed.
Whether for public or private reasons, Kotomine Risei did not want the man in front of him to win the Holy Grail War.
"let it go."
Without hesitation, Kiritsugu Emiya put away the photo and extended his right hand, which was engraved with Command Seals.
He originally just intended to give it a try; if it worked, great, but if not, there would be no loss.
With practiced skill, Kotomine Risa drew a subtle mark on the man's outstretched right hand, transferring one of the Command Seals accumulated on his right wrist to his hand.
The whole process only takes a few minutes and is not painful at all.
"Then, please continue to fight the glorious war as your Master."
Kotomine Risuke rolled up his sleeves again to cover his right arm, which was covered with Command Seals.
"Of course."
Kiritsugu Emiya nodded slightly and stood up from the bench.
But as the priest turned around, Kiritsugu Emiya lifted his coat, revealing a hidden submachine gun, and pulled the trigger at the priest's back.
Da da da da da—!
Amidst incredulous stares, the priest, riddled with bullets, lay in a pool of blood.
Kiritsugu Emiya calmly turned and left, and Mai Hisa's voice came through the earpiece:
"Is this really a good idea? Killing him is tantamount to making an enemy of the Holy Church, which will surely invite their retaliation."
"It's alright, this war will be over soon."
Emiya Kiritsugu walked out of the church, looked up at the moon in the sky, and murmured softly.
Berserker's alliance with Saber was unexpected, and the Einzberns hadn't told him about it. But his intuition told Kiritsugu Emiya that Berserker's current Master wasn't Kariya Matou, but someone else entirely.
Although it's unclear how they did it, Berserker's new Master is likely to be Irisviel.
Although this Holy Grail War has only lasted two days, Lancer and Caster have already left the stage, leaving only three factions:
Saber and Berserker, Archer and Assassin, and Rider.
Rider is a lone wolf and the weakest member of his faction.
Although there are many Assassins, their individual strength is very weak, and they are no match for other Servants.
Therefore, no matter how you look at it, their side has the greatest advantage.
But the reverse.
The final outcome will likely be a showdown between Saber and Berserker.
Caster was also defeated by Saber and Berserker working together, meaning that Berserker's Master can also obtain a Command Seal.
Therefore, he must eliminate the interfering factor of Kotomine Risei to ensure the advantage he has now established.
Moreover, the priest was not innocent to begin with.
He did not remain neutral in this Holy Grail War, but clearly sided with Tokiomi Tohsaka.
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