Or, why don’t you find another savior?

But things will change every time, and each Assassin has a similar but different fighting style, so you need to seize the flaw again every time and then kill.

Even though they had lost seven of them, the Assassins showed no fear and continued to jump out from the treetops in the forest, launching a suicidal attack on Shiomi with their weapons in hand.

It is obvious that up to now, Shiomi has not retreated a single step under their attack.

While fighting against the assassins, he was analyzing these assassins in his mind.

In order to prepare for the Holy Grail War, Shiomi specifically looked up information about the Assassins whose real names were most likely to be exposed - successive Hassan Sabbahs.

Unlike the outside world, the Magic Association has more detailed information.

Xijian recalled the information he had read. Among those Hassans, there was indeed a Hassan who was known for his multiple personalities. Each personality was independent of each other, and thus he mastered all kinds of knowledge that ordinary people could not master.

Some may be good at strategies, some may be proficient in foreign languages, some may know how to use poison, some may be good at setting traps... What's more, some may be able to exert strength and speed that their bodies do not originally possess.

In addition, he can transform himself into male, female, old or young without making people feel that he is acting, and even his personality can change as needed.

His name is Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

Shiomi came up with the only possible answer.

"How about my weapon?" Morgan, with his back to him, still sat on the tree trunk, stirring the fire with a branch he picked up.

She was too lazy to even look at it. It was only a matter of time before this one-sided crushing ended.

The Assassins had interrupted her and Xijian's romantic time, which was a sin punishable by death.

Since Xi Jian wanted to deal with it, Morgan would naturally be happy to see it happen.

“It’s very useful!”

Xi Jian simply sang back loudly, using words with a touch of ancient style, which made Morgan laugh.

He didn't expect that Morgan's weapon could change its shape freely and turn into a two-handed sword.

Although Shiomi had never mastered swordsmanship, under Scathach's educational philosophy of mastering all kinds of martial arts, he had some accomplishments in swordsmanship.

He couldn't use his skills in the forest, and Shiomi felt sorry for destroying such a large area of ​​natural forest. Morgan's weapon could be transformed into a sword, which made him less worried.

Moreover, although his swordsmanship was not as proficient as his spearmanship, it was no problem for him to kill these assassins who were weakened by their clones.

He secretly set limits for himself in his heart. If he allowed these people to step over him and attack Morgan, he would consider himself incompetent.

The eighth.

The assassin's body rolled back several times before he stopped moving.

Shiomi shook the blood off the sword and observed the remaining movements.

But a surprised voice came from behind.

He turned around and saw Morgan with his hand near his forehead, as if he was checking something.

Puzzled, he immediately jumped back and landed beside Morgan, squatting down to ask, "What happened? Is there a new intruder?"

"That's not the case." Morgan shook his head, "It's just that I didn't expect that the 'Garden of Disappointment' would be breached."

Xi Jian was shocked. "Breakthrough? Didn't you say that even if someone survived, it wouldn't have any effect on you?"

"Generally speaking, yes. No matter who you are, if you fall into the 'Garden of Disappointment', you have to face your inner self. Even if you can survive, your inner self will be worn out to the point where there is not much left." Morgan showed a thoughtful expression, "This is the first time I've seen such a situation... It's like you have no heart at all."

"No heart?" Xi Jian narrowed his eyes.

The Assassins were still lurking in the forest, trying to stop them with continued suicidal attacks.

Then the person who entered the castle and was trapped in the "Garden of Disappointment" must be Kotomine Kirei.

"Yes... It seems my magic isn't perfect either." Morgan said with a relaxed look, "I didn't expect to encounter a target where it wouldn't work."

"…It may not be that there is something wrong with your magic." Xijian smiled bitterly and gently held her arm.

Regarding Kotomine Kirei, Shiomi couldn't say that she had any personal likes or dislikes about him, she just felt that he was a person with whom she could still communicate normally.

In fact, Shiomi had always felt that although Kirei was not a bad person, something seemed to be broken about him.

It was difficult for Shiomi to see ordinary people's emotions from that agent.

He had seen many priests of the Cathedral Church, but Kirei was the only one Xijian had ever seen.

Even the coldest magician cannot be classified in the same category as him.

"It looks like my husband knows what's going on." Morgan breathed softly.

The sweet fragrance made Xi Jian realize that he had been too close to her because of his concern, and his breath even hit her face a little.

"No, I can't say I know anything. I just consider that if it's Kotomine Kirei, I can only speculate from a specific angle." Shiomi helped Morgan up, frowning, "No matter how useless he is, he is still Kallen's biological father. I don't want to say anything too bad about him."

Morgan shook his head. "But that's the reality."

Letting go of Morgan's arm, Shiomi put out the campfire on the ground.

The Assassins around seemed to have received instructions and began to retreat one by one.

“Come to think of it, they clearly knew they would die, but they still went forward…” Xi Jian narrowed his eyes, “They used the Command Spell, right?”

Morgan put his hands on his waist and looked towards the castle. "Then the duty of these shadows should be to hold us back by attacking. It seems that we underestimated the enemy."

"It doesn't look good, let's go over there too." Shiomi said to Morgan.

"Aren't you going to raze them and the castle to the ground? There's still time now." Morgan smiled playfully at Shiomi.

He was stunned for a moment, "If you change your mind, you don't have to go. I'm going to prepare the magic now."

"You really don't understand romance." Morgan couldn't help laughing.

Xijian waved his hand helplessly, ending the topic helplessly. Suddenly, a sky full of crows appeared and surrounded the two of them.

"Just go directly to the city." Morgan reminded, "I'm ready to dismantle the 'Garden of Disappointment'."

"understood."

Chapter 4: The Courtyard of Disappointment ()

"This country will be destroyed sooner or later. Even if it survives for another hundred years, it will not have much impact on the history of this island. It is better to say that it has already been destroyed. Britain has come to an end... If I say this, what will you do?"

Artoria reached out her hand to draw the Sword of Choice as she had originally done, but suddenly these words rang in her ears. She froze there, her hand hanging in the air, not knowing what to do.

Those were the words her teacher, Merlin, the flower magician, said to her when she was bidding farewell at the port before leading her army on her last naval expedition to Rome.

How did she answer that time? Altria closed her eyes and recalled.

"If you are making bad jokes like usual, I will be angry. Britain will not be destroyed. I will do everything I can for this goal."

Yes, that’s how I answered.

Before setting out to sea, Artoria was just like she had been in the past ten years. She had never felt confused or uneasy. She firmly believed that she would win and that she could do what she should do.

The ever-victorious Knight King had lived like this for the past ten years.

Even if she loses everything, even if everyone hates her, she still decides to fight. This is the oath that Altria Pendragon made as a king.

In exchange for my own fate, I hope to protect everyone.

but……

The ending was just as Merlin said, it was not one of his usual bad jokes, but the result of him revealing it to Altria out of some kind of reluctance, but she failed to understand the teacher's intention.

When she returned from the expedition to Britain, she was greeted by a rebellion led by the knight Mordred.

And the final battle of the ever-victorious king.

They did try and gave everything, but Britain still went to destruction.

Unable to accept that all her efforts would go unrewarded, unable to accept such a cruel ending, she signed the contract, giving up her dead self in exchange for searching for the Holy Grail as a Servant before her death, looking for a way to save Britain.

"In fact, your sister didn't tell the whole truth." The magician, whose face was covered by the shadow of the hood, was still sitting there and said to Altria, "Human history has already come to a conclusion. Whether it is the contaminated Holy Grail or the originally colorless Holy Grail, it will not make any difference even if the goal is achieved."

Altria asked hurriedly, "Why? If it is the correct Holy Grail, it should be--"

"As I said earlier, human history has come to an end. The destruction of Britain is a catastrophe for the people there, but for the entire human history, it is a necessary process for continuation." The white figure seemed to be sighing and told the Knight King the truth, "With your death and the destruction of Britain as a sign, the last remnants of the Age of Gods will also disappear from the face of the earth. From now on, it will be an era that belongs completely to humans."

There is no need for gods or beings beyond human beings to guide.

History, for better or worse, must be written by human beings themselves.

If you insist on denying this result, no matter what kind of holy grail it is, no matter what the method of achieving it is.

As long as her Britain is not destroyed, there will inevitably be a deviation that cannot perfectly fit in with the completed human history.

by that time--

"The result is that Britain was separated from it and became a foreign body that distorted human history..."

Only half a day had passed since Morgan said that to her in the church, but her words were still fresh in her mind.

So no need.

There is no need for Altria to sacrifice her posthumous self as a high price.

There was no need for Altria to search for a miracle that could change the outcome.

All she needs to do is accept the result.

As if responding to Artoria who realized this.

The scenery around me suddenly changed. The sunny afternoon suddenly disappeared, and what appeared before my eyes was a cloudy sky.

Heavy rain poured down, soaking her body and soul. The Sword of Choice still stood between the rocks, standing still despite the wind and rain.

In the distance the sound of war could be heard in the fields, and farther still the forest was burning.

She raised her rain-soaked face and looked outside the town that had become a battlefield.

There were no residents of the town, nor were there any knights coming from all over to participate in the selection.

There were only monsters and warriors attacking each other.

They are heroic spirits from different eras who responded to the call of the primates' restraining power and arrived in Britain to fulfill their missions.

Familiar and unfamiliar faces gathered together.

Either fight side by side or be enemies.

"Is this... Britain, the singularity in human history?"

Altria's heart was broken.

She didn't want to figure out which ending was more cruel.

"Even if you create a prosperous Britain, end the war, and bring happiness to the world, it will still lead to the result of 'Even so, Britain is still destroyed'. Because all of this has been recorded by the quantum recording tape. How to reach a more stable ending, do you... really know?"

The flower magician stood beside her, tearing apart like an unstable phenomenon, and in just a few words, the person standing there changed several times.

Gawain, Lancelot, Tristan, Percival...

Finally, it converges into the appearance of Merlin.

"Why...tell me this?"

Altria asked, lowering her head.

She didn't know whether she was asking her teacher or the Knights of the Round Table that she was proud of.

She only knew that this was an illusion, and everything she saw, heard, and touched here were all prepared to make her compromise.

So I have this question.

"As for the reason, shouldn't you know it best yourself, the sad red dragon, Altria Pendragon?"

Morgan's figure appeared beside her and she answered Altria calmly.

No one wanted to tell her, it was all Artoria who knew it and presented it to her in this way.

The answer had long been engraved in Altria Pendragon's mind, and she herself had rejected that answer from the very beginning.

It's not like there's nothing left.

Accept it all, accept the destruction of Britain, and take that as the result of doing everything you can.

Then, before the Knight King could make a choice, the surroundings were swallowed by darkness again.

In front of me is the room of Einzbern Castle.

The only change was that there was no one on the bed.

The wetness of the rain, the softness of the sun, and the reassuring feel of the coarse cloth were all gone.