They already have a chat group, why bother with the plot?

then

Iskandar gave Saber a good scolding and, incidentally, pulled her into the King's Army, allowing Saber to witness firsthand the bond between the King of Conquerors and his subordinates.

Saber, who emerged from the King's Army, was in a daze.

Like Nero.

The sight of tens of thousands of soldiers willing to follow him and become his treasures deeply moved this idealistic king.

Her thoughts were noble, and her demeanor was sacred and perfect.

But it was precisely because of this that she grew further and further away from her subjects.

It's like the sun high in the sky.

It was warm, but also glaring.

"Father, are you alright?"

Seeing that Saber seemed a little dazed, Mordred went up to ask her what was wrong.

"Mordred, am I truly a worthy king?" Saber asked Mordred with a complicated expression.

“Of course, in my heart, you are the undisputed king! And you are my only king!” Mordred said without hesitation.

"Then why did you turn against me?" Saber asked.

"Uh, that was a misunderstanding." Mordred scratched his head awkwardly.

Love turned to hate—that perfectly describes her.

She initially thought that King Arthur simply disliked her because he believed she was a homunculus created by Morgan, and therefore refused to let her inherit the throne.

However, they overlooked the circumstances at the time.

At that time, Tristan's statement that the king did not understand people's hearts almost shook the entire British aristocracy.

They feared the perfect, invincible king.

If Mordred, the bastard, were to appear at this time, the lords who had been waiting for the king to make a mistake would have an opportunity to weaken her authority, thereby triggering a break in Britain and a civil war.

Morgan, with his ulterior motives, might also use Mordred to destroy Britain, so the cautious Artoria refused Mordred's request.

In addition, knowing the fate of Britain the moment she pulled the sword from the lake, and wanting to defy destiny, she studied desperately from a young age.

Therefore, Saber did not believe that Mordred was capable of taking the position of king under such circumstances.

If Saber truly projected her hatred for Morgan onto Mordred, she wouldn't have entrusted Mordred with the crucial task of protecting the kingdom during the expedition.

Instead, they stripped her of her military power and relegated her to the margins.

Ultimately, Britain was destroyed in a battle between the taciturn and thoughtless Saber and Mordred.

I think of this every time.

Saber's expression was extremely complicated.

Then, she subconsciously attributed the fall of Britain to herself.

Typical of the "It's all my fault" and "I can't do anything about it" mentality.

"Father, don't worry, I promise I'll listen to you in everything from now on," Mordred said quickly when he saw Saber starting to feel sentimental again.

In fact, that's exactly what she did.

After being summoned by the Lion King, her loyalty is off the charts.

Saber shook her head slightly and said slowly, "Since there is no hope for the Holy Grail, I should leave as well."

"Father, aren't you staying?" Mordred asked in surprise.

“I am different from you; my true form is not yet dead,” Saber said softly, shaking her head.

Mordred was stunned.

The original body didn't die?

Thinking of something, Mordred looked weakly at Saber: "Father, where are you now?"

Saber gave her a deep look, touched her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Camlann Hill."

Mordred immediately fell silent.

Okay.

Why did it have to be this particular time of day?

No wonder the king longed to return to the day of the election.

Thinking of this, Mordred suddenly felt a pain in her abdomen, the very spot where she had been pierced by the Holy Lance in her previous life.

Suddenly remembering something, Mordred looked at Saber.

"Father, why don't you stay alive?"

Saber: "???"

Look at what you're saying.

Who wants to die if they can avoid it?

But now that the scabbard that could heal her wounds is gone, Saber, who is relying on the Holy Sword to stay alive, is in excruciating pain all over her body.

Why suffer if you don't die?

"Father, wait for me a moment."

Ignoring Saber's resentful gaze, Mordred said something to her and hurriedly ran towards Ling Yu.

"Master!"

"what happened?"

Seeing Mordred running towards him, Ling Yu asked curiously.

"Is such that."

Then, Mordred explained Saber's situation.

Because Mordred didn't try to hide it, everyone else heard it, and they all looked at Saber with surprise.

Unexpectedly, he was summoned by the Holy Grail before he even died.

How strong is this obsession?

Iskandar couldn't help but wonder if he had gone too far with his words.

At least

Saber's path to power truly brought hope and beauty to people in the past.

Although naive and immature.

But there is a saying.

Sincerity is the sure winner.

That's probably why the renowned Knights of the Round Table gathered around her.

Aside

When Lancelot learned that Saber was at Camlann Hill.

The whole person is not well.

Because when he arrived, the king had already passed away.

He regretted it for the rest of his life.

Lancelot now feels like beating himself to death whenever he thinks about his past self riding on horseback to get here.

"Master, is this alright?"

After explaining the reason, Mordred looked at Ling Yu and asked inquiringly.

“I have no problem with it, it’s up to Saber to choose,” Ling Yu said.

Mordred's request was simply to revive Saber and bring her to the present day.

It's a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible.

Upon hearing this, Mordred immediately turned her expectant gaze to Saber.

She wanted to be with her father.

If Saber chooses to return, then death is the only path she can take.

Then it would be very difficult for her to see him again.

Saber was caught in a dilemma.

At this moment, Lancelot knew it was his turn to make his appearance.

So he stepped forward, looked at Saber, and said, “My king, Britain is a thing of the past. It’s time for you to live for yourself.”

Saber felt a tremor in her heart as she heard the words of the knight she trusted most.

At this moment, Irisviel stepped forward and took Saber's hand: "Saber, stay here. Illya and I can't live without you."

Emiya Kiritsugu: “…”

“Irisviel…”

After a brief silence, Saber nodded slightly.

Their hopes were dashed, and the destruction of Britain was a foregone conclusion.

Then she might as well seriously consider Lancelot's words.

Break free from constraints and live for yourself for once.

At the same time, Saber harbored some resentment.

Tristan, you actually said I don't understand people's hearts? Well then, I'll just be myself for once.

No more pretense, revealing her truest self.

Forget King Arthur, she stopped being one a long time ago. Now she is Artoria!

Thinking this, Artoria took a deep breath, looked at Ling Yu, and said solemnly, "Please!"

Ling Yu nodded slightly and said to her, "Release the summons. I will follow the place you left in."

Saber nodded and automatically freed herself from her restraints.

The spirit formed from magic began to dissipate.

Ling Yu's pupils switched to gray as he quickly analyzed Saber's departure route. Then, he closed his eyes and began to trace Saber's departure.

When Ling Yu opened his eyes again, he found himself in a place filled with corpses and broken weapons.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and the blood pooling around Xiao Bo, Ling Yu frowned, then chose to temporarily block out his sense of smell.

Looking up slightly, Ling Yu saw Artoria's figure.

At this moment, she was slumped on a small hill made up of corpses.

He lost sight in one eye, and his forehead was covered in blood.

This was Mordred's masterpiece before his death.

And Mordred...

Ling Yu lowered his head.

So he had trampled it under his feet...

There was no other way; there were simply too many corpses here to even step on.

"please."

Ling Yu nodded slightly, and then, under Saber's shocked gaze, took out a blue scabbard and slowly inserted it into Artoria's body.

As the sword sheath returned to her body, Artoria's injuries healed rapidly, and she was completely recovered in the blink of an eye.

How do you have Avalon?