Lost Narrative Poetry

I don’t know how much time has passed...

In the confusion, I finally felt the correction from the world...

It seems that I am losing the will and strength to stay in this world, and I cannot feel the connection of the contract...

Maybe it's because that thousand-layer pancake-like magician has already left this world, right?

Saber raised her head and glanced at Xue Ye, pursed her lips, and accepted her fate of starting to leave the world.

She didn't resist at all, she just knelt quietly on the snow, waiting for the final moment to come - all of this may be a long and euphemistic punishment for the "king who doesn't understand people's hearts". She deserves it.

She was always right, she believed in it. Despite this, she still ignored the pain and troubles of too many people, just like she ignored the pain of Lancelot and Guinevere.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't understand why she couldn't figure it out. This was the limit of Arturia, the king of knights.

Could it be that the tragic situation of Kamlancho is not a trick of fate, but the inevitable result of her governance?

"Woo..."

At the moment when she gradually lost contact with the real world, she sobbed uncontrollably, letting the tears on her face flow freely, and her eyes blurred.

Because she was about to pass away soon, no matter what she thought or did, it would not be recorded in history. She no longer needs to give herself the title of king. It doesn't matter even if she shows weakness, it doesn't matter even if she is embarrassed.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...for someone like me..."

Although she knew that her apology could not be conveyed to anyone's heart, the girl still repeated her confession, toward the ideal she could not fulfill, toward the people who could not be saved, and toward everything that disappeared because she was a king.

I originally thought that one day, after endless battles, I would finally be able to obtain the Holy Grail. At that time, all the mistakes you have committed can be erased through miracles.

However, the pain he endured, the constant hatred, the glorious future...and then, even the only hope he could place his hope on was taken away.

She has nothing to lose now, she can only cry and repent in the moment called eternity, in the blame called rest, and suffer in the endless punishment...

It should have been like this.

"It's too expensive. Why is a Saber so expensive...Are you using my points to charge? Just charge me as much as you see how much I have?"

A familiar voice came from the front, and it sounded like gnashing of teeth.

"And I see that other people's spirits and other things can be brought back directly as soon as they are obtained. Why should my contracted Servant be charged?"

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After waking up from a dream on the other side of time and space, Arturia had been kneeling there dejectedly, unwilling to look at the desolation and misery around her. Arturia subconsciously raised her head and slowly looked around.

She originally thought she would see familiar scenery——

The sunset sky is bloody.

The ground in front of me is also bloody.

The corpses lying on the ground were the people who once believed in a girl and supported her as king, and jointly dedicated a song of victory to her. They were divided into two factions because of the instigation of traitors. They regarded each other as enemies and carried out killings, and then fell together on this battlefield.

That is the place where King Arthur died, at the foot of Camlan Hill.

Because she entrusted her soul after death to the "world" and embarked on a journey in search of a miracle, her time was frozen before she died. Unless the contract is fulfilled, she can only return to Camlan Hill again and again and repeat the scene over and over again.

This battlefield will forever blame her and torture her——

Therefore, Arturia, who thought that she had returned to the battlefield under the sunset as a matter of course, was unwilling to look at the scenes around her.

What's there to see? Her courtiers, her knights, and her friends all fell on this bloody battlefield. Even the body of Mordred, the tragic son who was a traitor but inherited her own bloodline, fell on her body. In front of me, she pierced the heart.

Because of the entanglement between love and hate, she lost everything.

However, what appeared in front of Artoria at this moment was an extremely huge platform, surrounded by a dark and dead void like the depths of the universe. The platform seemed to be suspended in this empty space.

Above the platform, there is a soft white light ball, which is like the only sun in this space. The light emitted as a light source dispels the surrounding darkness and illuminates the entire platform.

There was a lonely wooden door standing on the platform not far away, and in front of her was the back of the magician, talking to the light ball in mid-air in an extremely angry manner, arguing about something.

For a moment, Artoria felt that she might be hallucinating.

"Where...is this place?" She muttered to herself, her mind was in chaos and she couldn't react at all.

"Saber, you're awake. I just thought you were motionless because you were asleep..." Xia Ran turned around, stopped the meaningless confrontation with the light ball, and looked at the knight behind him. girl.

"What is this place? Why am I here?" The knight girl stared at him and asked again.

"Hmph, that's a good question."

Xia Ran sneered, her voice suddenly lowered, and there was an ultra-low pressure that seemed to be able to cause the air temperature to drop suddenly -

"This is a game. It doesn't matter who created this game. It may be the gods, or it may be the devil, or it may be aliens or future humans. In short, you are now a member of this game, or He said that he has now become a member of this game. Putting a choice in the city, they feel confused and feel that they are in front of corrupt people. When they choose this game, they will be sent to the scenes of various horror movies... …”

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Arturia didn't speak, just stared at him closely.

"Ahem, okay, actually, as you can see, this is the outside of the world, the Heroic Spirit Seat that transcends dimensions and timelines..."

Under the girl's piercing gaze, Xia Ran couldn't hold on any longer, so she pretended to cough twice and said this sincerely.

"The existence that has become a heroic spirit will be freed from the shackles of time and move here..."

"You said this is the seat of Valor?"

Artoria was slightly stunned, not sure for a moment whether Xia Ran was lying or telling the truth. After all, she was an exception among exceptions and had never been to the Hall of Heroes.

Without investigation, there is no right to speak. Since nothing is known, there is no way to confirm Xia Ran's statement now.

"Well, at least... probably... maybe... maybe... it should be of a similar nature. I think this example can help you understand better..." Xia Ran stretched out an index finger to scratch her cheek, feeling a little embarrassed. The dry laughed.

"Why do you use so many uncertain words?" Saber was stunned, and then realized how unreliable this person was.

"Let's put it this way, if you think about it carefully, it should have told you the corresponding information..." Xia Ran thought for a moment and said.

Saber frowned, but subconsciously began to search her own memory. Then, as if some mechanism had been touched, a strange piece of information flowed into her consciousness...

The next moment, her expression was stunned, and within two seconds, she came back to her senses, biting her lower lip hard and staring at Xia Ran.

"Why do you look at me like that? This should be a win-win situation, right?" Xia Ranqi asked, "Do you plan to go back to the Battle of the Sword Fence to cry? You will never be able to fulfill that contract?"

He sighed and pointed at the ball of light in the sky: "You are even willing to believe in Alaya's mechanism that is basically a loan shark to get you into the game. Why are you not willing to believe that it can truly give you unlimited possibilities? The place where everything is promised?”

"The place of infinite possibilities...the place where everything is promised?"

Artoria was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, this is the center linking all worlds, a collection of infinite possibilities. It does not correspond to one world, but to infinite space and time in the universe. The miracles you are looking for also exist in other worlds, and are even more advanced concepts. .”

Xia Ran said this confidently, with a deceptive tone in his tone, as if he was tricking people into joining a pyramid scheme and brainwashing them by telling them how bright their careers were and how bright their future was -

"What the Holy Grail cannot do does not mean that no other person or thing can do it. You were originally determined to overcome the endless battle and then obtain the Holy Grail to realize your wish, right? There is no change at all now, or that Is it more reliable than the Holy Grail filled with black mud?"

"..." Artoria was speechless. Is this really true?

It was precisely because she hated Britain's demise so much that she rejected her own redemption. No matter what the price she had to pay and how long the battle spanned, she would change the outcome of her rule.

If she fails once, she will do it twice, if she fails twice, she will do it three times... As long as she is still conscious and able to move, she will fight desperately for this goal...

The reason why she was so depressed before was because she found that the Holy Grail she was determined to get was actually unable to realize her wish. Not to mention that it was full of Heixiang, and her wish involved too much.

To change the history of a millennium-long unit, the entire human philosophy will change...

Even if one obtains the power of the Holy Grail, there is absolutely no way to achieve that level of miracles.

What she is afraid of is not failure, but the cruel fact - even if she succeeds, she will not be able to achieve her goal. This is what she fears most.

In this way, the behavior of the magician in front of her gave her a new dawn in despair, telling her that there was still possibility, but she needed to continue to fight and pursue...

"Really... is there still a possibility of success? What if you can't find it anyway?"

The knight girl asked subconsciously, her tone as urgent as a little girl worried about losing.

"Why not? In your world, isn't the concept of magic a miracle that turns the impossible into the possible?" Touch that realm!”

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"You want to become a magician?" Saber stared at him suspiciously.

"Not just a magician." Xia Ran smiled slightly.