The Journey of King Arthur

"After that, what about your wishes, King of Conquer? What is your wish?" Artoria Pandragong asked at this time.

"My wish?" Rider grinned, drank the wine in his glass and replied, "Get the body."

"Ah!" Weber looked at the Conquer King in surprise: "Oh, you! Do you still want to conquer the world...wow!"

The Conqueror King skillfully beat Weber aside with his fingers and continued, "Idiot, although he can appear in this world with magic, we are followers after all." The Conqueror King tightened his right hand: "I want to become a real life in this world where he was reincarnated, firmly take root. Fighting the sky and the earth with his own body is the whole of the act of "conquer"! Using this as.asxs. Move forward and finally get what he wants... to be my way of overlord." The Conqueror King picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

"This practice is not the real kingly wind." Artoria Pandragong retorted.

"Then let me listen to your heart." The Conqueror King looked at Artoria Pandragong curiously.

"My wish is to save my motherland and change the destiny of Britain with a omnipotent wishing machine." Artoria Pandragorn said lightly, but everyone knew she was serious.

Everyone was silent, and there was only the sound of Artoria drinking on the field.

The Conquest King put down his wine glass and looked at Artoria Pandragong with a serious look: "Hey, Knight King. Did you just say that you want to change your destiny just by paying for the past history?"

"That's it." Artoria Pandragong said proudly.

Gilgamesh began to sneer, and most people looked at Artoria Pandragorn with puzzled eyes, and Mordred's eyes were full of incredibleness.

"I said... Saber, do you mean... to deny everything that you engrave in history?" said the Conqueror, and unknowingly, his name for Artoria Pandragon has also changed.

"That's right! Why do you have to doubt? Why do you laugh at me? The motherland that I entrusted my sword to me and made me sacrifice my life for was destroyed. I was heartbroken about this. What's so strange about it!"

"Hey, have you heard it, the Conquest King? This little girl who claims to be the 'Knight King' actually said why she sacrificed herself for the motherland!... Hahahaha!..." Gilgamesh smiled sarcastically.

"Why do you laugh at me? The so-called king should naturally stand up to prosper the kingdom you govern!" Artoria Pandragon stood up angrily.

"This is a bad word!" The conquering king said seriously: "The king should not sacrifice himself. It is the country and the people who sacrifice themselves for the king, and it is definitely not the other way around!"

"What are you talking about?" Artoria Pandragorn said in surprise. "Isn't that the rule of the tyrant?!"

"Yes! It's because we are tyrants that we can become heroes! But, if there is a king who regrets his rule and its ending, it's just a foolish lord, and it's better than a tyrant."

"Iskandar, aren't you also exterminated children? Are the empires built by yourself divided into three?! Do you dare to say that you have no regrets about such an ending?!" Artoria Pandragorn became more and more excited, and now he shouted out in anger.

"No! If this is my choice and the ending of my life struggles by the subjects who follow me, then destruction is also God's will. I will be heartbroken and cry for it, but I will never feel regretful!"

"It actually..." Artoria Pandragorn opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

"Not to mention subverting it! Such foolishness is an insult to everyone who created the era together!"

"Only military generals will praise glorious death! What's the point of not protecting the weak?!" Artoria Pandragorn gritted his teeth and insisted on his own view. "Correct management and correct rule are the king's long-cherished wishes!"

"In other words, as the king, are you the 'right' slave?" The tone of the Conquer King began to become cold.

"What's wrong! It's the king who sacrifices his life for his ideals!"

"That's not a person's way of living at all."

"After becoming a king to rule the country, I no longer want someone to live. You who conquers the king and pursue the Holy Grail for only oneself will not understand. You who become the overlord to satisfy your endless desires will never be able to!"

"A king without desire is not even as good as an ornament!" Conquer roared angrily. "Saber, you just said the saying of dying for your ideal? So that's it, you should have been a fair and honest saint back then. I guess your heroic figure should have been noble and inviolable! But! Who would yearn for this thorny road called "martyrdom"? Who would be fascinated by it? The so-called king should be stronger than the greed of the people in the world.

, smile more happily and get angry more. No matter how clear and turbid they are, they should reach the peak. Only in this way can the ministers become envious of the king and be fascinated by the king. In the hearts of all people in the world, light up the longing of "I also want to be king". A king who is famous among the knights, maybe you said that the justice and ideals advocated did save the country and redeemed the people, but... what will happen to those who were saved in the end? You cannot not know!"

"What did you say..." Artoria Pandragon's eyes were trembling, and the knight's blood stained the view of the sunset hill, reviving in her mind again.

"For your own subjects, you just blindly save them without knowing to guide them. You cannot show what the "desire of a king" is. You abandon the lost subjects. You are just a hypocritical person and intoxicated by your seemingly perfect ideal. Therefore, you are not a real 'king', but just a little girl who does not live for yourself and is bound by the idol named 'king' who only exists for others."

"I..." Artoria Pandragorn wanted to refute many words, but every time she spoke, the scene she had seen in Cam Ranh Bay appeared before her. The corpse was everywhere and blood was flowing. There was her trust, and she followed her ministers, her friends and her relatives.

"Okay, OK, they don't agree with your beliefs, I agree with Xiao Mo, Lancelot, etc. You are just too paranoid. There is something wrong with the Conquest King, 'Artolia' was bound by a curse called the throne..." Artoria put down the wine pot and hugged Artoria Pandragorn's waist from behind: "Relax appropriately and leave the shackle called the throne. This is not your fault, nor is it Teacher Merlin's fault, although he taught us so well, it is not like the king, nor is it Xiao Mo's fault. She just lacks fatherly love too much. This is not anyone's fault. If it is really said that this is whose fault, it can only be said to be fate..."

"But..." Artoria Pandragorn turned his head and looked at Artoria, and found that the other party was still drunk and was not awake, but what the drunk people said was from the heart? At this time, Artoria Pandragorn was suddenly stunned, because the previous words were all from the heart when he was a child... Should I relax properly...

"Okay, I want to ask Kenneth a question, and you should listen to the answer he gave us." Artoria picked up the wine pot again and looked at Artoria: "Other me, I ask you, are the people of Great Britain happy when you were in power, and when Great Britain was the most glorious time?"

"They are doing well." Artoria asked and answered: "Will they be very happy every time they see you come back from the war?"

Artoria smiled: "Isn't that good? We drew our swords so that they could laugh..."

At this time, Artoria Pandragorn was stunned for a while, and then naturally made a look of relief: "Yes... they are living a good life, so why should I feel regretful..." Artoria Pandragorn smiled like a self-deprecating smile.