The Ultimate Lich King

"Master, come and try it, this doesn't taste good at all."

Completely ignoring Rider and Saber who were arguing, Flandre approached Ye Yu holding a wine glass.

Archer on the side looked a little unhappy, but he didn't say anything.

Ye Yu took the wine glass from Flandol's hand and raised it to the other party, while the latter turned his head with a proud look on his face.

Feeling a little funny and helpless about Archer's behavior, Ye Yu didn't say anything. He just lowered his head and took a sip of the wine that Rider was full of praise for.

As soon as the sweet wine entered his mouth, Ye Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes with an expression of admiration. Just like Rider said, this is simply a wine for the gods.

On the other side, Flandreau stared at Ye Yu's neck with a longing expression. Compared to things like wine, blood was more interesting to Flandreau.

"Well...there are so many people watching here."

Seeing the desire in the girl's eyes, Ye Yu said this awkwardly, while the latter nodded with some disappointment.

"Then after they all leave, Master will give it to others."

"I know, I'll give it to you."

I always felt that something was wrong with what I said. Ye Yu made such a dumbfounding promise. At the same time, the conflict between the two kings on the other side became more intense.

"In your eyes, is a king like this a tyrant? But a king without desires is worse than a vase."

In response to Saber's angry retort, Rider's angry shouting and his huge body made him look even more terrifying.

"Saber, you just said 'sacrifice yourself for your ideals'. Indeed, you used to be an incorruptible saint, so holy that no one can match it. But who is willing to expect to be martyred for their ideals? And who would think about the so-called saint day and night? , can only comfort the people, but cannot guide them. Only by displaying desires and singing the ultimate glory can the country and people be guided to the right path."

After draining the glass of wine, the Conqueror King continued to correct him.

"As a king, you must have stronger desires than anyone else, be bolder than anyone else, and be more irritable than anyone else. He should be a human being that contains both purity and turbidity, and is more real than anyone else. Only in this way , only then can the ministers be impressed by the king, and only then can the people's hearts have such longing as 'It would be great if I were the king'!"

"With this kind of governance...then where is the justice?"

"No. There is no so-called justice in the way of a king, so there is no regret."

"..."

His assertion was too straightforward, and Saber was extremely angry.

Both take making people happy as their basic criterion, but their ideas are far from each other.

One side is praying for peace.

On one side is hope for prosperity.

The king who suppressed the troubled times and the king who started the war couldn't possibly have the same ideals.

Rider smiled and said cheerfully.

"King who bears the name of a knight. Your justice and ideals may have saved the country and the people for a while, so your name will be praised to this day. However, what will happen to those who are saved? You don’t know that, right?”

"What did you say?"

Blood-stained sunset hills.

That scene came to life in Saber's mind again.

"You blindly 'save' your subjects, but never 'guide' them. They don't know what the 'king's desire' is. You leave your lost subjects behind, but you use a sacred attitude to defend your own. You are intoxicated by the ideals of a small family. So you are not a qualified king. You just want to be a 'king' who cares for the people, and you are just a little girl who has tied yourself up in order to become that kind of idol."

"I……"

There are many things I want to say to refute, but every time I speak, the scene I once witnessed in Cam Ranh Bay comes to mind.

Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed. There lay her courtiers, her friends, and her relatives.

She learned of the prophecy moments before she pulled the sword from the rock. She knew this meant disillusionment, and she had already had an awakening.

but why……

When she saw this tragic scene with her own eyes, she would be so surprised that she felt that there was nothing she could do except pray.

Some magicians also predicted that it would be almost impossible to subvert. But she still thought, if a miracle could happen...

A dangerous thought occupied Saber's mind.

If he does not protect Britain as a savior, but ravages Britain as an overlord.

Troubled times will only become more chaotic because of war. First of all, this is not the path to kingship she pursues. And no matter what angle she stood on, Arturia would never choose this option.

But if I really did that, which result would be more tragic than the Battle of the Sword Fence...

Confusion, deep confusion was written on this girl's face, and the complete denial of the royal way made Saber not know what to say for a moment.

"You...what do you think! For my kingly way!"

The confused girl didn't know what to do. She turned around and looked at Ye Yu and asked in words that were almost pleading.

Ye Yu was slightly stunned, surprised that Saber would ask him a question. The wine glass he raised stopped in mid-air, and then was slowly put down.

"Are you looking for my advice, Saber?"

Saber nodded feebly. For some reason, the girl had an inexplicable feeling for the man in front of her. Saber couldn't tell what it was, but the man's actions and words and deeds that night deeply impressed Saber. Feeling.

A man like this...is the perfect candidate for Master, right? How would such a person view me?

"For the history I know, I can only say that you are a miserable king. You live your whole life for your people, but..."

Shake your head and sigh. Ye Yu recalled everything he knew about the girl in front of him and about King Arthur.

"In the end, you were ruthlessly pushed into the abyss by the people you trusted."

The last ruthless words gave the girl the final blow. Saber's body paused and she almost fell to the ground.

No one helped her, no one comforted her.

Rider and Archer drank in silence. When she, as the king, actually sought advice from an unrelated person at the king's banquet, they no longer regarded Saber and themselves as equals.

Even in Archer's eyes, Saber as a king is no longer as good as Ye Yu, who is just an ordinary person.

After all, Archer recognized Ye Yu and allowed him to taste his wine. Maybe it doesn't matter to Ye Yu, but to Archer himself, this is a great grace.