"You... Do you hate me so much...? Even if I became like that... Do you hate me so much?"
Saber only felt that her knees were weak, and she almost fell to the ground, but Shirou hurriedly reached out to help her.
Even though he was supporting a soft and slender body, and the fragrance was as refreshing as a flower, Shirou didn't care about it at the moment.
The girl's faith almost collapsed at this moment, and her originally soft and light body suddenly became a little heavy.
Shirou, who saw this scene, was worried that Saber's faith would collapse, so he hurriedly spoke.
"Saber, Lancelot has no grudge against you."
A sentence like a life-saving straw made the girl slowly raise her face, and her misty turquoise eyes were full of confusion at this moment.
"Lancelot longs for the path of redemption, and being killed by your own hand is his only wish. He regrets all his life for everything he has done, and his only regret is not being punished."
Shirou told Saber about Lancelot's only wish in being summoned to participate in the Holy Grail War.
After listening to Shirou's words in silence, Saber fell silent for a moment, and then, in a somewhat trembling tone, spoke.
"How could it be...?"
Saber couldn't believe that the revered knight could have been reduced to Berserker, just to atone for his sins.
She didn't expect that her original idea of letting the other party leave out of good intentions would actually create such a result.
Lancelot and Guinevere fell in love, but Artoria did not regard this inextricable injustice as treachery, all because the King hid her gender.
The one who must bear this contradiction for the rest of her life is Guinevere.
Artoria understood the weight of the sacrifice and thanked him. At the same time, there was also guilt involved.
But she was even relieved by Lancelot, the man who fell in love with her.
This man, who shares the King's ideals, will not plunge the country into crisis, and she believes that he will share the responsibility with her.
And in fact, he did.
Although he was troubled by stepping onto the path of injustice, he still secretly supported Guinevere and supported the King.
The reason why it was exposed as a scandal and forced the two to stand in opposing positions was also planned by those traitors who hated Camelot.
Since Lancelot could not sit idly by and watch his beloved woman be killed, Artoria had to execute her duty as King.
"No one is wrong, and it is because everyone is right that tragedy is caused."
Shirou said with a sigh.
"Saber, go kill... save him!"
"Hmm... I see..."
The supple blonde hair fell in front of her face, and Saber nodded slightly.
When she raised her face again, the girl's glass-colored eyes were already full of resolve.
Whoosh————!
The figures of pitch-black and blue-and-white armor flashed by, and golden and black blades clashed here!
Clang————!
"Lancelot, I'm going to get the Holy Grail!"
Saber said this in an extremely serious tone.
After hearing Saber's words, the black mist that smeared the Black Knight's body swirled and began to shrink.
In the pouring mist, the pitch-black armor finally revealed its true face.
It is neither glamorous nor vulgar, but it is the perfect combination of functional beauty and magnificence.
The craftsman has done his best to cast it with great attention to detail to make it appear both powerful and sophisticated.
Even the countless scars on it have become carvings to show his great military exploits, adding to its brave demeanor.
It was the ideal battle outfit that all knights couldn't help but envy.
Saber knew the brave man who had worn that armor and galloped into battle.
At the Round Table of Camelot, he was a peerless swordsman who was more dazzling than anyone else, a knight and a loyal warrior who was more outstanding than anyone else.
"Ar... Arthur..."
This time, Lancelot's voice no longer carried the hatred of the previous emotion, but was full of guilt, as if a child who had made a mistake was about to cry.
The next moment, the Sword of Promised Victory clashed with Arondight, and in this moment, Saber's sword stabbed into the chest of Lancelot, who offered no resistance.
Saber's lips trembled slightly, and she looked up to see the knight looking at his King with the same calm gaze as ever, as calm as the surface of a lake.
Severing his contract with the Master, he freed himself from the spell of madness before he disappeared.
"Lancelot..."
"Thank you very much... King. Perhaps, I can only express my remorse in this way..."
Staring at the sharp sword that pierced his body, Lancelot continued with a wry smile.
"Actually... I wanted you to punish me personally. O King... I wished you had demanded your anger from me..."
The treacherous knight, known as the culprit of the Round Table's fall, spoke sadly to his only friend, who never reproached him until the end.
"If you can sanction me... If you can demand compensation from me... Then I will also believe in the atonement... I've always believed that one day I'll find a way to forgive myself... The Queen must be the same..."
And these two men were not redeemed until they died. Because of the betrayal of the most important person, they blame themselves deeply, and this self-blame, they have carried it all their lives.
To whom should such suffering be addressed, and who should be blamed in order to be liberated?
With a deep sigh, Lancelot relaxed and collapsed into the arms of the Knight King.
The Servant's body, which was fading away, had almost no weight.
As if in a dream, the Knight of the Lake murmured and sighed calmly.
"In the arms of the King, dying before the King's eyes... Haha, I'm just... like this... like a loyal knight..."
"You—Don't say that..."
Saber replied anxiously.
However, it was too late, and Lancelot's body, in her eyes, turned into scattered light, slowly rising into the air, looking from afar like a little starlight.
Standing up, Saber looked at the sky a little dazedly and muttered in a low voice.
"It's not over yet, it's not too late, there's still the Holy Grail, I have a miracle that can overturn fate..."
"..."
Shirou looked at Saber who was in a state of grief, and he was going to tell the truth about the Holy Grail, but he suddenly didn't know whether to say it or not.
Speaking at this juncture, for Saber, it was probably the most desperate blow to her.