Chapter 633

Begging for flowers

【He finally got up, put on his clothes, put on his hood, and sneaked into the palace with his world-renowned disguise ability, came to the window he had been thinking about day and night, and called softly: "Guinevere..."】

【He hated himself so much.】

【And was so painful and missed her, not looking for excuses to comfort himself, which was already his last integrity as a knight.】

【No, perhaps, he was no longer worthy of being a knight...】

…….

【Above the spire of the magnificent and vast castle.】

【"Really won't consider it, Arthur..."】

【The man took off his hood, looked up at the cold crescent moon, and advised again.】

【In the distance.】

【"Lancelot————! You despicable villain, sure enough..."】

【The angry roar of the knight Agravain, who carried the darkness under the throne, came, and then stopped abruptly with a terrifying explosion and visible sound waves.】

………

In the eyes of countless people, broken fragments flashed one by one.

The ideal country that once shone on this land finally shattered like a dream.

The shattered picture turned.

Everything came to the end.

Burning earth, broken hills, rows of broken long swords densely packed to form an ocean of swords.

……..

【Sunset at dusk, the setting sun is like blood.】

【On the endless Hill of Swords, corpses were piled into small hills. The people, the warriors who once fought against invaders and shaped the ideal country, were piled up casually like useless rags.】

【Pairs of eyes filled with anger looked at the sky, as if questioning.】

【Why is it like this.】

【"Arthur——————!!"】

【The knight wearing armor intertwined with scarlet and silver roared hysterically.】

【Holding the Sword of Rebellion, tearing through the storm, splitting the earth, and launching a desperate charge toward the King who was alone on the high hill.】

【In the King's indifferent eyes, she swept her sword to meet the attack.】

【"Clang——!!"】

【In the sharp metallic clash, a terrifying storm exploded from the core of the collision, splitting the earth and tearing the clouds to pieces.】

【Boom.】

【A holy sword shot up and fell into the distant earth, inserting itself into the forest of swords.】

【In the terrifying recoil.】

【The knight's feet were inserted into the earth, and she was pushed back hundreds of meters, plowing a deep trench on the ground, injuring her internal organs, and blood spilled from the corners of her mouth.】

【But she didn't care at all, dragging the great sword with both hands, staring fixedly at the lonely King on the high hill, backed by the dusk, roaring and questioning:】

【"Why...!"】

【"Why don't you acknowledge me as your child~"】

【On the high hill.】

【The dim sunlight of the sunset brought the King into a dim silhouette.】

【Her bangs covered her eyes, but the half of her face was so hollow, so numb.】

【"Why was I born in such a way!!"】

【The knight was even more furious, carrying the great sword and turning into a storm, her body crossing hundreds of meters, cutting open the clouds in the sky along with the thousand-meter-thick airflow, venting the Red Dragon power inherited from the King in front of her and slashing down.】

【No answer.】

【The King pulled out the holy spear on one side and blocked it.】

【"Clang!"】

【In the terrifying collision, visible fluctuations spread silently.】

【As if bearing some terrifying pressure, one kilometer of ground trembled frantically.】

【Then.】

【Around the two, the earth floated up layer by layer, even exceeding the high hill, forming a sky wall to surround them, and then shattered with a boom, completely turning into dust in the terrifying fluctuations.】

【"Why don't you answer me!!"】

【The knight waved her great sword frantically, questioning hysterically.】

【The King was numb, wielding the spiral holy spear, fighting, silent.】

【There was no extreme speed that exceeded the limit of vision capture, only heavy blows that exhausted everything, destroying the earth and tearing the dusk to pieces.】

【"Answer me!!!!"】

【The knight with the bull-horned helmet roared, risking a spear wound on her shoulder, and for the first time pushed the King back, just wanting to go further.】

【That familiar figure had already appeared in front of her, the holy spear knocked away her great sword, and then...】

【"Chi——"】

【The sun set in the west, in front of the broken golden-red light.】

【On the high hill, the King lowered her head, and a spear pierced through the knight's chest, pinning her to death at this sunset moment.】

【Bang——!】

【The helmet cast from Oham divine steel shattered under this scattered, fierce, and domineering power, revealing a young and beautiful face.】

【A face exactly the same as that King's.】

【"Fa... Father King..."】

【The setting sun was as red as blood, the girl muttered, her body, which had its furnace heart shattered and lost its life, hung weakly on the King's shoulder.】

【Among the corpses of warriors fighting each other endlessly.】

【The King did not look back, slowly raising her head hollowly, looking at the dim sky.】

【Ah... another one alone...】

... Knife....

354. Rias: Splitting the earth, tearing the sky, are you sure this is before death?

High hill at dusk.

Lonely King.

This bleak, beautiful, and sad scene was deeply frozen in people's hearts.

For a long time.

For a long time.

Only then did someone wake up from it, trying to drive away the sadness: "Your father is ultimately your father, Little Mo is really being beaten as a son."

Others also forced a laugh: "No way, Little Mo is just a homunculus created by copying Saber, she can't win against the original."

"It's all that evil woman Morgan's fault, she was always the one fanning the flames behind the scenes. Unfortunately, she only has a shadow in the Sky Curtain, and we can't see her appearance, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?"

"Otherwise I would make a voodoo doll to curse her..."

What else could they do?

That is the witch who is as famous as Merlin.

If she manifested in the Caster class, she would probably be much fiercer than Medea.

Many people couldn't accept it.

Nor did they want to accept that such a Camelot, such a King, such knights, would have such a bleak ending.

It's not that they can't accept the curtain call, but how can they accept such a ridiculous curtain call?

"I finally know why Saber is so persistent. They deserve a better ending."

Someone sighed.

"Yes, the Conqueror King talks without back pain, everyone's persistent ideals are different. You want to conquer to the end of the world yourself, this is your King's way.

But Saber wants the people who follow her, the people who trust her, to have a good ending.

If my boss was like Saber, I could die crying, automatically working overtime until twelve o'clock every day. If I was one minute short, my conscience wouldn't be able to take it."