The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Because once you have human feelings, you cannot protect others.

Diligent in government affairs, planning the country's development completely rationally, and trying criminals completely and fairly.

Several wars ended in victory, commanding several tribes and punishing all sinners.

Solve all problems perfectly.

But just because it is too perfect, people feel fear in their hearts.

[Wang has no human emotions.

The silver knight who left the round table, the last words left before leaving, aroused everyone's sympathy.

[Not human perfection.Can such a person without emotions really govern us?

Since when have you gradually been isolated by the crowd?

I have forgotten.

But it doesn't matter, she is the king, as long as she sticks to the goal she identified at the beginning.

For justice, for the country.

Anything can be discarded.

[Altoria, you bastard!What do you think of us!There is a limit for fooling people, bastard!

[As a king, Saber, you are totally unqualified!

[Anyway, I can't understand the idea of ​​"dedicated to the country" as Saber said.

[The role of "king" is not suitable for Saber.

In the history of this king, it took a hundred years for the kingdom of this king to decline.So, in the history after you became the king, what kind of final result those subjects you saved ushered in, do you not know?

At the other end of the dream, the night banquet at Einzbern Castle, the disapproval of the heroes' disapproval of her approach seemed to ring in the ears.

Can't forget.

Is that right?

Isn't she fit to be king?

Altria asked herself like this.

She is always right.

The former Altria firmly believed this.

Despite this, she ignored the fire that caused the tragedy in front of her, just as she ignored the pain that Lancelot and Guinevere and the others endured.

Until the tragedy happened.

After the Trial of Fire, Guinevere gave up her right to withdraw from Camelot's political arena, and after the kingdom was split, she chose to enter the monastery for atonement.And Lancelot chose to withdraw from the round table and return to Frank after the Trial of Fire, and later entered the monastery and was no longer involved in the world.And Mordred raised the flag of rebellion when she expedition to Frank because of Merlin's request, and finally fell under her own sword in the Battle of Gladiolus.

In addition, how many companions who gathered together for the sake of Great Britain at the end are there?

When did it start?

Searching memory simply cannot find any answers.

Is it true that everything you insist on is wrong?

Could it be that... when I chose to drew the "sword in the stone", was it destined to be the final result of the blood-stained battlefield and the sword of my loved ones?

[A miracle requires a price.In exchange, it should be your most important thing, right?

Merlin's words were remembered again.

Then, Altria seemed to have discovered something, astonished to the point that even her body was stiff.

She seems... has always overlooked one thing.

[It's just the law of "equivalent exchange".

Guinevere's words seemed to confirm what they suggested.

cost!

Yes, it is the price.

At the beginning, I always thought that the price of drawing the sword in the stone was to seal the fact of being a woman.

Could it be that...Is it actually made a mistake?

The "cost" in Meilin's mouth does not refer to her personal happiness, but... but the "country" she values?!

So, isn't it true that the tragic situation of Kamranchuk is not a trick of fate, but an inevitable result of Altria's governance as the "king"?

[From today, you are... Atolis.My... Your Royal Highness Arthur.Hope you don’t regret it!

Before pulling the sword, what Guinevere had said to her was so clear in her mind at this moment.

Don't regret it?Does she regret it?

"Woo..."

Hard to contain herself, Altria choked up.

She recalled those long days.

I remembered the girl who never cared about the men competing with each other in the lively arena, but faced the sword pierced in the rock alone.

At that time, what was she thinking about?

At the beginning, what kind of determination did I maintain before reaching out and holding the hilt of the sword?

Memories have long been blurred.

Even if the tears are hazy, my eyes can't remember.

If... If you knew it earlier, the price of drawing the sword would be in exchange for the country you love...

She will definitely not draw a sword.

With eyes dimly tearful, Altria looked up again at the bloody setting sun.

All my faults...must be committed that day.