The Godslayer in the Sky of Fate

"That's right," said Yo, nodding. "I have witnessed countless kings, from the ancient Solomon, Ramses of Egypt, to the later Roman Emperor Octavian, each with their own kingship, but never the same."

"A king is not the size of your territory or the strength of your army, but whether or not you have established your own kingship, which is what a king is!"

(Yes, the multitudes wanted such a king to protect their weak selves so that they could enjoy ordinary life. Not so much ambition, not so much wealth, not so grandiose dreams, ordinary life needs such a king to protect it. And Archer's sneer and Rider's outright dismissal of them only showed that they were too great people to be so far removed from the wishes and interests of ordinary people. Unlike the heroic and conquering kings, the Rider King is a king that belongs to the weak, to the common man.

(Personal opinion, please don't spray, just sending it to you for your perusal).

"Gracious" Rider nodded his head. "Truly insightful, then you think saber's kingdom."

"It was the best king's way at the time," said Yo, "the king's way with the goal of salvation as the only way to save saber's country at the time."

"But. When the country is stable, it is no longer suitable for the country, and what people need at this time is not salvation, but the power to guide the way forward."

"Saber's loneliness has caused his people to lose their way. The people did not know what their king was going to do, and so the nation that lost saber perished."

"Archer was destined to be the embodiment of epic perfection, and Rider's greatness lies only in words and pictures, but Saber's contributions to the people are not erased by ultimate defeat and the destruction of his country, and the reason why the Rider King's illustrious reputation can live on to this day, in his capacity as monarch of the island of Britannia, is that he was able to fight with the oldest heroic king, the king who established the The conquering king of a vast empire drinks and talks about nothing else but precisely the affirmation and remembrance of all the people."

Yo stopped what he was saying and looked at the crowd.

"I see," spoke RIDER. "For the sake of the people?. What about yourself? Has lost the meaning of existence."

Saber looked at Yo with a touched look and said "Thank you." She didn't know what to call Baal, the most feared demon king in people's hearts recognized her, the most evil being but the one who knew her best.

Yo stood up and said, "Nero, let's go."

Driving the chariot of hell, Yo left the castle, and said to the other three spirits. "After this banquet, I'm afraid we won't be able to have such a pleasant chat again."

Rider laughed "Exactly. I'm afraid you'll have to lose at my hands next time, Demon King."

"Accept my king's verdict, demon: the golden glitter said "I will defeat you myself."

"It really has been a long time since we've had such a nice chat" said Yo "I'm afraid the last time was when I was a mortal named Haruno Yo."

"I will send you one by one to my hell." Yo said "My legion is still missing a few generals, so don't die at the hands of others!"

The hellish chariot flew away in flames, leaving a trail of flames in the sky.

Yo and Nero left, RIDER and WEBER left the area in their chariots, and the golden flash turned into golden light and disappeared into the courtyard.

The only two people left in the entire courtyard were Alisfil and Saber.

This is the real. Chapter Fifteen.

CHAPTER 15

Back at her current residence, Sakura had fallen asleep.

The Hell Chariot is parked in the courtyard, and both Yo and Nero get out of the chariot.

The banquet of kings had ended, and the doom of the kings had opened both Yo and Nero's eyes.

"As expected, the kings who were able to leave their names in history were not simple people." So said Yo.

Nero dismounted from the chariot and looked at Yo and said. "What do you think of me, Sono-san?" She was curious about her comment in the mouth of Yo, an ancient being.

"You?." Yo walked into the hall, sat on the couch, and said slowly. "You're an excellent king."

Nero was pleased to hear that. "I knew it. "

Yo said again. "You made your efforts for the people, but you were killed by those nobles."

"All I can say here is that you are an idiot."

Nero got up and said "Then what do you think I should have done then."

"The nobles hold power and money, but you can destroy them all if you have one thing, but you never had the key to it."

"What is it?" Nero was stunned and asked.

"Military power," Yo so said. "You are the Emperor, the King, you could have contacted some of the nobles, corrupted them first, switched to your own side, joined forces with them, drew the nobles you failed to corrupt into the palace, and killed them."

"Kill and then declare the other wave of nobles treasonous, and let the rest of them come to a dogfight."

"But there are countless surprises in between, not even one step short of that. Can't let anyone know yet that you're the mastermind."

Yo combined his opinion with the evil wisdom from hell to make a complete plan.

Nero listened and sighed. "If I'd had such a plan in the first place, it wouldn't have failed."

Looking again at Nero who was mumbling to himself, Yo thought about the path ahead.

With the Grail War coming to an end and the evil of this world about to be born, the existence that was crowned as the evil of the world, Yo was curious to know that even the original Baal had failed to grasp all the evil of the world. What is this thing that has been named the evil of this world.

Could it be even more evil than hell?

Yo shook his head again, ending his suspicion that this war was going to end soon, I'm afraid.

。。。。。。

This place was a ruin, but a battle was about to take place here.

On one side was a young girl in blue and silver armor, and on the other side was a warrior with two guns.

The two Servants were concentrating all their fighting energy in a silent and intense attack. If one were to be particularly sensitive, just standing in the middle of the swirling vortex of the two Servants' fighting energy would feel as if they had been hit, perhaps even causing a heart attack.

The cells of Alisfil's entire body trembled at the premonition of certain death, not to mention the breath, but even the bloodline stagnated.

Then both sides took a step forward at the same time, the momentum was like a rainbow, the sound of the same crack.

In an instant, they exchanged blows for dozens of rounds.

Saber wasn't injured because he was hit by the yellow rose, and lancer didn't lose the yellow rose either. Both sides were at the peak of their power.

Swords and guns were exchanged, and the sounds continued. The maiden known as the King of Knights and the beautiful man known as Glory were engaged in a duel between knights in the ruins.

(How am I supposed to spit when it's said that Di Lumido is the prototype for Arthur's cousin Gawain of the Knights of the Round Table.)

On the other hand, Kyneth and Sora were hiding in the shadows deep in the abandoned factory, watching the battle situation outside.

"Do you think lancer can kill saber," asked Kyneth. Feeling anxious and restless for some reason since morning.

Sora how was blushing at the lancer, "No problem, lancer will definitely fuck some saber."

"Yeah." Kyneth sighed. "I hope so." He whispered in his own mind.

But.

"Bang." the gun went off.