Finally approaching the forest, Saber's heart thrusts.

Is the enemy you are about to face another self?

I thought that the man was just a pathetic follower polluted by darkness, but from the sword he swung last night, it was certain that the other party was definitely not what he imagined.

Sword in stone caliburn.

The holy sword that determines the king actually appears again, demonstrating its absolute existence with the power that separates light and darkness.

The person who can hold the holy sword, the person who holds the holy sword she lost, the sacred figure of the king - is the enemy she is facing.

As soon as he thought about this, the blue girl actually found a hint of retreat in her heart.

——Absolutely not to retreat.

You must never just be a illusion of the past, which will shake your progress.

However, when she really saw the familiar figure walking out of the forest and standing in front of her, the blue girl's footsteps still drifted down.

"You guy..."

She appeared in front of her in such an image, even making her forget how to call her.

——That is a fake thing.

But it is so real.

"Marce Hide Kimura, please allow me to talk to Saber alone. Your opponent is on the other side."

"Am I being disliked again? But I really can't get involved in your affairs. I'd better challenge the opponent who is suitable for me. Saber, I'll take the lead."

Fighter looked at the almost identical two people, shook his head helplessly, and happily left Saber and walked into the forest. In the shadow, the black servant holding a bloody red spear was waiting for his arrival.

"Liya, I really didn't expect that you and I would meet in such a situation."

The white saber approached the blue sword-holding girl, and her green eyes calmly looked at the girl who looked like a twin sister, and her words seemed to be invincible.

"Why do you, a fake thing, appear in such an image?"

The name that had not been called for many years was used by the other party in this way, and the contradictory heart was also angered by the other party's calm eyes. Saber's right hand tightly held the invisible sword in his hand.

"Are you fake? I just asked Shirou to help me get the sword I lost, or the sword you lost."

The white saber's eyes swept across Saber's right hand holding the sword, but remained calm.

"Shirou, how could he get caliburn? Could it be..."

"Yes, Shirou's sword making has reached a level beyond your and I imagined. As long as he displays the memory of caliburn to him, he can cast a legendary sword that is no different from the authentic one."

With the communication with the Blue Saber, a golden sword appeared in the White Saber's hand. The pure light wandered on the sword like spirituality. Artoria couldn't help but take a deep breath and her heart beat faster.

That's right, that's the holy sword she lost, the original testimony of the chosen king in England.

It was Shirou Emiya's work. It was no longer a fake that only looks in her impression, no longer a defective product that was obviously weaker than the genuine one. What we saw in front of us was the golden holy sword caster caster.

Her mind was excited. The young man who was constantly fighting had accidentally reached such a powerful state.

"That's why you took Shirou away."

"Yes."

"Why are you doing so hard to make a sword for you?"

For several days, she was frightened by Shirou and was anxious. She turned out to be taken away by the person in front of her, and even recast the holy sword she lost for the other party. Mo Ming's anger surged from the bottom of her heart, and Saber Blue asked in a cold tone.

"For why... Riya, I and you are fighting for the Holy Grail in this world, and the only difference is that they have different wishes for the Holy Grail."

White Saber, holding the golden holy sword, stared at the girl in front of her with concentration. A complex look passed through her clear pupils. Facing the blue girl with the same face as her, her voice became extremely solemn.

"Liya, I hope you can give up your wrong wish."

When the Blue Sword Master heard the answer, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then a sneered expression appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's ridiculous. Even a fake thing has to say anything to my wish."

That was a few days ago. Her master once overestimated her ability to accuse her of her dreams, but now another fake thing appeared to make the same move. The blue girl was already angry.

However, Saber's expression remained gentle.

"Liya, I understand the desire to be born in your heart. Erase your existence in history and let the Holy Sword choose a better king. But this is only your choice as Liya, not as me, King Arthur."

"Varied--"

Unexpectedly, the Holy White Phantom in front of her gave her an answer that she could not understand completely.

"Didn't I start to do it on the road to save the country? Since the beginning of the road was right, then Riya, have you really not thought about when you were wrong?"

The blue girl was stunned. The sword in her hand was unconsciously relaxed, and she felt a huge shadow coming from behind her.

"I did not make any mistakes. No matter what difficulties or decisions I face, I am moving forward for my country and people."

Her struggled voice gradually became weak.

"But, Riya lost the Holy Sword of the King."

"It was me who failed to uphold the morality of the knight."

As the king, he fought for the people, but sacrificed his innocent village for the victory of the war.

For the victory of the war, even the morality of the knight was abandoned.

At some point, my hands holding the Holy Sword began to tremble. I had countless reasons to convince myself, but my heart was still in a state of great pain.

"Who is wrong when the Holy Sword leaves Riya? Why do the path of the king, the path of the knight and the path of victory lead to different directions-!"

Bai Zhisaber's voice became cold and his clear words were filled with a strong determination.

"What the hell do you want to say-?"

Pain surged from past memories to my heart, distorting the beautiful face of Blue Saber. She unconsciously waved the sword in her hand, as if she wanted to split the shameless phantom in front of her, but inexplicable fear had already been heavy on the girl's heart.

"As a knight, you will inevitably commit countless sins. However, the sins of the knights can be borne by their king, and who can bear the sins of the king?!"

The voice of Saber of White had touched the realm she would never dare to touch. Under the phantom of light, the dark shadow brewing in it had closely surrounded the trembling blue girl.

"The Holy Sword cannot bear the king's sin, so the Holy Sword is wrong. Humans imagine that a king with noble character can save the people, but what saves the people is not the character but the choice of sacrifice, so the person who created the Holy Sword is wrong-!"

The shameless phantom of light actually doubted the foundation of the Holy Sword and the holy sword that proved the Knight King.

But the firm voice as firm as steel had hit the Blue Saber's heart defense.

"So, your wish is no longer to choose a new king, but..."

"Yes, I want to recast the sword of the King. The King should not be a human, the King should not be a knight, the King should be an absolute justice, the King should be an absolute rational-I will complete the task that Liya has not been able to complete in the true kingdom. -I, Artoria~Pandragorn, will eventually save my kingdom-!"

The Knight of the Light of the Holy White made her vow as a king. That figure was more like an excellent king than any moment in Artoria's memory.

but--

King Arthur did not understand human hearts.

Even though he has been working hard, he has never been able to achieve the goal people dream of. King Arthur is not the perfect posture that people imagine.

Will it really be the perfect king to uphold the morality of a knight and protect innocent people, even if they have deviated from it, but completely ignore people's hearts for victory?

Under that light, Artoria saw the darkest shadow.

Wouldn't the king who forgot to protect the people in order to win and destroy her kingdom?

"You guy..."

Absolutely not, let anyone deny their knight path.

The belief in protecting the people is definitely not a mistake, and it is definitely not a belief that can be easily given up.

"Liya, give up your wishes, let me fight for the Holy Grail."

If I give up the Holy Grail, I will be nothing.

"Shut up—"

The angry flames in his heart turned into a burst of storm, and the figure wrapped in the blue saber rushed forward suddenly.

"What qualifications do you have to become a king like you who even have the identity of a human being and even the kindness of a king?"

However, the phantom in front of him stopped the declaration that resounded like a morning bell, and the determination still attacked the blue Saber's heart defense like a blade of steel.

"Poor Riya, haven't you figured it out yet? A girl who doesn't even know what the people really want."

The voice of the Holy White King was filled with empathy and determination.

The golden light bloomed from the hands of the Holy White King. The holy sword that determined the king and the holy sword that swore victory intersected in the air, stirring up dazzling sparks.

As a sword with more decorativeness than practicality, caliburn is a proof of becoming a king, and its accuracy is not as good as excalibur.

But as long as the holder of the Holy Sword always adheres to the morality of a knight, this holy sword will be an undestroyed sword of the knight's Tao.

While denied the path he had been walking, the King of Knights held up the undestroyed Knight's Holy Sword and blocked the attack of Blue Saber.

Such a contradictory attitude of different words and deeds made the girl named Artoria even more angry.

"Your existence is an insult to Knights, and I will never let you go--!"

Blue and white entangled in the air, and golden light shone in the dark forest.

The gorgeous wind sword dance attacks the Holy White light that cuts through the world.

In the resonance of the golden sword, the blue saber crossed the barrier of steel and saw the other party's beautiful face full of determination as she was.

"Your sword cannot stop me, because I, who hold caliburn, is the king of England."

The awesome voice of the Holy White King came from the wind, asserting to her like judgment.
Chapter completed!