In terms of time, this battle is really not long. Until the heroic spirit riding a horse gallops to the other side of the bridge, the offense and defense ends in just a few seconds.

But for Weber, who imprinted all this intently, this heavy and long period of time could match his life.

It is unforgettable. No matter how he deceives himself, he will never forget that scene. The scene that happened in front of him in just a few seconds has become a part of his soul and will never be separated.

Weber was alone, staying in the position where he was put down, standing motionless. Although he knew that he had to move, he would definitely kneel down when his body moved.

However, you must not touch the ground with your knees now. You must not.

The golden archer stared at Webber with his cruel bloody eyes and slowly approached him. He must not move his eyes away. Although his body could not move due to fear, he still knew this. As long as he looked away, his life would be gone.

Archer stood trembling all over, but he firmly looked at his boy, asking in a voice without any emotion.

"Boy, aren't you afraid?"

I thought it was impossible to make a sound in my throat, but when asked about my relationship with "him", the stiff bond was instantly untied. Weber shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

"Well. I'm - I can't be afraid."

"Um?"

The royal sister Archer narrowed her eyes and looked Weber carefully from head to toe. Only then did she realize that he did not emit the aura of a spell.

"—This is it. But boy, if you are a true loyal minister, shouldn't you avenge the dead king?"

Regarding the second question, Weber also expressed his sincerity in an incredibly calm voice.

"...If you challenge Mo Huai, you will kill me."

"Of course."

"I can't do that. The king gave the order to live."

Yes - he cannot die. As long as the king's last words still echoed in his heart, Weber would do everything possible to escape from this desperate dilemma. Even if the enemy's hero is right in front of him and he has no self-defense skills, his situation is so desperate that everything is over. But he must not give up. He must not trample on the oath at that time.

In a sense, the torment that Weber suffered at this moment was much more cruel and painful than his optimism of accepting his fate.

Faced with the inescapable death, the boy's body was trembling involuntarily, but the stubborn look told his unyielding. Gilgamesh silently looked down at his weak body and nodded gently.

"Loyalty is the righteousness. Don't be ashamed of his efforts."

The other party is not a master, but a harmless boy. There is no need to take action anymore. This is the decision of Gilgamesh.

The golden hero twisted his body and floated towards Mo Huai. Webber could only watch him go away silently. Until the figure stood behind Mo Huai, the cool breeze blew across the river and swept away the long-tight battlefield air, the boy finally realized that he was left alone in the quiet night and everything was over.

The miracle that survived made his knees tremble again.

The archer was indeed planning to kill Weber before changing his mind. The murderous aura, which was just like breathing, had already declared this fact in silence. If Weber looked away, collapsed on the ground or hesitated a little while answering, he had already been killed.

Although he only saved a little life, this is also a kind of affirmation of Gilgamesh to him, or Mo Huai's compassion. Dare to face fear and be able to save a life is a battle and a victory. It is the first time that Weber Velvet won the battle alone.

This was an ugly and insignificant battle, and it had nothing to do with heroism. It could neither make anyone surrender nor capture anything. He survived the dilemma, and that's all.

But Weber was still very happy and took pride in it. At that time, in that case, he could get the unexpected result. Only Weber could understand the preciousness of it. No matter how badly he was in the eyes of others, he had no reason to be ashamed of it.

He obeyed the king's orders, witnessed everything, and survived.

I really hope to be praised. Whether it is the thick palm or the thick leaves, the broken voice of the gong who is not polite. This time, there is no need to hide anything anymore. He can finally proudly raise his chest and show off his achievements to the man.

But - in this quiet night, only Weber himself was in a state of silence. There was no one around him. Just like himself before the eleventh day, Weber now was left alone in this numb and lifeless world.

This battle belongs only to him. Although he overcomes the difficulties alone, no one notices this and no one praises him.

But is this fact cruel - no, never.

When it comes to praise, he has just obtained the words. The greatest king in the world has recognized him, promoted him, and listed him as one of his subordinates.

It's just to reverse the order of things.

He has even won the praises from the distant future. He only needs to spend the rest of his life and achieve merits commendable with the praise.

Yes. At that time, because of that sentence, he was no longer lonely.

The moment he understood this, his years as a teenager ended.

Then for the first time he knew that tears can sometimes burst out from the eyes without the chance of humiliation and regret.

At this moment, on the empty bridge, Weber Wilvet looked down at the dark river, letting tears wet his cheeks.

It was hot and cool, the man's tears.

......

it hurts--

Only pain. Discomfort-

I don’t know how many times I was betrayed.

I don’t know how many times I was deceived.

Saber has given up on counting because she can't remember it.

What is the strongest sword-holding hero? Who created it by the lake? Now her mood is like a small boat in the storm. Facing Mo Huai's declaration, she can only feel pain in her heart. She will not even feel unwilling to do so. She, who is silent in despair, has no fighting spirit. She is no longer the heroic Knight King, who is called the dragon, but a sad woman.

Saber originally believed that she and Mo Huai were friends. Even if they met for some inevitable reasons, they were still the same in their hearts. On one side was the king who embodies the knighthood, and on the other side was the ranger who embodies the chivalrous heart.

But is this bond just her naive fantasy?

Under Mo Huai's problem, Saber's holy sword moaned. The sword of light that promised victory had no meaning in the hands of the master who had lost his fighting spirit. At this time, she was already in chaos.

Facing Mo Huai's cold expression, Saber was unmoved at all. The enemy's changeable personality was gradually disintegrating his spirit.

Ahh, my friend...Is this your intention?

Why are you so? Are you angry?

Although we do not have the same dream, we fight hard to save the people.

If our ambitions are not different, then why would you face your own people?

"stop!!"

Saber relied on his last reason to stretch out his right hand holding the Wind King barrier, and shouted with all his strength.

"…Stop...please..."

With a whimper, his knees softly knelt on the ground.

She couldn't move anymore, and she had reached her limit. The previous battle consumed too much of her physical strength. She was now at the end of her strength and could not defend against attacks.

Perhaps, only this is the only redemption.

She is so unwilling and hates it so much—

"Even so, I still have to get the Holy Grail."

Tears dripped on the trembling handguard armor, mixed with the blood of the monster that slipped down the blade of the sword, symbolizing the battle between the two of them.

“If I don’t do this…if I don’t do this, I don’t know what I really want”

"—It's really sad. Saber, it's all over the place, are you still looking for excuses for yourself to fight?"

This nostalgic and cold voice was spoken by Mo Huai.

Looking up, Mo Huai was staring at Saber with a calm gaze as calm as ever, like a calm lake. He had already torn his face. Although Mo Huai had compassion for the small Knight King, he would not lose his composure. Of course, he still hoped that Saber could surrender to him.

"Mo Huai..."

"Saber, needless to say more, just two answers, whether to agree or not..." Mo Huai said quietly with a pity look at the thin girl who was bathing blood through the ground.

"Mo Huai... Actually, I want to... but I'm sorry... my people are still waiting for me." Saber said hesitantly. Saber was unable to get redemption until his death. He was deeply guilty of not saving the people. She had to bear this self-reproach all her life. If she wanted to save the people, she had to beat the person she liked. It was very uncomfortable to have to spend more Saber.

Who should tell me about such pain, and who should blame him to be liberated?

Sighing deeply, Saber relaxed his body, holding the sword in both hands, and holding the hands in a slow speed during which he seemed to be prompting Mo Huai to attack in advance, because she was about to use the "Sword of Victory Contract". Seeing that Mo Huai was not moving at all, Saber couldn't help feeling his throat was blocked.

"Sorry, although it was in this form, I finally chose not to..."

As if he was talking to himself, Saber murmured calmly, then sighed.

"Please take the call, the sword of the Victory Contract!"

The huge column of light lit up the dark sky, just like the light that leads the people, and light is the power that guides the people...

Mo Huai just raised his hands.
Chapter completed!