I, the sword in the stone, want to take the knight king

: A Victory Not For My Own

Iskandar’s proposal was approved by everyone present.

——Although in essence, the duel between these two knight kings does not need any referee at all.

But as a witness, as the son of Zeus, Iskandar who was dubbed the “King of Conquerors” is absolutely qualified.

And at the same time.

As one of the most legendary emperors throughout the ages.

The attention from Alexander the Great could indeed add some legendary color to this once-in-a-thousand-year duel.

It’s just that it’s different from a “duel” in the normal sense.

Before the duel officially started, the atmosphere of both sides was surprisingly harmonious.

“Aren’t you going to wait any longer?”

The dull hairy spirit holding the sword in the stone suggested so.

She could feel that Artoria, who was holding the sword of vowed victory in front of her, still had some residual magic power in her body.

It wasn’t much magic, but it was enough to keep her going for a few more hours.

And for her who is [gathering momentum], every time she spends more time, her strength will increase by one point.

The first sword swung by her will become even more unstoppable.

Just, unfortunately.

“No.”

The dumb hairy spirit holding the sword of vowed victory, refuse to come? Since, Xiao* said & group [9! 8; 0, 2> 0, 5.~8-5/6 stay, stay away, this is a proposal for her that has only advantages and no disadvantages.

Because at this moment, she can clearly realize it.

The gap between her and the Knight King in front of her can’t be made up with just a few hours of gaining momentum.

As far as the result of this duel is concerned, there is actually no difference between swinging the sword a few hours earlier and swinging the sword a few hours later.

However, even so, even knowing that victory is out of reach.

“To win, Saber.”

Irisviel’s voice rang in her ears again.

Not wanting to disappoint Irisviel’s expectations, she raised the sword of the promised victory with both hands.

The invisible Wind King enchantment faded away, revealing the pale golden sword inside that made Shaar gnash his teeth with hatred.

This is a holy sword that symbolizes [Victory].

— But, what few people know is.

The hidden “Sheng~.Li” in this sword is the victory of the dead and the victory of the losers.

【What is hidden in that sword is exactly what all the soldiers who have disappeared on the battlefield from the past and the future hold in their arms when they are dying. A sad but noble dream. 】

Some people die wanting to win.

So Wang responded.

[Such will is worth boasting, and such faith must be implemented. The ever-victorious king calls Miracle’s true name. 】

【That’s exactly—】

“EX——”

The King of Knights from Camelot moved his lips slightly.

Her voice was very soft, not at all the knight she should have been when she released her real name.

By the end, she even closed her eyes.

It seemed that he didn’t take the enemy in front of him seriously.

but in the meanwhile.

This time, the power released from her hands. But it was more violent and exaggerated than ever before.

This is probably a sad story.

The king of knights holding the sword of victory tightly did not know the true meaning of “victory” until the moment of his death.

She just fights to win and dances to win.

In the end, there was an ending of “nothing but victory”.

But luckily in misfortune.

She was “confuse” by the victory, and finally woke up at this moment.

The heavy power entrusted in the holy sword told her the path she would take in the future.

——Although as a Servant, she probably has no “future” to speak of.

But at least at this moment, she has truly surpassed her own legend, showing the realm and strength that she should have achieved but has never reached in her entire life.

【Victory not for oneself】

“Calibur!!!”

The sword of vowed victory, the real name is Liberation.

A spectacular scene appeared before people’s eyes.

The golden light rose from the ground. Diffuse in the air, reflecting the whole world into a piece of gold.

And in the next moment.

When the King of Knights, with his eyes closed, swung the holy sword symbolizing victory in his hand——

this moment.

The lights of victory converge into the sea.

In the direction of another ever-victorious king, he rushed wildly.

but in the meanwhile.

Facing the surging sea of ​​light, Al holding the sword in the stone…Toria did not show the slightest fear or hesitation.

There was only regret on her face.

“Pity.”

She looked at the King of Knights who could hold the light of victory tightly in front of her with a rather regretful look.

Now she has already sensed a dangerous aura from this knight king.

She couldn’t help thinking.

If this king of knights from Camelot can have his own master and exert 100% of his strength.

Taking this is sure to be a satisfying battle for both parties, a battle that will be etched in the back of our hearts forever.

rather than as it is now.

This was her first blow, the strongest one.

But it was also her last blow.

“Your Excellency Char.”

Facing the roaring sea of ​​light.

The Holy King of Britannia called his allies by name.

At the same time, Shaar, who also felt the power of the Sword of Oath to Victory, also had a high fighting spirit.

“I have long wanted to touch it.”

He said very arrogantly.

In the next instant, the golden blade instantly turned into a cold blue and white.

The power that can freeze even time blooms in Arturia’s hands.

But (Li Zhao’s) completely froze the sea of ​​light, which was just surging, from beginning to end in an instant.

Then–

“Wow!”

The ice crystals shattered.

Under the sunlight, tiny ice crystals danced all over the sky, reflecting very beautiful colors and patterns in the sky.

They are very much like the snowstorm in Einzbern.

And Irisviel’s silver-white long hair.

And vaguely, this King of Knights from Camelot even saw Irisviel’s smiling face.

——This made her sure that Irisviel’s soul must have been watching the battle from beginning to end.

“I’m sorry…Eri.”

Although a little lost.

But the king who had grown up really accepted his failure.

“However, compared to me, a failed king.”

“Please continue to bless Illya…”