Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

Gould, who was slumped on the stool, saw Siegfried and the others returning, filled with grief and joy.

In just one day, Caster betrayed and Lancer died.

Shirou almost died, and the red berserker also blew himself up to death.

Almost all the main troops were buried on the sky garden.

Now Siegfried seems to be seriously injured, and Gould is entangled in his heart when he sees his painful appearance.

"Saber, what's the situation with you? You are obviously a great hero with no flaws, why don't you cherish yourself so much!" Gold burst into tears, scolding and crying at the same time.

"Master, who is that artificial man on the bed?" Siegfried ignored Gold's reaction.

He has almost thoroughly grasped Gold's temper.

Instead of making him sad, it is better to do something meaningful before leaving.

"That's the master of Assassin..."

Gold explained the cause and effect, and Siegfried coughed and remained silent for a while, finally making up his mind.

"Master, can you let Assassin come over?"

Chapter 64 Mourning Barbatos

When he was a teenager, he went on constant expeditions, and in the process of fighting with the Nibelungen, he got constant victories and endless wealth.

Forgot since when, he has been fighting like this.

The desires of the heart begin to die away, simply responding to the requests of others.

He just fought because of other people's requests, and he didn't judge whether it was right or wrong.

Confusion slowly enveloped him, and he didn't understand why he responded to other people's requests.

Could he make everyone laugh by doing this?

Of course not.

When he responded to others helping others, countless people who were unable to come to him to ask were still frowning and suffering.

Even because he also helped corrupt (harmonious) officials, the poor peasants suffered even more.

He couldn't help but occasionally think, why on earth did he do this?

But before the result was thought out, he went to fight again.

Going back and forth like this, he walked into the abyss step by step, until one day, he finally died.

Before he died, he also considered whether he had done something wrong.

Maybe I did something wrong.

But he wasn't ready to correct his past self either.

Even at the end of the day, he didn't feel sorry for himself.

Isn't it right to pay the price for the mistakes you made?

It's just that at that moment, he sincerely wanted to judge by himself, choose by himself, and help others by himself, instead of being asked to help.

Because of this alone, he responded to Gold and participated in this Holy Grail War.

It's just a pity that he didn't do what he really wanted to do in the Holy Grail War, and didn't dedicate his strength according to his own will—until now.

"Saber, what are you going to do?" Gold asked tentatively.

Siegfried didn't speak, but walked to the artificial man quietly.

A sickly flush filled every part of her body.

Blue veins are clearly visible.

The furrowed brows made that beautiful cheek a bit ferocious.

With his hands on his chest, he was panting violently, his will was struggling with his body, as long as he gave up at this moment, the pain would end.

Severe pain occurred anywhere in the nerve.

Just like myself now.

Panting violently, Siegfried covered his chest and even hugged himself, sweating frequently, his legs went limp, and he squatted down.He had no strength left to stand.

"Saber, saber!"

Gold quickly ran to his side, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

But the handkerchief had wiped the artificial man's sweat, and hadn't wrung it out yet. Wiping it like this made Siegfried's face even wetter.

"Oh, I'm so stupid. Fiore, do you have any handkerchiefs?"

"Uncle Gold, I have given you my handkerchief, just wring it dry." Fiore suggested.

Gold hurried to the bathroom, preparing to wash his handkerchief.

Siegfried, who had recovered a little, raised his head and stood up, but his sight was attracted by the man-made man.

On the hospital bed, the hand of the artificial man had already started to hang down feebly.