Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

She didn't want to draw out her sword, let alone Artoria.

Even in a farm family, many teenagers will regard her as the lover of their dreams. Even if they choose to be ordinary, her life will not be gloomy.

But Artoria pulled out the sword in the stone, held it high, and the blade shone brightly, acknowledging its master.

"There were a lot of people laughing. I'm sure it can't be wrong."

Mordred looked at her in disbelief, but she understood why she had drawn the sword and not herself.

"Arthur—"

"You have chosen a difficult path."

The scene of Artoria's constant expedition and killing, just to let Britain sleep peacefully, flashed before Mordred's eyes.

Victory, victory, still victory.

But the situation in Britain has not improved at all, the people are still hungry, the land is absolutely barren, the Age of Gods is over, and Britain has long been abandoned.

Arturia still didn't give up her efforts and fought for the last hope, but the hope was also shattered.

All her efforts were in vain until Camlan was finally killed by Mordred.

Finally, she was able to rest.

In a blink of an eye, Mordred squinted his eyes. The sun was full and the wind was blowing gently. The sword in the stone was not pulled out, but was sleeping peacefully on the stone, waiting to be chosen. Time to be king.

Is it an illusion?

"Saber? What's the matter? Don't you draw your sword yet?" Lion Jieli looked at Mordred strangely, "You've been there for a long time."

"Ah? Really? Haha, after thinking about it, I still don't want to draw out this broken sword. I don't need to be recognized by others. I just want to be king myself." Mordred smiled casually laugh.

"That's okay, if you untie the knot. It's just that I think this is one of the conditions of the transaction. It's a pity if you don't go and remove the monster." Lion Jie Jieli wiped his sunglasses, "But, well, Just be satisfied with yourself."

Mordred nodded with a smile, and patted Shijie Jieli on the shoulder: "As expected of my master, doing things just suits my taste."

But she had already pulled it out, she just didn't pull out the sword.

That sword should not have been drawn by her.

That sword should only be drawn by Artoria.

It is true that Artoria can only be the king of Britain.

"An ideal king?" Mordred murmured, but unfortunately all efforts were ruined by her in the end.

But she doesn't regret it.

King Arthur should have rested a long time ago. Britain, which should have died, should not be ruled by a perfect king. It is not a bad thing to leave earlier.

"Assassin, thank you very much."

"Is the last sword still not drawn? Do you regret killing her?" Shirou asked suddenly.

"How did you know?" Mordred was stunned, "I didn't draw my sword, but I don't regret it either."

"You are more straightforward than I imagined. It's good if you don't regret it." Shirou pulled out the sword in the stone and held it up high. The gorgeous golden sword was shining brightly. Will you be so determined to take this path?"

"You really know her, what else do you know about your father, can you tell me?" Mordred had a rare pleading look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, since we've become allies, there's plenty of time, come on, let's go to Thousand Worlds Tree Castle first, and discuss the next battle meeting. I don't know what's going on with Joan of Arc, has my master been cured? Still can't get in touch."

Chapter 69 The Time to Say Goodbye Has Come, Here Is Abandoning the World

It was dark all around, and she fell to the ground in pain, unable to stand up.

The body was still trembling, but it was a little better, as if the toxins in the body were slowly emptied a little.

"Can you stand up?"

An indifferent voice came from in front of her.

It seemed to be Saber, she had seen it before, but she hadn't had much contact with it.

"I... can." She tried her best to put her hands on the ground, and she couldn't fall down here.

At this moment, she was cold all over, as if she was in a storage room.

The patches of green fluorescence kept appearing in her mind.

There are endless artificial people there, absorbing a lot of magic power all the time.

As the magic power is absorbed, their bodies will be drained, and most of them will die within three to four days, or even shorter.

She didn't want to die like this.

She also wants to let the man-made people live like her, to see people as righteous as Assassin, as gentle as Ruler, and as brave as Archer, and to see the beauty of this world.

"Very good." Saber looked at her softly, stretched out her hand, and pulled her up.

"Sure enough, you are even more courageous and persistent than I imagined. What are you persistent about?"

She hesitated slightly, but seeing Saber's encouraging eyes, she finally expressed her wish frankly:

"I want to rescue artificial humans, so that they can live and touch this world."

"Their lives are not long."