Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 476 This plot isn't right!

A short, high-pitched scream came from the kitchen, the sound like a bird with broken wings cut off in mid-air, abruptly ending before it could spread, sounding mournful and resentful.

Upon hearing the shout, Saber abruptly stood up. Without a second thought, magical armor replaced her suit, and an invisible sword appeared in her hand as she rushed to the scene like the wind.

Irisviel fell into a coma with her eyes closed, collapsing limply into Luke's arms. Even in this state, her brows remained furrowed, as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she could not escape.

If it weren't for the trust that had been built up beforehand, and the fact that Luke was protecting the person in his arms and hadn't shown any hostility, Saber would have almost drawn her sword.

"Master... what happened? What's wrong with Irisviel!?"

"Thank you for not drawing your sword immediately, Saber."

Luke gently smoothed Irisviel's hair as she slept, then handed her to Saber and smiled at her.

"Don't worry, Alice is fine. She's just asleep and having a bad nightmare. She'll be fine when she wakes up."

After waking up, it will probably change from the "Heaven's Cup" to the "Black Grail".

Saber carefully examined Irisviel, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no traces of magic or curses on her body, and that her breathing was steady and that she was really just asleep.

"Could we use one of the guest rooms here?"

"No problem at all."

Luke led the way to Saber's room, watching as the King of Knights carefully placed her on the bed and covered her with a blanket, his movements as gentle as a guardian knight.

If you didn't know that both of them are heterosexual, you might believe they were a couple at first glance.

Back in the living room, Saber stared intently at Luke, her petite frame exuding the aura of a queen as she sternly questioned him.

"Master, what exactly happened just now?"

Luke answered honestly, "She asked me some questions, I gave her the answers, that's all."

Saber's furrowed brows relaxed, and her voice lowered slightly: "May I ask what the problem is?"

"Who is the Master who summoned me, what are my weaknesses, and... what was the original trajectory of this Holy Grail War?"

Luke casually posed the three questions, as if he were revealing information that could be freely disclosed, rather than a secret to victory.

Saber: ...

The question was so targeted that it made it easy for her to understand who the real strategist was. The Knight King's uprightness did not mean she was a fool who knew nothing about the dark side. As the monarch who led Britain from prosperity to decline, she could naturally see Irisviel's emotional changes.

However, Irisviel actually asked such an outrageous question, and Luke actually answered it. It felt like both of them were being too irrational, leaving her speechless.

"Don't worry about it. The Servants are the people closest to me. I don't want to hold anything back from them. Whether it's you or Irisviel, I don't want to deceive you. I guess Kiritsugu Emiya saw this out... He's a very perceptive person."

Luke looked melancholy and described how he had tricked Irisviel into asking questions as a cunning move by Kiritsugu Emiya, which made Saber on the other side feel even more guilty.

"I'm very sorry, but my Master is that kind of person. He doesn't use very honorable means to achieve his goals. However, he is also a person with lofty ambitions..."

Luke shook his head in disagreement: "'Saving all of humanity' is indeed a grand ambition, too heavy and distant for him. Forcing himself to take on something that doesn't belong to him and that he's not capable of doing could easily lead to a tragic end..."

Saber paused, momentarily unsure whether Luke was referring to her or Kiritsugu Emiya. Memories of Britain flashed before her eyes, leaving her feeling lost and melancholic.

"But it's alright, I won't blame him. Since it's war, we have to use every means possible. We just need to accept the consequences."

Lu Ke's lips curled up slightly. As the captain of the NTR team, he naturally needed to share some common experiences with his team members so that they could chat about everything under the sun and their ideals.

He's fucking awesome!
“Saber.”

He softly called out to the Servant, who was lost in memories, and when the Servant looked up, his eyes met those emerald green ones.

"Want to come see a play together?"

Saber was about to ask a question when she suddenly realized that the surrounding light had vanished, and the whole world was pitch black, except for the area around her and Luke, which was enveloped in light.

She was startled and before she could figure out what was going on, she saw Lu Ke walking towards her with a smile on his handsome face. He took her hand and led her forward.

After a moment's hesitation, Saber didn't immediately shake off Luke's hand. She followed his steps as the streetlights illuminated, forming a winding ribbon of light that led her towards the distant destination.

Saber looked at Luke, who was leading the way, and asked softly, "Is this also... an illusion?"

"No, it is your mental world, a place composed of soul, will, and spirit, a place that even you yourself do not fully understand."

Luke turned to Saber with a bright smile, "The scabbard is the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm, but simply retrieving the scabbard won't defeat me. Fortunately, we now have a chance, so you need to learn more about my abilities..."

He paused for several seconds before finishing his sentence, "As long as you are familiar with my abilities and have firm beliefs, defeating me is not impossible."

Saber looked at him, puzzled: "Help me defeat myself...why would you do something like that?"

"Do you need a reason to help your Servant? You want the Holy Grail, but you want to fight your enemy fairly, so I, as your Master, will do my part to help."

Luke, who was walking ahead, changed the subject and smiled, "Or perhaps I harbor malicious intentions and plan to alter your will in the mental world, making you my Servant again?"

"No, you won't do that."

Saber's gaze softened considerably. "If you are the Master who summoned me, I would be happy to wield my sword for you and achieve victory together."

Luke raised an eyebrow slightly, bent down, and raised his hand to guide Saber to look ahead.

"Alright, let's enjoy 'Le Morte d'Arthur' together."

The market was filled with the pungent smell of mutton. Merchants wrapped in coarse linen cloaks argued over half a sack of rye. Children in patched clothes chased crows that were gnawing on carrion. The mud underfoot was mixed with horse manure and broken pottery shards.

The place later known as "Camelot" was still a simple fortress built of rammed earth, where King Uther's battle banner fluttered in the wind, but it was already dilapidated and faded.

The Kingdom of Britain in the 5th century AD.

"We need a king."

"He cannot be bound by human emotions."

"He was chosen, a born king."

A gentle, chanting male voice carried on the wind, unusually tender yet elusive—it was the voice of the great magician Merlin.

“I have fallen in love with Igraine, and my child with her will be the king.”

King Uther's voice was heavy yet firm, carrying a certain hope.

…………

The scene shifts to a baby girl in swaddling clothes. The chosen child is no different from the other babies, except that her cries are louder, her eyes are clearer, and her smile is warmer.

"It's a pity it's a girl..."

"Don't worry, great King Uther, this child will be an excellent king." Merlin's voice was full of certainty.

Her gender was concealed from birth; the baby girl identified herself as male and was fostered in the household of Sir Eckert.

Like the other boys, she wore rough, coarse cloth clothes, ate sawdust-like rye bread, and had to do all sorts of rough work in the fields.

She then underwent the most rigorous training, practicing horsemanship, swordsmanship, and the art of governance day and night, without stopping for a single day, regardless of the season or weather. Merlin used a magic spell to stop her growth, concealing her physical characteristics.

When she was 16, King Uther died, and Britain fell into a state of mantlelessness.

War and strife engulfed the already weakened Kingdom of Britain, and as the people suffered, the great magician Merlin guided the nobles to Stonehenge in London.

There stands a sword called "Caliburn" with the inscription "Whoever can pull this sword out will be King of Britain," a prophecy made by Merlin.

"Whoever draws this sword will become the King of Britain and lead Britain to glory."

Countless knights came drawn by its reputation, each arriving with great enthusiasm only to leave disappointed. Only the young girl stood before the stone, smoothly and effortlessly drawing the chosen sword, drawing cheers from everyone.

"Is it really Merlin's magic that only you can pull it out? Doesn't that seem to violate the virtues of a knight?"

Luke glanced at Saber, who was staring intently at the "Sword in the Stone," and said with a hint of sarcasm.

Saber tacitly accepted this explanation, looking at himself holding the Sword in the Stone high, and felt no shame about it.

"Because everyone is laughing."

The desperate people welcomed a new king, which was not only a change of power, but also a new hope for Britain, which was on the verge of collapse. Everyone was waiting for the appearance of King Arthur.

The girl who became "King Arthur" created miracle after miracle. Faced with the doubts and recklessness of the nobles, she abandoned "humanity" and handled political affairs with ruthless decisiveness.

The Picts and Scots continued to invade from the north, and the southern lords established their own independent regimes, but the young girl put on armor, took up a longsword, and suppressed the rebellion with absolute force.

She earned the title of "Red Dragon of Britain" with her superb swordsmanship, formed the Knights of the Round Table, gathered the best knights on the island, and followed the principle of equality—regardless of birth, only those with merit could sit.

She founded Camelot and led the Knights of the Round Table and her forces there to block the influence of religious forces and the old nobility. Under her rule, Britain prospered.

But the price of abandoning humanity came quickly.

Unbound by human emotions, absolutely correct, incorruptibly honest and impartial, every decision he makes is correct—such a king is like a sophisticated machine, incomprehensible and unempathetic, even inspiring fear.

This sentiment reached its peak when Kay of the Knights of the Round Table performed a righteous act to speak out for the common people, yet was still punished by King Arthur for violating the law.

The collapse happened faster than anyone could have imagined.

Tristan's words stirred the hearts of the Knights of the Round Table. Lancelot's affair with Guinevere had tarnished the king's reputation, and forgiving them only drew more criticism.

Mordred, the illegitimate child born by the enchantress Morgan Arthur in an unconventional manner, claimed to be the king's offspring and demanded the right to the throne. After being refused, she conspired with rebels while King Arthur was away, launched a rebellion, occupied Camelot, and declared herself queen.

King Arthur led his army back and engaged Mordred in a final battle on the plains of Camlann. Amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, she perished alongside Mordred, forever remaining on that plain.

"Tristan once said that the king does not understand people's hearts."

Saber looked at himself on the Camlan Plains, his eyes filled with pain, and his voice was very soft:
"Was it my fault, Master? Because I couldn't understand my friends at the Round Table, I couldn't understand the struggles of the nobles, I couldn't understand the suffering of the common people, and that's why Britain was destroyed."

Luke tightened his grip on Saber's hand and shook his head seriously at her.

“You’re never wrong. How can the right choice be wrong? If it’s wrong, it’s not right.”

"If your knights, your nobles, and your people trust you, support you, and follow your laws, Britain will naturally prosper and develop in a better direction."

Saber's dim eyes lit up slightly as she looked at Luke for help, with a hint of hope: "Then why will Britain still be destroyed?"

"Because that situation is too idealistic, everyone has selfish desires, so it will become distorted. The right choice does not mean good development. If you want to do it well, you need to understand the people you are ruling."

Luke's voice soothed Saber's emotions like a requiem.

"The masses are merely blind followers, tools lacking self-judgment, easily guided and manipulated. Sometimes they are good people, but more often they are bad people."

"If a thief calls the police to resolve a conflict, it will be seen as a betrayal. If a nobleman speaks up for the common people when there is discord among them, he will be regarded as an outcast. By the same token, if an excellent king emerges from a group of mediocre people, he will naturally be ostracized."

“Saber, you are a good king in yourself, so you don’t need to give up the throne and let someone else save Britain.”

"Because no one can do what you have done, Britain will perish even faster, and that king..."

Luke paused for a moment, then continued with certainty, "I would never try to undo what you've done."

These words clearly had a huge impact on Saber, so much so that she remained silent for a long time, her eyes filled with hesitation and confusion, unable to make a decision.

Seeing this, Luke smiled and sighed, "Then, how about trying to save Britain with me?"

Saber looked up in surprise, only to feel the hands holding her suddenly tighten and pull her into their arms.

Time reverses, the surrounding scenery changes rapidly, the burning plains become Britain at its peak, and we return to Sir Eckert's childhood home.

This time, Saber truly stepped onto the stage, becoming the young Artoria.

Unlike before, she now had a friendly boy by her side who always had a smile on his face.

When she went to work in the fields, the boy would help her with the farm work; when she practiced swordsmanship, the boy would place a towel and a water bottle on the ground beside her; when she honed her horsemanship, the boy would get the other children around her to cheer and applaud for her.

When Artoria began to learn the ways of governing, the boy left like the wind.

He roamed the streets and alleys, frequenting all sorts of low-class places, using his affability to befriend and win over many talented and extraordinary people from humble backgrounds.

When Artoria pulled the sword from the stone at the age of sixteen, the boy, now a teenager, presented her with the fully formed Knights of the Round Table, along with a vast amount of prestige and support from the lower classes.

The battle went remarkably smoothly. The Knights of the Round Table, who appeared early on, were like gods descending from the heavens, easily defeating the Picts, the Scots, the southern lords, and the barbarians.

Lost territories were recovered, the kingdom expanded, and King Arthur's army swept across the land. Meanwhile, the young man executed the old nobles who were determined to resist in the court, personally cultivated his own power, seized real authority, and made ample preparations.

When Artoria donned the crown, wielded the holy spear Rhongomyniad, and lifted the spell that had stopped growth, she noticed that all potential threats had been nipped in the bud.

After the king, who did not understand people's hearts, had a minister who did understand them, the opposition from the lower classes, the resistance from the old nobles, and even the conflicts within the Knights of the Round Table all disappeared.

Merlin was banished to the frontier where there were no women, Tristan no longer questioned the king's authority, Lancelot married Guinevere, and even Mordred's rebellion was no longer present.

Because... the young man married Morgan, who was originally the enchantress.

Morgan!?
Artoria's face turned cold, her hands clenched so tightly that the Holy Lance creaked under her grip.

Something's not right with this plot!

Luke: Morgan is my wife!

(End of this chapter)