That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

Jeanne Alter knelt on the back of the evil dragon, panting heavily, blood dripping from between her fingers, suppressing her pain as she groaned, "Absolutely! Absolutely... I will burn you alive!"

Roar roar~

The evil dragon Fafnir charged toward Hall, spewing dragon breath; its tens of meters tall body appeared insignificant within the black passage.

The fierce dragon breath and heat waves piled up in layers, but were easily blocked by the elemental barrier protecting Hall.

At the last moment, Hall didn't need to worry about limiting his magic consumption.

Jeanne Alter rose from the head of the evil dragon Fafnir, staring at Hall across the distance, and shouted indignantly, "Magician! How long are you going to run away? Come and fight me head-on!"

Hall landed on a suspended platform, glanced around, opened his arms and smiled in response: "There's no longer that opportunity, and I'm afraid my wish to invite you to dance will also be impossible to fulfill."

"If there is a chance, I hope we can meet in another Holy Grail War, and then fulfill our promise to dance."

After speaking, Hall leaped backward, his body plunging into the endless void of darkness.

The Reality Marble [The World That Continues to Fester] is fully deployed.

The world has come to an end. All matter has been devoured, all heat has reached equilibrium, and the world has gone from order to disorder, with no further signs of activity.

Matter, energy, space, and time are all fixed in eternity.

Then comes reincarnation, the Big Bang, which created chaos and formed a new world.

The world that continues to fester has completed the entire ritual process.

Chapter 219 Let's tell the story of the king.

dream

As the end approaches, the sky is bathed in the setting sun, and everything within sight is immersed in a peaceful, deep honey color.

Surrounded by a lush green grassland, a gentle breeze caresses the face like a lover's hair, creating a pleasant and comfortable atmosphere.

Before me stood a magnificent longsword, planted straight in a square marble base, its blade gleaming with a warm light, proclaiming its unique presence.

Even the swords of nobles could not compare to it; the hilt was blue, engraved with gold ornaments, and the center was inlaid with a ruby ​​symbolizing virtue.

The magnificent longsword stood there silently, waiting for its master to draw it.

A complex mix of emotions welled up from the girl's heart. It was an emotion that could not be described in words, as if she had finally reached the end after going through countless hardships, and was accompanied by a strong sense of loss and wanted to cry out loud. She wanted to pull it out, but in her heart she thought that such an action was insignificant.

To untangle the spiral of inner conflict, the girl took a step forward and reached out to grasp the sword hilt.

She stopped, hesitated, afraid that drawing the sword would not yield the answer she wanted.

Are you scared?

A clear and calm male voice sounded from beside her. The girl turned around abruptly and saw a white-haired young man standing there. For some reason, she couldn't see his face, and she could only give an ambiguous answer as to whether he actually existed.

Beside the girl, another familiar figure appeared. That person's hand had already grasped the sword hilt, and a slight breeze lifted her golden hair, obscuring her face.

"Think carefully before you draw that sword," the magician calmly advised.

His words resonated with the young girl, who knew all too well what tragic end awaited the man who drew the sword.

"Once you draw that sword, you will no longer be human until the end of your life. Not only that, you will be hated by all humans and meet a tragic end."

The magician calmly stated the facts.

The girl watching clenched her fists, opened her trembling lips as if to speak but then stopped. Her body was shaking, and her heart was wavering. Even though she had walked through countless hells and experienced countless battlefields, all the unease and fear she had felt at this moment had never been as intense as it was now.

I want to speak.

They wanted to stop her from drawing the sword.

I wanted to tell her what would happen to her after she became queen.

I want to... save her.

I want to see her smile.

He wanted her praise.

I want to be treated kindly by her.

I want her to stroke my hair.

I want her to kiss my forehead.

······

This is the girl's wish, all her greed, all her desires.

She wouldn't have made such a terrible mistake if that person hadn't drawn the sword.

The girl mustered her courage, wanting to express her thoughts in the simplest and most straightforward way.

"Do not."

However, that person gave their answer much earlier.

"If that's the end for me, I will accept it calmly."

"The reason I hesitated is because I was afraid that a king more suitable than myself would appear. If such a king existed, he would be able to build a more peaceful and prosperous country."

The magician shook his head: "There is no such person, and there won't be one for at least another ten years."

“I know, so someone has to take on the king’s duties during that time.”

"Are you prepared to leave behind your past self? That's as cruel as killing yourself. A so-called king is someone who kills the most people in order to protect them. Can your heart bear that?"

"No problem, because it is the king's responsibility."

"You will be ostracized, feared, and even betrayed countless times, and you still don't care?" the magician questioned in his unchanging tone.

The man answered him with his actions, slowly pulling the sword from the stone. The image was like warm sunlight, and his light laughter drifted away on the breeze: "Many people are laughing, and I think that must be true."

The man's answer stunned the girl.

At that moment, all doubts were answered, all resentment vanished, and all anger subsided.

The girl finally understood what she truly wanted, what her real wish was.

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As the smoke cleared, the two figures nestled together on the hill.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Mordred coughed up blood, the King's Sword slipped from her hand, the Holy Sword pierced her spiritual core, evaporating all her internal organs, leaving her only one step away from death.

The battle is over.

The familiar, excruciating pain told Mordred the answer to this battle: despite losing, she felt no resentment or bitterness.

The anger subsided, and I calmly accepted the answer I already knew.

They lost miserably.

It can be said that they were beaten without any ability to fight back.

The more eloquently you speak at the beginning, the uglier your defeat will be.

Is this what they call retribution?

Mordred leaned close to Saber's ear, the light in her pupils gradually fading. With difficulty, she reached out her bloodied right hand to gently stroke the King of Knights' cheek, and murmured weakly, "King of Knights, I... have lost again."

Saber gripped the holy sword that pierced Mordred's heart, supporting Mordred's body from collapsing, and whispered a comforting voice: "Lord Mordred, rest here in peace. I will accompany you until the very end."

Mordred gave a wry smile: "Haha... Even in this situation, you still show me mercy. What a troublesome king."

"..." Saber's eyes widened slightly; she had heard similar words from Lancelot before.

A gentle breeze caressed Mordred's golden hair, and the rebellious knight sighed sincerely, "What a pleasant breeze! It's a pity I didn't have the chance to enjoy it in my life. Knight King, tell me, can you still see people's smiles now?"

“Britain is gone.” Saber’s emerald eyes reflected a calm acceptance of the fact.

"But you have forged a new pact of victory. You are still the King of Knights, the ever-victorious king. Your sword no longer hesitates."

"Yeah."

Mordred closed his eyes, coughed a few times and chuckled: "Cough cough... cough cough... cough... What a lucky fellow, to have the protection of the Knight King."

Saber shook her head: "No, I'm very fortunate to have met a Master like him."

"I see... I see. He saved you... That's good. King Knight, I won't ask for your forgiveness, and I can't forgive myself either. Finally, can you grant me one selfish request?"

"As long as it's not too excessive."

"Thank you, Father. May glory accompany you, and may victory be in your hands."

As the sound faded, the rebellious knight's lips curled into a brilliant smile. Satisfied, he closed his eyes, his body transforming into golden particles and dissipating in the Knight King's arms.

Chapter 220 Let's replenish our mana!

Hall exited the Realm of Inherent, and the surrounding scenery remained unchanged, except for a scorched earth burned by the fires of hatred.

The moment the body landed on the ground, it received surveillance intelligence from the elemental familiar. Its mind was divided into more than a dozen parts, and it easily understood a large amount of intelligence information in less than a second.

Hall's expression was slightly strange as he stroked his chin and muttered, "Saber won, and it seems she won easily even after Mordred used a Command Spell."

"That's strange. Mo Zai is quite strong. I remember that Mo Zai's Noble Phantasm has a special attack against Arthur."

Regardless, winning is a good thing, and it seems that the Glorious Ship is also making moves.

Hall flew back to the Radiant Ship, and before he even landed on the deck, he was greeted with a warm welcome from Astolfo: "Oh~ you're back! You're finally back!"

Hall dodged the enthusiastic hug from the pink-haired pretty boy, glanced around, and saw another familiar face on the Radiant Ship besides Astolfo.

The Red Master hired by the Clock Tower, the magician Shishikai Kairi, was sitting on the ground, smoking in frustration.

Hall pointed at Lion's Lair and asked in bewilderment, "What happened to him? Did you bring him back?"

Astolfo shook his head: "I noticed him acting suspiciously earlier, and out of curiosity, I kept watching to see what he was up to. It turned out he was installing this kind of thing in the Greater Grail, so I stopped him."

As he spoke, Astolfo pointed to a large heart on the ground.

It was indeed a heart, and it was beating slowly. It was disgusting to look at, and judging from its size, it probably didn't belong to a human.

Hall activated the magic circuits of the Magic Eye to analyze the magical properties of this heart.

Shishikatsu Kairi is a necromancer who can use the corpses of humans or animals to perform magic. This heart has been given a concept similar to an explosion, and if successfully activated, its power is no less than that of a low-level Noble Phantasm.