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Artoria suddenly spoke, allowing Silence to shift her eyes to her.

At this time, she was still wearing that black suit, and her long hair was simply tied up and put down naturally, making the extremely delicate face feel heroic, and the blue eyes even more charming and charming.

Live people are more picturesque than animation.

Silence couldn't help but miss him. He had been a full royal chef for a while. Although he could no longer find the enthusiasm he had at this moment, looking at the real Artoria and recalling his life as an ordinary person, he was still inexplicably touched.

This made his eyes softer.

Artoria keenly captured it, and the original nervous feeling calmed down a little. Her back was still straight, but her expression was no longer cold, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she made a well-behaved posture.

She was extremely eager for answers.

"I already know your wish."

Looking at her silently, with a slight smile, I organized the language in my heart, and then said:

"Any wish, no matter how ridiculous, unreal, or impossible, as long as the will to be strong with this wish is strong, I have the same status here, that is, relying on my own efforts will surely be fulfilled."

With just this sentence, Artoria's expression became faintly excited.

Although the Holy Grail seems to be possible.

But if there is another way, she will try it no matter what.

"But--" Chen Si suddenly changed his voice, "The premise is that there will be no conflict in this wish itself."

“…”

Artoria's body trembled.

What does this mean?

"As the king, you are not for commanding the strong, but for leading the weak." Silently paused, and still stared at Artoria with a gentle gaze, and continued slowly, "But you were unable to do it. The kingdom was destroyed under your leadership, so you rejected your value as a king, and you hope to erase everything you did as a king - this is inconsistent with your wish, because the destruction of the kingdom is not your fault, it is the fate of the times. No one in that era can change it. No matter whether the king is you or not, you have done anything again. Destiny has long determined the result of Britain."

After stopping this passage, Artoria's heart was undoubtedly shaken.

Perhaps because of the great power of the person in front of him to see through everything.

She did not force the dignity of the king, and the weakest part in her heart was uncontrollably exposed. She asked with a panic and anxious expression:

"Fate determines the result of Britain. What does this mean?"

She really wanted to go through the Holy Grail to when she had not yet drawn the sword in the stone, thinking that if it was not her who drew the sword at that time, if she had not become the king, Britain would not have been destroyed.

But at this time, I listened to the answer of the Lord of Destiny.

It doesn't seem to be what she thought.

“Literally.”

Silence said slowly, stretching out her hand and stretching towards Artoria's forehead. She did not hide, but just begging for the answer.

And at the moment of touch.

Various images appeared in her mind.

There are countless parallel worlds, with pictures of her becoming king, and there are completely different pictures of King Arthur becoming king. Even though the kings have different personalities and different destinies, without exception, Britain finally ushered in a destructive end.

"The development process of civilization must go on the wrong path, then go through the journey of destruction, and gradually find the right direction through countless rebirths." A silent and gentle voice came into her mind, "You want to save Britain, this wish is easy, because you can stand directly on the right answer, you can use knowledge to create prosperity, you can use power to drive out threats, you can create an eternal and immortal kingdom of God, but deep in your heart, that is no longer your Britain."

This is the biggest problem with Artoria.

It is very easy for a jar to really save Britain. It is nothing more than opening up a new timeline and allowing her to farm with advanced knowledge. The more prosperous she needs, the more successful she needs.

However, she could not forgive herself.

Such prosperity could not make her forget the scene of corpses and blood in her mind.

Even if time goes back and even if everything changes, the British that belongs to her has been destroyed forever. A wish that rejects her will not work in Shen Mo, because it is based on hope, not hard work.

And Artoria looked at all this in her mind.

My back, which was straight at any time, was finally weak.

There was no crying, but tears flowed out from the dull blue pupils and crossed the fair skin.

She finally understood.

No matter how she does or works hard, Britain will be destroyed. This is the limit of the times and a joke of fate. If you want to save Britain, you can only turn your destiny back if you come up with knowledge beyond the times, but these do not belong to anyone in that era.

"How ridiculous." She murmured in a low voice, "Is the fate of the kingdom not led by the king?"

"In the absence of God and external interference, history can only be created by the people, and the king is also part of the people. Your election is the choice of the times and the people. From a historical perspective, you have also completed your mission well and pushed the history of civilization forward a big step forward."

Silence withdrew his palm and said softly:

"You are now in a future history, and this is an opportunity. Everything I have said to you today has been concluded in the knowledge of this era. So read more books. You need to understand and decide your wishes well. Whether you want to turn everything around or accept everything, and after making a decision, you will sacrifice to me. No matter what your final wish is, you will get the opportunity to seize your wishes from the gift."

"Yeah." Artoria responded softly.

She seemed to get the answer.

But this answer was not what she expected.

She was still shedding tears, her heart was filled with confusion and the sadness that had been suppressed. At this time, she was not the ideal king admired by tens of thousands of people on the throne, but just like a weak, crying, lonely girl.

Alice Phil seemed to want to comfort her, but she didn't know how to do it. As her identity, the comfort she said would only appear pale and powerless.

Emiya Kiritsugu felt indifferent in his heart. Artoria was the unrealistic dreamer he resisted, but he had goals and dreams.

Roger was a little moved, but his excitement came from witnessing everything he had never experienced before.