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Lancelot roared and rushed towards Youmu and Diarmuid in front of him.

If anyone tried to stop him, Lancelot would defeat the enemy without a doubt.

This is also normal. After all, Lancelot's combat power is also very strong. If it weren't for the stronger servants, he would basically push all the way. Even when facing Youmu and Diarmuid in front of him, he was not afraid at all.

There was a hint of shock in Diarmuid's eyes. Even after going berserker, he still had such skills. It seemed that this berserker was a very skilled warrior in combat when he was alive. Although it was a bit regrettable that he could not fight the opponent one-on-one, for Diarmuid, the lord's order was very important. Moreover, the opponent was a berserker, a guy who couldn't even speak normally. There was no need to talk about chivalry with such a guy.

"Huh~ The crest bugs in Kariya's body have completely settled down. My control over Reimu's power is only to this extent. However, I've reached a bottleneck and it's very difficult to break through."

Koizumi couldn't help but let out a wry smile, sighed slightly inwardly, and said nothing.

"Saber, are you okay?" Irisviel couldn't help but step forward and ask.

Altria shook her head slightly, and her eyes turned slightly to Konpaku Youmu in front of her.

"I have no idea what they're thinking. It looked like a trap just now, but now it seems like they really don't want Berserker and I to fight here. What exactly is their purpose?"

Artoria's tone was filled with confusion, as if she had no idea what Koizumi and the others were doing.

Irisviel couldn't help but nod, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Koizumi and the others' behavior is indeed very strange. They clearly intervened in this Holy Grail War, but so far, Koizumi has only been protecting the other Servants, except for dealing with Archer, Assassin, and Berserker. This behavior is really puzzling.

Of course, Saber had no idea that Koizumi and the others had already killed Caster.

After all, when Caster was killed, the only people present were Rider, who suddenly barged in, and the unknown Assassin. Koizumi and the others still had no idea where that Assassin was or where he came from.

"Berserker is strong, but he's not helpless!"

There was a cold glint in Youmu's eyes, and the two swords in her hands were filled with sword energy, showing no mercy at all.

Every slash seemed to cut through space, swift and powerful.

Suddenly, Lancelot took out a sword with an ominous aura from somewhere.

The next moment, his speed suddenly increased, which surprised Youmu and Diarmuid.

The immense force of the impact startled Youmu. "Oh my god! You're on drugs! How did you become so powerful?"

Even Diarmuid was surprised by this sudden attack. After all, Lancelot's strength increased a bit suddenly. Just now, he and Youmu were suppressing the opponent, but now -

"I see. So that Noble Phantasm is used to increase one's stats?"

Youmu immediately understood this, and the next moment he rushed forward at lightning speed.

"No matter how many obsessions you had in your life, please become a Buddha right here and now! Soul-Severing Sword - Transcendence and Buddhahood Slash!"

Youmu, mid-charge, flashed behind Lancelot as if teleporting, intertwining the Louguan Sword and the Bailou Sword, slashing down with both sword and body. Suddenly, a massive, cherry blossom-colored sword energy rose from the ground, completely enveloping Lancelot.

This sword can directly cut off the spirit, allowing those who died and became ghosts to become Buddhas directly.

However, Shiki Eiji had warned Konpaku Youmu, "Listen carefully. Your sword can sever confusion. Those who are not confused have attained enlightenment, which is the same as ascension. Simply sending someone to heaven based on your current judgment is not acceptable." In Eiji's eyes, Youmu was still too young.

But in fact, it is true that Youmu is not old enough to bear such awareness.

Chapter 494 The Lake Knight's Regret

-A woman is crying.

The beautiful cheeks were becoming increasingly haggard due to sadness, tangled wrinkles were etched on the brows, and the woman was crying silently.

Blame yourself and ask yourself.

Ashamed.

As a sinner who is responsible for all the crimes in the world, she can only shed tears all day long.

Everyone in the world is pointing fingers at her - the unfaithful wife, the betrayal princess.

The ignorant people who were blinded by the glorious legend did not know the truth. They just surrounded her and rebuked her.

They didn't even know that her husband wasn't a man at all.

In this world, only her noble face made him fall in love with her.

However, all he could recall were her tears filled with distress and melancholy.

Yes, he hurt her.

Loved——

Being loved -

This is where the fall comes from.

Even she must have given up everything at the beginning and was very optimistic.

To save the war-torn country, there must be an ideal king - and beside the king, there must be a noble and virtuous queen. This is the ideal form of governance for everyone.

Compared with this great ideal, a woman's life is simply insignificant.

Even if the king is not a man, even if the marriage is an intermarriage between two women that conceals their gender and does not live up to the name, this sacrifice is necessary to safeguard the country's justice.

Even so, he still wanted to save her.

When he first entered the palace and was interviewed, he secretly swore in his heart that he would go through fire and water for this woman, even if it meant death.

When she realized that it was his feelings that caused her so much torment, it was already too late.

She had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

She has given up on the happiness of being a woman, and love is the biggest taboo.

Even if this love affair is not allowed, there should still be a way to persevere to the end if you make up your mind to bear the sin.

To fight against the whole world for the woman you love is a man’s long-cherished wish.

But—he couldn't do that.

She is not a woman, nor a human, but a component called the Princess that supports the king's rule.

He is not a man, nor a human, but a component called a knight who serves the king loyally.

Known as the Knight of the Lake—brave and courageous, loyal and righteous, and graceful and elegant in his demeanor—he embodies the very essence of chivalry and is the envy of all.

This ideal knight is not only admired by thousands, but even blessed by the elves. This title is both his highest honor and his greatest curse.

A perfect knight serving a perfect king—this man could only live and die in this way, being expected and trusted.

His life does not belong to himself, but to all the people who uphold chivalry and devote themselves to it.

The King he served was truly too perfect, an impeccable hero. The Knight of the Lake certainly had no desire to rebel against this Knight King who had saved his country from disaster.

He was loyal to the perfect king and formed a noble friendship with him.

He also knew that behind this noble chivalry, there was a woman who was devastated and ignored, shedding tears all day long.

It is no longer possible to know which path is correct.

Should he be ruthless and implement his ideas, or should he abandon his loyalty and live for love?

When the heart is entangled and painful, time passes ruthlessly. Finally, the worst result came.

A despicable man attempts to destroy the king's prestige, and the princess's infidelity is finally exposed to the world. To save the princess, who has been sentenced to death, he has no choice but to turn his sword against the king - and just like that, he loses everything.

The betrayal knight——

Because of his disloyalty, the coordination within the Knights of the Round Table was broken. Eventually, this incident became the trigger for war, and the country fell apart in the flames of war.

People often call him this in a mocking tone.

This stigma has been deeply ingrained in past history and will never be cleared up.

So, she fell into deep remorse for leading that perfect knight astray, and she still cries to this day.

In the end, if he did anything for the woman he loved, it was to make her cry forever.

If he had been born a shameless villain, he might have taken the princess away without hesitation, causing the king to lose all face.

But he was a knight, an overly perfect knight.

From beginning to end, he never harbored any resentment towards the king, his love rival and the culprit who caused his beloved woman to embark on a path of suffering.

Yes, who can belittle that famous king? The immortal king is braver and nobler than anyone else. Putting an end to the suffering era.

The victorious king was incorruptible and fair, valued trustworthiness and was not swayed by personal feelings. He never made any mistakes in his life.

Throughout his life, the king never rebuked him. Even if he had to fight him, even though he had been expelled from the Round Table, it was only a necessary act to make an example of him, not his original intention. Even though he had committed the heinous crime of rebellion, the king had always treated him with a noble friendship.

That holy king was so right, how could anyone resent or hate him?

But—in this case, to whom would he vent his regret or her tears?

The regret that had been carried into the coffin was extracted at the end of the long river of time, and tortured him forever and ever on the seat of the heroic spirit that has no beginning and no end... Then, he finally heard the call from the distance.

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Youmu breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the opponent had been completely hit by her attack.

Youmu was certain that Lancelot had no chance of escaping from his attack range.

Even if the opponent's attributes are enhanced, it does not mean that the opponent's speed can surpass yours.

As long as Youmu charges up her strength, she can burst out with extraordinary attribute values ​​in an instant. Even Lancelot in front of her cannot keep up with Youmu, there is no doubt about that.

So Lancelot took the opponent's attack completely without any preparation.

Slowly, after the sword energy completely dissipated, Lancelot's actions had completely stopped.

At the same time, photons slowly rose from Lancelot's body. The previous attack had already cut off the opponent's obsession. All that was left was to wait for Lancelot to disappear.

Slowly, the armor that covered the opponent's true face suddenly cracked, revealing the opponent's true appearance.

Seeing this, Artoria was stunned. That face was exactly someone she knew, even—

——My own friend!

"—Knight of the Lake... Lance... Lot..."

Slowly, as if due to Youmu's sword, Lancelot's posture began to change drastically.

The madness that filled his entire body and penetrated deep into his soul gradually dissipated, and his face, which had become hideous and terrifying due to the invasion of madness, regained its original handsomeness, and the armor that had been contaminated by ominous magic returned to its original shine.

When the last trace of chaos disappeared from his eyes, Lancelot finally regained his proper posture. He was the flower of knights who, like Diarmuid, fascinated countless women - the Knight of the Lake!

Chapter 495 Lancelot's Relief

"Thank you very much, young lady, for allowing me to recover to this state, at least to meet my king as a convicted knight!" Lancelot saluted Konpaku Youmu in front of him with a knight's salute and said slowly.

"It was your own will that finally broke through the frenzied will. My sword strike was merely a supplement."

Youmu said lightly, and the will that reached the heavens from the Transcendent Buddha Slash dispersed the madness, and Lancelot finally found his past will, thus defeating the madness brought by Berserker and returning to normal.

"Say what you want to say quickly. You won't be able to hold out for much longer."

Youmu sighed slightly and slowly returned to Koizumi's side. Diarmuid also retreated silently.

No one present intervened in what was happening. Even Iskandar saw the relationship between Lancelot and Artoria. Even he could not intervene in such a meeting between the master and the minister.

"—Knight of the Lake... Lance... Lot..."

The knight, clad in armor as smooth as the lake, wore a look of deep apology on his face. He responded to the king's words in a deep and gentle voice, "Please do not use that title anymore. It is a title reserved for loyal and perfect knights. I, who betrayed you and attacked you, do not deserve it."

“My king…”

Lancelot's face was filled with deep apology. He didn't have the face to let the king call him the Knight of the Lake.

"No, no, you are—" Artoria denied repeatedly, "To me, that is not a betrayal at all, Lancelot!"

"My king..." Lancelot couldn't help but sigh, "Even now, you're still as considerate of others as ever. You're always like this, neglecting yourself and only thinking about others. But it's precisely because of this that we, the Round Table, have willingly gathered under your command and fought for you!!"

"But—my king, actually… I wanted you to punish me personally. My king… I really hoped that you would punish me for your own anger…"

Lancelot, the traitorous knight who was called the culprit of the Round Table's flaw, spoke sadly to the only friend who never blamed him until the end.

"If I can be punished by you...if you can ask me for compensation...then I will definitely believe in atonement...I will definitely believe that one day I will find a way to forgive myself...I think the princess should feel the same way..."

This is the regret of a certain man and a certain woman. They had the same ideals as the king, but were too weak to carry them out.

These two people were never redeemed until their death. They felt deeply guilty for betraying the most important people, and they carried this guilt for the rest of their lives.

Who should I tell about this kind of pain? Who should I blame and how should I get relief?

With a deep sigh, Lancelot relaxed his body.

"Being able to tell you my true feelings like this, I suddenly feel a lot more relaxed. Perhaps it is because I never had the chance to confide everything to you, my king, during my lifetime that I fell into madness and became a Berserker."

Lancelot's words sounded unusually heavy to Artoria. She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time. It should be said that she didn't know what to say now.