I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"I've never considered myself a noble hero," Altria said calmly, even a little indifferently. "I've done this countless times, swatting away those who begged for help. Because of my status, I prioritize the country over individuals. I once let the people of a village die in agony just to prevent the spread of a disease there."

"Do you understand? I can't be as willful as you, because my duties and the people who believe in me don't allow me to be willful. Even if the decision I make goes against my will, as long as it is right, I will do it without hesitation."

Astolfo was very unconvinced. "Isn't it right to help those who need help, to save those who need to be saved?"

“But you see so little.”

Altria's eyes were beautiful, like fine jade, but they were cold inside.

"Your desire to help others is perfectly valid and deserves respect, but your reckless and reckless behavior will only harm everyone."

After saying that, Artoria stopped arguing with Astolfo and turned to leave.

Astolfo stared at Altria's back with his eyes wide open, his gaze seemed to be burning. The knuckles of his clenched fists creaked due to excessive force, and the strong unwillingness almost made him bite his lips.

He wanted to question, to ask if this was worthy of his chivalry? To ask if this wasn't tarnishing his own honor.

And at this moment, Altria's voice sounded again.

"I'm leaving tonight."

"As the Ruler of this Holy Grail War, I have no reason to interfere with the conflicts within your Black team."

"So, if someone asks me about the whereabouts of the escaped android, I have no obligation to answer."

"After all, that's not part of my job description."

Without looking back at the stunned Astolfo, Artoria left the room.

Hmm... It feels weird to be forced to leave my room.

Although this room is only temporary, it was vacated for her by the people here.

"Well... then let's get ready and leave as soon as it gets dark."

The so-called preparation naturally means saying hello to others. After all, you have received their care, and it would be a bit impolite to leave without saying a word.

However, she only planned to tell Fiona and forget about the others since they were not that familiar with each other.

She planned to leave here quietly, and then go to the Red Army base camp to meet the Japanese saint.

Who knew... this night was destined to be restless.

Black is under attack.

And the movement is not small.

Except for Assassin who was still nowhere to be found, all the members of the black team were present, even Caster Avisbronn came out of his magic workshop for a rare occasion.

Artoria had no intention of joining in on the Black team's discussion, even though the Black team might be willing to do so because it would bring her closer to the Black team and increase the Red team's vigilance against Ruler.

Altria stood on the top of the castle. The faint light all around her made her figure look so sacred, even the light of the moon was overshadowed by it.

She stood quietly under the night sky, her sight easily crossing the distance, penetrating the darkness, and seeing the violent rebel.

The red team's Berserker - Spartacus.

Chapter 190 It’s time to leave

The white-haired priest, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, is having a headache.

Although he successfully controlled all the Masters except Saber's, there was one guy who simply ignored his orders and rushed directly towards the Black team's base camp.

As a warrior who leads the oppressed to raise the blade of rebellion against the oppressors, Spartacus will instinctively seek out the oppressors and swing the hammer of rebellion.

So, Vlad III became his target... Even though the two men were not in the same city, Spartacus was still attracted to him and rushed over without hesitation, the kind that no one could stop him.

Because he is too uncontrollable, Spartacus has been regarded as an abandoned pawn by Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, but this does not mean that he can't do anything.

He sent out his own Rider Achilles and Archer Atalanta, both heroes famous for their speed, who could not only scout the situation but also facilitate withdrawal from the battlefield.

Atalanta is a wild female archer with long emerald green hair, animal ears and a tail.

At this moment, she was standing steadily on a branch, rubbing the arrow with her right fingers, feeling a little restless.

"This ostentatious divinity... is practically a provocation."

Atalanta served Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, so she was naturally familiar with divinity.

At this moment, the figure at the top of the castle was as eye-catching to her as the sun emitting scorching light, making her want to shoot it down with an arrow.

"Don't do unnecessary things, big sister."

"I never thought that one day I would be reminded of this by you."

Atalanta glared at Achilles, who came with her, with displeasure.

"That's not like you. Normally, when you encounter an interesting opponent like this, shouldn't you be the first to charge? What happened? Did you fall down and hit your head while sleeping?"

"Haha! It's not easy for me either. This kind of reconnaissance mission isn't suitable for me. Such an interesting opponent is right in front of me, but I can't just rush forward with my gun. My patience is almost exhausted..."

Achilles carried the spear on his shoulder and smiled brightly and handsomely.

"But that's not possible. Even I know how hateful it is to snatch someone else's opponent. Who knows, they might turn their gun against me the next moment."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say, is it?" Atalanta frowned slightly. "According to legend, Lancer is supposed to be a very calm and wise person. Don't assume everyone is the same just because you're a battle fanatic."

"Sister, you don't understand this."

Achilles gave Atalanta a smug smile that annoyed him.

"Sister, you are undoubtedly a true hero, but you are not a qualified warrior, so you cannot understand our feelings."

"I'm not a warrior, I'm a hunter. Crossing the mountains and hunting wild beasts is what I excel at," Atalanta said with a cold face. "Any prey I set my sights on will be slain by my arrows, even if they flee to the ends of the earth, under the watchful eyes of the gods Apollo and Artemis."

Achilles and Atalanta stopped chatting because Spartacus had already started to make contact with the black servants.

The first person who came into contact with Spartacus was Astolfo. Presumably, the people on the black side were also very concerned about the strength of this one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, although Astolfo was undoubtedly the weakest among them.

Astolfo and Spartacus are both irrational people. One does whatever he wants, and the other doesn't listen to anyone at all. In some ways, they are quite similar.

Just like now, Astolfo suddenly wanted to reveal his identity in a cool way, but Spartacus didn't listen at all, laughed and chopped at him, forcing Astolfo to flee in embarrassment.

Altria took a few glances from the top of the castle and then lost interest.

Although she got along quite well with some of the black people that day, she did not forget her identity. As long as no one attacked her, she would not interfere in the subsequent battle.

So... it's time to leave.

Just like the silver moon being obscured by dark clouds, the divinity belonging to Artoria disappeared.

Those who were sensitive to the breath of the gods understood that the goddess had left.

Achilles smacked his lips and took the spear off his shoulder.

"Well, I should go find my opponent, otherwise I'll be exhausted."

The next moment, Achilles disappeared, and as he ran, a whistling hurricane was stirred up, and a refreshing sound was heard in the wind.

"Big sister! I'm counting on you to cover me!"

Although Achilles said this, Atalanta was not stupid enough to think that he was serious.

Atalanta knew Achilles' character well. He must want to defeat all the enemies by himself, just like he had done on the battlefield before. The words he just said were just a polite remark.

But Atalanta still drew her bow.

Achilles had his rivals, and she would also look for her own prey.

"Really... Ruler has left."

Vlad III rode on an exceptionally handsome warhorse... Of course, it wasn't a real horse, but a horse-shaped puppet kindly provided by Avisbronn.

Vlad III was not the kind of useless king who stayed in the rear and did nothing. He could also serve as a general and lead soldiers to charge into battle on the front line.

His back is a flag guiding victory to his friendly forces, and his spear is a sharp stake piercing the heart of the enemy.

After becoming a Servant, ordinary war horses were no longer worthy of him, so he asked Avisbronn to make a horse-shaped puppet specifically for him.

It is impossible to say that Vlad III did not feel any regret about the departure of Artoria.

He still did not give up his plan to pull the other party to his side, even after knowing the other party's identity.

For Vlad III, the identity of "deified King Arthur" was far more valuable than "judge of the Holy Grail War."

However, he would not lament or try to keep her.

"Then it's time for us to get started."

In front of Vlad III, Spartacus was pierced by several sharp stakes, unable to move or break free.

Danic intends to turn this irrational Servant into his own pawn, so he asks Avisbronn for help and wants to reverse the contract on Spartacus.

At the same time, Danic also discovered Achilles running towards him. After all, the other party was so powerful that he had no intention of hiding himself. Danic sent Siegfried and Frankenstein to go there.

Chapter 191 My father doesn’t have as much humanity as you!

I have seen that light from very close distance.

King of oaths, King of perfection, King of ideals, King of glory.

All the glory in the world should belong to her, and all the glory in the world should be draped over her.

"That is the enemy you must defeat. Your mission in this world is to pierce her body with your sword and destroy her dynasty with flames."

No, that's not the case.

The king is so beautiful as perfect.

So, I decided to serve her.

Even if it was just to become the king's shadow, to become the sword that removed the filth on her behalf.

As long as I can keep looking at her from such a close distance... I will be satisfied.

"That king is simply too perfect... That's why... we have no choice but to betray her."

What a foolish thing to say. What's wrong with being a perfect king?

The decisions she made were absolutely correct.

I feel very satisfied to be able to stand closest to the King.

The armor was stained with the blood of many fools who had fought against the king, but his face was bathed in the glory of that king.

Until one day, my mother told me something.

"You are King Arthur's legitimate son, a clone of the king who copied his life essence."

Yes, I... am King Arthur's son.

Is the only heir to the throne.

I was proud of this identity, so I found Wang as soon as possible and told her about it.

But...but...

She didn't acknowledge my identity.

She didn't look at me twice.

why?

Why why why why...

Why! Your beautiful eyes just refuse to reflect me!

Why won’t you look back at me?!

Is it because I'm a witch's son?!

“Arthur!!”

I will destroy you!

I will destroy the dynasty you worked so hard to build!

I will destroy everything you have always been proud of!

Hate me! Let the fire of rage fill those beautiful eyes!

Then... look at me with those eyes...

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