A dangerous fantasy surfaced, as though seeping into the gaps in Saber's heart. What if, instead of protecting Britannia as its savior, she had ravaged Britannia as an overlord...
But compared to the outcome wrought by such a terrifying path of domination, which was the true tragedy—them, or that hill of Camlann...
Just then, a voice spoke from nearby:
"No, you don't understand, Rider. If you had imposed your tyranny upon Britannia back then—it would only have hastened Britannia's destruction."
The one who spoke was the white-haired young man who had remained silent until now.
Meeting Rider's glare, Sakutsuki answered with a faint smile like a passing breeze. The wine cup in his hand was already empty.
"The tyranny you praise is not worth mentioning beside King Arthur's path of kingship."
That was what the young man said.
Since this was practically the original text, yet something that had to be written, it was posted in the chapter notes. Please be aware.
Sakutsuki's abrupt interjection made Rider furrow his brow in displeasure.
"Sakutsuki, Caster's Master, consider your position and identity before speaking—are you, a modern human from several thousand years in the future, pointing fingers at the achievements of the two kings before you?"
Before Sakutsuki could respond, the golden Heroic Spirit on the other side of the table suddenly stopped laughing. He tapped the rim of the table with his cup and issued a warning.
"Watch yourself, King of Conquerors. The one before you is no ordinary human. If you keep trying to deceive people with that crooked nonsense, even this king will be unable to save you."
"Archer?" Iskandar had not expected the proudest of kings to speak up in Sakutsuki's defense. After a brief silence, he let out a long breath, and the pressure radiating from his