"You're right. Sometimes the strongest enemies are like the best of friends. Take Iskandar, who held that banquet during the Fourth Holy Grail War, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, who stayed true to his knightly path, and the oldest King of Heroes Gilgamesh. Even if we were destined to meet on the battlefield as enemies, I couldn't help being drawn to their presence and powerful charisma. Under different circumstances, we might well have become friends," Artoria said with a faint sigh.
She clearly understood that peculiar relationship of being both enemies and friends.
As the saying went, only a worthy opponent could bring out the greatest version of oneself.
As the last lingering glow of the Mythological Era and the greatest King Arthur of the Ancient Britain Kingdom, Saber had met many unforgettable people, both in her own lifetime and after becoming a Heroic Spirit.
There was the "Knight of the Lake," Lancelot, for instance, and her "son," Mordred.
Although Artoria had long since abandoned those unrealistic fantasies after leaving that world and begun embracing a new life, thinking of those people still filled her with an inexplicable sadness.
"Friends?" Allen smiled and shook his head. "Perhaps. But I think being too emotional isn't always a good thing."
"What about you? It suddenly struck me that you never seem to be affected by those emotions." Artoria raised her head curiously and looked into his eyes.
Allen answered casually, "Because I'm different from most people. Emotion has never dominated my thinking. Put simply, I might admire someone, but I would never idolize anyone. After all, idolizing someone means fully endorsing their thoughts and actions and believing that person is flawless. But how could a mortal plagued by all kinds of desires possibly be perfect? So in my eyes, no matter how great someone