Artoria's Heartbroken Night

The slaughter ended faster than expected.

In just a few minutes, dozens of Assassins had all spilled their blood on the spot.

Their assassination operation had failed to make even the slightest ripple before they returned to the Throne of Heroes, ending their Holy Grail War ahead of schedule.

Rider also withdrew his Inherent Domain, returned to the dining table, raised his cup, and drained the last of the wine. With a faint sigh, he said, "I never expected the mood to be ruined at the end! Has everyone said what they wanted to say? Then let's call it a night! Also, Berserker, were you planning to draw your sword and fight me just now?"

"Yeah! That's right! Any warrior who saw an army made up of Heroic Spirits would want to test himself against it, wouldn't he?" Allen nodded openly.

"Heh, then I look forward to that day. Although your views on kings differ from mine, I acknowledge you as a great king. Finally, thank you for the wine, the food, and this precious gift."

After saying that, Rider waved the copy of "The Prince" in his hand and turned toward his chariot.

"Wait! Rider! I still haven't—"

Saber abruptly stood up, intending to make one final attempt to explain her ideals for ruling a country.

After all, Allen's affirmation earlier had given her some measure of comfort and confidence.

Unfortunately, before she could finish, Rider immediately interrupted her. "You don't need to say anything! Tonight was a banquet where kings conversed. But Saber, I no longer recognize you as a king. More importantly, it is time for you to wake from that pitiful dream. Otherwise, I fear you will lose even the most basic honor of a Heroic Spirit. That dream of kingship you speak of would be