"Sir Lancelot, it really was you..."
When she saw the face beneath "Not for One's Own Glory," Saber finally became certain that Berserker truly was Lancelot.
At the same time, she had never expected such a coincidence in this Holy Grail War. There were countless Heroic Spirits upon the Throne of Heroes, yet she and Lancelot had both been summoned this time.
She had likely been summoned first. Otherwise, given Lancelot's abilities, Saber had no confidence that she could have secured the Saber class from him.
"Arthur, ever since I learned that you were also a participating Heroic Spirit in this Holy Grail War, I had imagined dying beneath your sword in the end, atoning for my sinful life.
But I never expected things to turn out like this... In any case, before our destined battle, I will not allow you to die at anyone else's hands!"
That was right. According to Lancelot's original plan, he had intended to eliminate every other Heroic Spirit besides Saber first, then fight Saber in the final battle and die by her hand.
Of course, Saber's Master—the despicable man named Kiritsugu Emiya—would have to be eliminated as well. Then Sakura could become Saber's Master. That way, Lancelot could fulfill both loyalty and righteousness, while also settling his own obsession.
Mr. Yoru Machi had little interest in the Holy Grail, and Lancelot could tell that much. As long as he explained things properly, Yoru Machi would likely be willing to grant his wish.
The key problem was Medea, that Witch. Though they belonged to the same camp, the two were thoroughly incompatible.
Hearing Lancelot's words, Artoria wore a sorrowful expression. She knew very well what sin Lancelot was referring to.
But regarding the queen, she had never blamed Lancelot. If anything, she had always been