Watching Lancelot collapse into her arms and gradually dissolve into motes of light in midair, Saber immediately burst into tears.
As she watched Lancelot continue to fade away in her arms, she murmured with a determined expression, "No, Sir Lancelot. You have always been the most perfect knight.
"Compared to you, I was the failed king. There were simply too many people I had let down, whether it was you or Guinevere..."
With Lancelot's departure, more than half of the seven Heroic Spirits in this Holy Grail War had now been eliminated.
Only one night had passed, yet the Holy Grail War had directly moved from its early probing phase into the late stages of the final battle.
Gilgamesh was the only enemy left, but Yoru Machi guessed that Tokiomi Tohsaka had most likely already been taken out.
Only one enemy Heroic Spirit remained, but Gilgamesh, wielding the Gouging Sword, still could not be underestimated. The aura it had emitted earlier had indeed made Yoru Machi sense a hint of danger.
That meant that Anti-World Noble Phantasm still possessed the power to kill him.
Yoru Machi was the first to turn and leave the Tohsaka residence. After glancing at what had once been her home, then at the place where Lancelot had vanished, the loneliness on Sakura's face flashed away. She hurried after Yoru Machi, reaching out with her little hand to grasp his.
The only person who was truly delighted tonight was probably Medea.
That hateful Lancelot had finally exited the stage, and she had even obtained the life-sized Saber figure she had been longing for.
More than half the Heroic Spirits had departed tonight. She was getting closer and closer to the Holy Grail—so close that it was practically within reach.
Though the King of Heroes was troublesome,