Had it been anyone else, Camelot probably would not even have needed an external enemy to invade. Internal problems like failed harvests and people living in utterly miserable conditions would soon have caused public resentment and rebellions among the lords, tearing the entire nation apart.
This situation... To be honest, Artoria ultimately fell in the Battle of Camlann.
In fact, it was practically the most reasonable outcome imaginable.
"If that was destined to be my final ending, then I already knew it the moment I drew the Sword in the Stone."
Artoria sighed softly, then revealed a guilty expression. "But if Camelot had to perish, I hoped it would be because it had reached the end of its natural lifespan, rather than because my actions caused internal strife and led to its destruction."
"So... you think you weren't capable enough to be king?"
Aozaki Touko's voice turned cold.
"Is there anything wrong with that conclusion?"
Artoria frowned. Thinking it over, it seemed that the chain of events that followed had indeed happened because she had failed to handle things properly. If she had dealt with Lancelot and Guinevere's relationship properly, if she had not left Mordred behind to guard the main camp...
"...Even if you went back to the past, you wouldn't find a king more outstanding than you."
Aozaki Touko sighed helplessly. A nation doomed to perish by the combined force of fate, geography, and the people—whoever took your place would have ended up with essentially the same result.
This was not a matter of changing kings. That nation had simply been beyond saving from the beginning.
"Touko, what did you see?"
Artoria asked nervously.
Could it be that Aozaki Touko, an existence who saw through the past and future, had already understood that she was trying to change