Lancelot regretted it. He should never have joined the Holy Grail War, nor should he have harbored the wild hope of redemption!
Watching his king get ground into the dirt by his own hands, only to stubbornly rise again and again, Lancelot suddenly understood...
That was right. If he had not cuckolded the gang leader and broken the rules of the underworld, his brothers would not have died in internal strife, and the organization would not have been preyed upon by rival gangs.
So what right did a traitor who could not keep his pants on have to seek peace for his soul? Being tortured in Hell for all eternity was the fate he deserved.
That was right. I was the one who seduced the boss's wife. My sins were this grave, so it was only right that I would find no peace after death!
Having figured this out, Lancelot suddenly felt completely unburdened. Since he already bore such a great sin, taking on a few more hardly mattered.
His conviction firm, the black knight drew his Noble Phantasm, Arondight, and walked coldly toward the Ahoge King. His sword descended in an instant. The black and golden blades collided, and the terrifying force sent the girl knight flying.
"Sir Lancelot..." Saber propped herself up with her sword, unable to understand why Lancelot's aura had changed so abruptly.
"Arthur, stop seeking the Holy Grail. I know your wish very well, but from the very beginning, no one needed you to save anything. Like me, you speak of saving everyone, but in truth, we only want to save ourselves..." Lancelot's expression had returned to calm.
"Sir Lancelot, do you know what you are saying?" Like an enraged lion, Saber sternly rebuked him. "Those warriors who died because of my mistakes were all