"Showing people where the dream lies is a king's duty. Witnessing the dream's end and passing it down through the ages is your duty as a subject."
At the final moment before the charge, the King of Conquerors issued his command without hesitation.
"Live, Waver. Witness all of this. Pass down the way a king lived, and the glorious sight of Iskandar racing across the battlefield!"
After losing his army, everyone knew Iskandar had already lost the battle. But the King of Conquerors didn't retreat. He charged alone at the golden king.
The romance and passion in that moment, something only men could understand, moved the audience in the theater.
"Now that's a real man!"
Quite a few male viewers exclaimed.
"Even though I like Artoria more, riding off to conquer the world with Iskandar would be a wonderful dream, too."
Although Iskandar ultimately lost, when they saw the satisfied smile he wore before disappearing, surely no one could think of him as a loser.
It was a mutual admiration shared only between men.
Elsewhere, Saber confronted her former subordinate, Lancelot.
Compared with the clashes between the Noble Phantasms of the other two kings, this battle between Knights of the Round Table was a pure contest of martial skill.
For Saber, the battle tested both her mind and body. Lancelot, driven by Mad Enhancement, was stronger than she was, and his identity made her hesitate to fight him without restraint.
Fortunately, Kariya's weakened body couldn't hold out any longer. The engine of this weed-whacker could no longer keep pulling the tractor known as Lancelot.
At the moment his Master died, Lancelot paused for an instant. Artoria used that opening to run him through.
The battle's end wasn't perfect. Saber wanted to tell Lancelot that he had been a loyal subject,