Say That Again-Who Exactly Didn't Learn Their History?

"You... want to save your own country too?"

Hearing Fang Mo say that, Saber was clearly a little surprised.

"What, you too?" Fang Mo obviously knew what her deal was, but he still put on an expression of surprise.

"I..."

Saber instinctively opened her mouth. She had been about to say that her sole wish was to return to the day the king was chosen, but the next second, she suddenly realized that her Master was a novice. Revealing her identity so casually might not be appropriate, so she changed her words. "Yes. I also want to save my failed country."

"I see."

Fang Mo slowly nodded and stood with his hands behind his back. "It seems you bear the same cruel fate as I do."

"I..."

Saber looked away. "I simply cannot accept such an ending."

"Exactly. I cannot accept it either!"

Fang Mo suddenly swept out an arm, his tone abruptly turning passionate and impassioned. "For the fate of the Empire, I abandoned my dreams, sealed away my emotions and heart, fought against devils, bore infamy, and was even called a madman by many!"

"Everything I did was so the Empire could endure, yet in the end, it all came to nothing. My Empire, my subordinates, my beloved, my struggle... everything I had vanished into smoke. How could I accept an ending like that? Damn it! How the hell could you expect me to accept it!?"

"You..."

Saber's heart jolted violently at those words.

She could not help looking up at the man before her. Every sentence he spoke seemed to strike against memories she had long sealed away.

In a daze, her vision seemed to return to that Hill of Swords. A drizzling rain fell beneath the dark sky, as though reflecting the tragic future of the