"Lance...lot...my lord..."
Lancelot, once King Arthur's strongest knight, loved justice, respected women, loathed evil, and carried himself with both integrity and romance. King Arthur had called him "the ideal knight."
Yet no matter what, Lancelot's betrayal was ultimately the fundamental reason King Arthur's legend fell into twilight.
Now, the traitorous knight and his king met once more—
The bedraggled knight looked at the noble figure before him, one who had appeared in his dreams countless times, and once again called out the title he had cried out in those dreams without ever receiving an answer.
"King—"
Unlike in his dreams, the moment Saber recognized Berserker's identity, ripples spread across her once-calm heart.
"Is it truly you? My friend, Knight of the Lake!"
Overwhelmed by emotion, Saber completely forgot that another enemy—Archer—still stood before her.
Hearing Saber's form of address, Lancelot shook his head with a bitter smile.
"My King... the so-called 'Knight of the Lake' ceased to exist the moment I betrayed you. That is a title only a loyal, perfect knight may bear."
"No, it was not your fault! Sir Lancelot, in my heart, you are still my foremost knight!"
Saber decisively denied Lancelot's "crime." Perhaps, in her heart, it had never counted as betrayal at all.
"A traitorous retainer finally gets to see his king before death, then dies peacefully after receiving forgiveness? Don't make me laugh! What third-rate fool would write such a farce?"
Gilgamesh was not someone who knew how to read the room. Watching this warm scene unfold, undisguised mockery filled his crimson eyes. Yet Saber answered him with a slash of sword energy flying straight at him.
"Archer, if you wish to test my blade, then keep spouting such nonsense."
After Archer evaded the attack, Saber's icy words reached his ears. Looking at the