After Father Kiritsugu left, the room fell into an eerie silence.
Ren En felt very headache when he looked at King Da Mao who stared at him angrily with a pretty face.
Emiya Kiritsugu's ability to deflect blame was excellent, and he walked away gracefully, but it was a bit difficult for him to handle.
She was so stubborn, as if she was determined to bring down the emperor to prove her royal rights and ideas.
How could he dissuade her?
"Saber, didn't Rider acknowledge your kingship? Do you want to hand him over to me and stay on Enzo Mountain to guard against Archer? The King of Heroes is powerful enough, don't you hate him? Why don't you kill him?"
King Daimao just snorted coldly and said firmly:
"That's different. Archer may not necessarily launch an attack while you are away, but I must defeat the Conquering King. This is related to my belief and persistence, and has nothing to do with whether Rider recognizes my kingship."
Sighing, Ren picked up the dishes and walked towards the kitchen.
When King Da Mao saw this, he also came to help. The two of them went to the kitchen of the castle and washed the dishes together by the sink.
Putting a clean plate next to the stove, Ren looked at Da Mao Wang who was washing the dishes next to her. Her face didn't look good and she was always absent-minded.
"Artoria, why did you pull out the sword in the stone in the first place? Isn't it better to be an ordinary village girl?"
He stared at her beautiful face and asked suddenly.
Saber's expression was stunned, and she subconsciously stopped washing the dishes. Why did she pull out the Sword in the Stone?
A very distant memory.
The morning sun fell on the green grass, and the gentle breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants floated from a distance.
The knights left, the noisy people dispersed, and the sword that no one could pull out was quietly stuck on the rock, as if abandoned in the corner of the world.
He who pulls out the sword impaled on that rock is the King of Britain!
After all the knights failed, no one believed the prophecy. The brave knights went to compete elsewhere, intending to use their own methods to choose the king.
The noise was very far away, and there was no one around the rock. She just stood quietly in front of the Chosen Sword, with no applause, no cheers, and no vision.
She put her hand on the hilt of the sword...
Artoria came back to her senses, glanced at Ren with her emerald eyes, pondered for a moment and then replied:
"I have been pretending to be a man to live my life, and I have been learning swordsmanship, art of war, and state affairs since I was sensible...
The king (referring to King Uther) and the magician (referring to Merlin) have the purpose of 'creating the ideal king', and the thing designed for that purpose is me.
I don’t feel like an ideal king, nor do I have a special sense of mission. But after receiving the king's education, he was given as much ability as possible.
All this is to pull out the sword of choice, and I was born into this world. "
Ren listened to her explanation, was silent for a while, and then said softly:
"That's right, Artoria, but it seems you can refuse. When Merlin comes out, I'll show you a corner of the future.
Now that you know it's going to be such a cruel ending, don't you feel scared? And why didn't you give up? "
"Who are you?" He knew too much. Saber stared at his joyless face.
The dark pupils are as deep as the night, and the flowing white hair has a trace of vicissitudes, but the youthful vigor in his bones does not look like an old man in any way.
Especially Wuming's spiritual aura is not like that of a religious leader at all.
"Anyway, I'm not the first generation of the old man from the mountain. I'm not that powerful." Ren smiled lightly, seeming to sigh a little, "Girl, I chose to pull out the sword in the stone, and now I want to go back to the day of selection and let others do it for me. Don’t you think you are contradicting yourself when you draw your sword?”
Saber hummed softly, stretched out her hand and put a clean plate away, with an expression of reminiscence and thinking on her face:
"When Merlin appeared to remind me, the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood appeared in my mind. I was actually very scared."
"Since you are scared, why don't you turn around and leave? Whoever wants to do this job can do it. Anyway, I won't accompany you.
Let that old pervert Merlin... well, let the magician stare at him. "Ren smiled and folded the washed dishes.
Unable to help but roll her eyes at him, Arturia shook her head. She sighed and explained softly:
"I'm not afraid of my end."
"Girl, if you are not afraid of destined destruction, then what are you afraid of?"
"This... I don't know if my decision is right. Is there someone more suitable to be the King of Britain than me?
If so, let him pull out the sword from the rock. Can that person build a more peaceful and prosperous country? Leading to a better future? "
After hearing the words of the stupid king, Ren realized why Arturia had the idea of letting others draw the sword for her to save Britain.
He thought this idea was baffling before, as if he was shirking responsibility.
But now that she thinks about it, this is just an idea that she will inevitably have.
When she knelt on the hill of Camlan and witnessed the destruction of the kingdom, she could easily recall her choice on the chosen day.
She was not determined at that time, thinking that there might be someone better than her, and when she completely failed, she would naturally feel regret and try to let someone better try.
Ren suddenly smiled, and there was no malice in his hearty smile.
"Why are you laughing?" King Daimao felt surprised. If he was laughing, she wouldn't be surprised.
But he looked surprisingly gentle at this time, which was very different from his usual cold demeanor.
At least she hadn't seen him like this.
The corners of Ren's mouth raised slightly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone:
"Girl, I think you are very interesting. You are obviously a strong-willed guy who is unwilling to admit defeat.
Logically speaking, such people are usually confident, but you are always not confident enough in your choices.
This may not be accurate, but no matter what you do or what you experience, if something goes wrong, you will always take the responsibility on yourself.
I always think that I am not good enough and can’t do well, but girl, why don’t you think that you have tried your best and can’t do better than this? "
"this……"
"Are you so sure that there is someone better than you? If you have already achieved your best, and someone else does it, it will only be worse. What will you do then?"
"I..." Saber's lips opened slightly, but she couldn't speak.
If it were someone else, it might be worse.
It's not that she hasn't thought about this problem, which is also the reason for some hesitation and wavering in her heart.
Seeing this, Ren shook his head, sighed and said:
"Girl, I don't understand why you still want to pull out that sword since you are already scared and hesitant?
There has to be a reason for drawing the sword, right? Or motivation. Britain is dead and you are trying to save it.
What drives you to do whatever it takes to do this? "
reason? power?
Artoria was in a trance. What was her initial thought?
The answer is always in your heart, right?
"Every day on the farm is ordinary, and there are also the sounds of people living in the town. Watching people living ordinary lives on this land, I think this is good.
A lot of people were laughing, so I guess that must be true.
Live for people, live with people, and leave a bright future for people..."
The girl's voice was clear and sweet, and time was frozen at the moment she drew her sword. She had gone through wind and rain, and traveled across the battlefield, but her original intention remained unchanged.
Just looking at people's peaceful lives on earth will give you strength and motivation to move forward.
For this reason, draw your sword and fight, no matter whether the front is an abyss, purgatory, or loneliness and destruction, there is no turning back.
"Artoria, you are very kind." Ren said sincerely with a ripple in his dark pupils.
She just smiled and clenched her fists as if to confirm her thoughts.
Seeing her determined look, Ren's lips moved, wanting to say that the Holy Grail had been contaminated and he should take a rest.
But he suddenly felt that this was cruel. This was her first time participating in the Holy Grail War, and she had the highest expectations.
Lancelot's death further strengthened her obsession. If she knew that the Holy Grail was useless, she would definitely collapse.
This time, the Holy Grail will come to Mount Enzo. There won't be that fire, and there won't be the young hero Emiya who happens to be rescued by Kiritsugu.
There may not be a Fifth Holy Grail War.
Only then did Ren realize that although it was unintentional, his presence inevitably had a huge impact.
It seemed that he had indirectly tricked her. At least she still had a one-third chance of finding true love and being free.
Saber saw Wu Ming's rare expression of hesitation and couldn't help but feel a little curious: "What do you want to say to me?"
"nothing."
Ren quickly regained his composure and walked out of the kitchen.
Saber hesitated for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Unsung hero, why did you give up on your ideal? I'm asking about the real reason."
"Isn't it normal to give up? Wouldn't it be like you to drown in your ideals?"
Renn did not answer her directly, but smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, and then left without looking back.
He couldn't untie her knot like Shirou could.
Even though he and Shaoxia are good at cooking and have been together for a while, they understand her reasonably well.
But don't say that he didn't have this idea at the beginning. Even if he took the initiative to attack her, it would be useless. Arturia would not fall in love with him.
Perhaps it's because Emiya Shirou has always been a partner of justice, while Ren Ackerman is no longer a hero.
