NABC Page 302
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"Your treacherous scheme is over, Agravan... As traitors, our sins were sealed the moment we killed our own people."
Lancelot looked at Agravain with a complicated expression.
“However, I cannot ignore your treacherous schemes. As the king’s regent, you have committed such inhumane acts—you must pay for this sin.”
"Both are traitors?"
Agraven narrowed his eyes: "You mean, I'm a traitor like you?"
"Lancelot, you really know how to tell jokes."
Agraven sneered: "You actually dare to say I'm a traitor..."
hum-
The black armor was stained crimson, and his eyes were filled with madness, yet also with reason.
“My mother sent me to the king’s round table as a pawn in order to secure the throne of Britain.”
"I served that king as a spy with the aim of tearing his kingdom apart, and I will not deny that..."
"But personally, I don't care who the king is!"
"I want this country to prosper, this country to flourish... I've discovered..."
"No one is more suited to be king than that person!"
"As long as she can rule forever, the ideal nation will surely be achieved, and any sacrifice is worthwhile, including my own life..."
"But you ruined all of that!"
"A truly ideal country, an ideal world—"
"You ruined everything. Your betrayal, your affair with the queen, has rendered all my efforts futile and stained that king's reputation—"
"And you have betrayed... betrayed our king once again!"
"Only you..."
Agraven roared like a beast, his eyes bloodshot, his armor covered in blood... even his own blood evaporated!
"only you!"
Agravivan went berserk.
He let out a low growl, staring intently at the purple-clad knight on the lake.
"Absolutely not to be forgiven!"
Lancelot:
He recalled Mash's words.
Agguwen is definitely not an evil person.
He has never betrayed the Round Table or the King.
"Agraven, could it be that you...?"
Each of the Knights of the Round Table had their own loyalty.
With his spear in hand and in a berserk state, Agrave was a match for Lancelot!
Moreover, that's not all. Agrave had already mentally simulated and imagined countless battles with Lancelot.
Under this surge of berserk...
Lancelot wavered.
"You...didn't you use the king for your own ambitions?"
The blue blade of the lake-like sword gleamed with a clear, cool light, barely managing to block the attack of the black spear.
The loud clang of metal colliding made the rooftop sway slightly.
“I did use the king, but it was precisely because that king was my power—my ideal of Camelot's glory—that I made this decision!”
"You, for your own selfish reasons, have tarnished the glory of the king..."
Agrave raised his spear high, and black and red magic surged wildly, condensing into countless berserk purgatory knights. This magical army, like Agrave's obsession, charged towards Lancelot with an unprecedented determination.
The ground collapsed, and the sun set.
The world collapsed.
The king's ideal kingdom collapsed at this moment.
"What do you possibly understand about me? Answer me, Lancelot!"
""
Looking at that ferocious yet stubborn posture, Lancelot felt a surge of sorrow in his heart.
No one truly understood Agcuvin, and no one ever truly saw how much criticism he endured as a regent.
He is the very "stain" hidden behind King Arthur, a sorrowful yet resilient figure.
Agguwen was never an unfaithful man...
He upheld loyalty and righteousness through his own stubbornness...
In that instant of hesitation, Agravure's magic transformed into an iron ring, sealing Lancelot's arms and legs completely...
Ordinary Servants simply cannot break free from this terrifying bondage.
Lancelot had no choice but to throw off the holy sword and touch the chains with his hands to regain control.
"Ah, I don't understand..."
"Lord Tristan says the king doesn't understand people's hearts, but... how can we possibly understand the king's heart..."
Lancelot's sturdy armor crumbled, and he tore the black and red chains to shreds, his muscles tense as he walked back and forth in front of the broken wall.
"We disloyal people...were merely imposing our own ideals on the king!"
"We are not loyal to the king, but to the chair beneath his throne!"
"How much pressure did the king endure for this, and what has become of him... If the destruction of Britain is inevitable, then we are nothing more than spirits filled with obsession!"
Agravan: "So what! Even if I'm a spirit clinging to life, my loyalty to the King will never change! Even if I'm not understood... I will—"
Lancelot broke free of his chains.
Instead of activating [Knight Dies Barehanded], he accelerated his run the instant he broke free, his muscles tensing, and his powerful, fleshy arm slammed into Agravien's face!
Agravan instantly spun like a top, rolling several times on the ground from the powerful impact to his face!
"Lancelot aaaaaaa!"
Agguwen roared as he got up.
He crouched low and charged forward like a wild beast!
The force of this obsessive impact was so strong that it directly caused Lancelot to fall to the ground with his arms around his waist!
"Ugh...cough!"
Lancelot gritted his teeth, but at that moment, he coughed up blood from his heart and lungs.
Without the slightest hesitation, Agravure leaned forward and straddled Lancelot.
He clenched his fists.
boom!
A fist came down.
"It's all your fault..."
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
"If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, you bastard!"
boom! boom! boom!
"Gares and Garrigues will not die!"
Bang! A left fist swung down.
"Gawain will not give up!"
Bang! A right fist slammed down!
"Mordred won't go berserk!"
"Tristan won't leave either..."
Agraven's fist slammed into Lancelot's face relentlessly!
Like a torrential downpour, like a thunderclap!
"Camelot's glory will live on forever... It's all your fault!"
"If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you—"
Agrave's fists, dripping with blood and tears, pounded repeatedly on Lancelot's face.
Each punch was imbued with black and red magic, yet it was more deadly than any Noble Phantasm.
The fist that landed was not just physical pain, but also all the resentment that Camelot had extinguished.
It was the despair he concealed beneath his identity as a "regency officer," a despair that had never been understood by anyone.
Lancelot ignored the pain on his face.
Blood and foam were at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his arms to block Agguvin's relentless fists.
But just then...
But he saw it.
The once stern and unsmiling Agguiwen had bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down his face.
不 ...
Lancelot saw it clearly.
Those weren't tears at all; on that狰狞 face, twisted with anger and contortion, the tears were as red as jewels.
That is blood.
It is the blood and tears of Agguwen’s extreme pain and despair.
"In my lifetime, I was indeed guilty of sins, whether it was my affair with the princess, the sin of hurting my companions, or the sin of escaping Camelot... Camelot's collapse was caused by me."
Agraven was taken aback, and the Iron Knight's hand involuntarily froze.
“But…Agraven…”
Lancelot coughed up blood, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes.
"Is this truly the glory you desire?"
"All I want is an eternal kingdom, an ideal kingdom without threats or invasion!"
"Even if I commit sins and suffer despair, I still want to offer up my ideal kingdom for that person... that king!"
Lancelot took the opportunity to push Agravivan away.
He gritted his teeth and stared at the other person.
At this moment, their eyes met.
The last rays of the setting sun pierced through the thick smoke from the burning holy city and spilled onto the rooftop, casting long, narrow shadows of Lancelot and Agravure.
Agguwen's fist remained suspended in mid-air...
"I just want Britain to prosper..."
The voice was genuine, without any deceit; Agravan's voice was almost hoarse: "Yet you ruined all of this... Lancelot."
That was a glory that could not be recovered.
Even if Lancelot is destroyed, there is no way to restore Britain's glory.
Both were covered in wounds...
Even the most elite knights couldn't help but feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness at this moment.