Some things, and therefore different positions of standing, often have very different ways of doing things. Standing in the position of a bystander, watching an authority unable to make decisions because of simple entanglements, it often feels ridiculous, but when you stand in that position, those things can understand that ----there are two things that you hold dear, you can only grasp one, and the other must be discarded.

And now, it is obviously an extremely simple choice, but it is more difficult to put it in front of you than to kill yourself. In the final analysis, he and countless people are essentially the same ordinary people, but fate has given him strength, and because of this, he never thought that he would be an existence that could be on par with heroes and great men, and he was, and until now------ maybe it is because of such a ridiculous reason that he can be born as a Servant and cannot obtain a treasure that bears the name of a hero.

[Poof! The sound of the sword breaking through the flesh and piercing the fragile flesh reverberated through the hall of the stage, and the sound of the alternation of weapons on the second floor was stopped by the sound of the second floor. Qing's mind was awakened by this voice! When his consciousness returned to reality and looked at the second floor, Rider's burly figure slowly fell to the ground at this time, and the sound of blood splashing was unusually loud----- which shook Qing's mind like a landslide in Qing's ears!

One wrong step, one wrong step! Close your eyes tightly, and the scene of losing everything is close in front of you----- because of your own sluggishness, and you will help your Rider from beginning to end and bury him. ------- above the second floor, Artoria pulled the golden sword from Rider's chest, and although Rider tried to grab the blade and delay as much time as possible, it didn't do anything.

She rolled over and jumped down the second floor, the blood that had been left on Rider's blade had already been steamed dry by the scorching edge. The sound of iron boots touched the ground, and Qing silently opened his eyes. Through the Holy Grail, the person who could not make Qing hostile to him, neither in the past nor in the future, stood on the opposite side. Even if you stand far away, you can feel the edge above the blade, because that feeling does not come from the holy sword, but from the cold eyes.

The space was silent, all the sounds had stopped. Archer stood not far away, smiling at Qing, Artoria's arrival didn't make him move his gaze at all, his scarlet pupils were playful, like looking at an interesting possession, or at least everything was under his control from beginning to end. Although Qing rejects this feeling from the bottom of his heart, he can't avoid it----- he will also have a great possibility, ridiculously like the master of Berserker, who needs to rely on the level that he can't reach, and rely on the Archer camp to achieve the only obsession in this world, the only oath he has promised.

But 'I still want to try--- 'try to convince the person, and beg her to go back with her, and it is impossible to answer the request that the other party has agreed to. Thinking of this, Qing looked at Artoria through the Holy Grail, who was also staring at him through the Holy Grail. If she doesn't agree, then Qing will inevitably have only one choice left, and the fight to the death with Artoria will not be able to refuse---- which is the last thing Qing wants to see and do!

"--- Li! This is also the last time I will ask you this question------- the Holy Grail has gone bad and will not be able to fulfill your wish from beginning to end. ------I want to beg you to help me, use your holy sword to help me destroy the Holy Grail!" -------If you don't agree------ then I can only kill you---- even if you die, I won't let you touch the Holy Grail----" The long sword was held in his hand, and the tip of the sword hung limply to the ground.

The warrior holds his weapon with conviction and stabs his blade into the precious enemy who wants to destroy it for the things he cherishes in his heart, all of which are the source of strength for those who fight bloodily, but at this moment Qing already feels that the source has dried up----- but has already decided that the things behind her must be guarded by her no matter what! So even if you let Qing squeeze the blood dry, you must fight for her! Abandon everything, just to be able to keep the truth in front of you, even if you can't remember a fragment of memory at all.

"I refuse, Qing! The Holy Grail is my only hope, I will not give it to anyone------ as long as that mistake can be corrected, maybe it will not cause them to die in vain because of me, Camelot, Britain will not be because of me, because of Mordred, because of you! Turned into a scorched earth----- her sword trembled, and the holy light of the original sword body also dimmed at this moment. Her eyes were filled with pain and hatred, in the cold, colorless pupils.

Qing sighed weakly in his heart, although Qing could be generous and didn't need to hide it in his heart, but after Artoria's words, there was only one battle to the death, only one person survived. Sighing for this cowardly look, Qing doesn't want her to see it---- because whether she lives or dies, Qing must drag her to hell together! ----- only this is the only way for Qing to ask Archer to destroy the Holy Grail and ensure that the person he guards in this life will not fall into the abyss.

[In the name of Emiya Kiritsugu-----] An abrupt voice entered the center of the hall, hoarse, and desperate made the name of the voice seem to be lifeless-----。 Qing immediately turned to look at the second floor in the direction of his right, a person standing in the darkness made it impossible to see his appearance at all, only that it was a man. The crimson light that was unique to the spell was like a flame burning, and a bad aura spread out from his root [to give an order to the spell. 】

'Oh no!! -----' pupils narrowed, and Qing turned around and ran towards the woman standing behind him without the slightest hesitation, but in his eyes, this path was far away beyond his reach------ [Saber, immediately destroy the Holy Grail with a treasure----- -----]

Intuition gives Qing the truest feeling. But it didn't give Qing enough time-----。 As soon as Qing Gang turned around, the golden holy sword behind him shone with the brightest light! At this moment, Archer, who was originally in control of the overall situation, no longer had the original calm, and his wide eyes could not question Artoria, who had liberated the treasure! "How is it possible--- what do you want to do?! Saber！ ”

Under the compulsion of the spell, no matter how hard Artoria tried, no matter how much she tried to stop it, she couldn't stop her from raising the golden holy sword! [Blessing the command with the third spell!] Saber, destroy the Holy Grail once and for all-----] like the bell of the end echoes in the space where the golden holy sword shines. What the young ---- who only came to his master saw was also the end-----