Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice II

Chapter 239

"Have you abandoned all reason in your quest for power?" The king's words dripped with disappointment as he spoke to the Dragon.

The two had always been on opposing paths: one chose to turn back, while the other relentlessly pushed forward. As they faced each other now, it was clear that they had reached a point of no return.

The Dragon was a passionate creature, guided by his emotions and rich in feelings. Yet this very passion often became his undoing, clouding his judgment and blurring the lines between right and wrong.

Love occasionally reached its pinnacle in the form of evil. Sadly, the person enveloped by this consuming flame often remains oblivious, lost in their own world, even as others recognize the evil taking root.

Fighting for the survival of Britain and struggling to preserve its existence was not inherently wrong in terms of human values. However, the chosen method of achieving this goal was a regression of historical progress, denying the rich history of Britain up until that point.

It overlooked the accomplishments of the British people throughout history and instead sought to rely on the power of the gods to achieve survival, even if it meant becoming their eternal puppets.

It wasn't so much a struggle as it was an act of fear and desperation. They donned the guise of "struggle" to shield themselves from an uncertain future and chose to retreat.

They clung to layers of theoretical justifications, convincing themselves of the righteousness of their cause. In the end, however, their ideas proved to be weak and lacking in substance.

Being daring in both love and hate is admirable, but being unable to look forward with one's own eyes can limit one's potential as a leader. Such a person may make a good friend but may not be fit to lead.

Focusing solely on past glories without the ability to move forward does not inspire confidence or trust. Consequently, it is difficult to entrust one's fate to such a person.

Had Vortigern possessed even a shred of courage, he would not have chosen to restart the Age of Gods or to seek the Holy Lance, but to fight against this planet and this world.

This fundamental difference in mindset set Shirou apart from Vortigern. While Vortigern chose to retreat, Shirou chose to press forward.

Consequently, Vortigern gained the power of the past, while Shirou gained the light of the future.

Many people were drawn to Shirou because those who move forward have a natural attraction. In contrast, Vortigern had no followers but only the beasts that echoed his roars. This was not because of any other reason but because he had chosen to isolate himself from the beginning.

While Vortigern was the strongest individual, the war between him and Shirou ultimately boiled down to a battle between the collective and the individual, between progress and regress.

Shirou handed Excalibur and its sheath back to Artoria, then gripped Rhongomyniad. The lance radiated intense heat, searing his skin, but he clenched it tightly, ignoring the pain.

With a resounding battle cry, he shouted to his troops, "Encircle the dragon and bring it down!"

"Bring it down!" echoed the soldiers, led by their commanders.

With their final ounces of strength, the troops ripped apart the battlefield, determined to reach the other side.

The soldiers, young men with sharp blades, pushed forward, carving a path through the chaos.

In the distance, the dragon cast its ominous shadow across the mountains and valleys, its gargantuan form resembling a mountain range, its claws embedding themselves deep into the earth.