Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[47] Not to Save the World, Just to... Save You

Incomprehensible.

Gawain couldn't comprehend why the person in front of him was so indifferent.

Even though you are the notorious son of the vile King Vortigern, such a infamous character, deserving of being torn apart by a thousand knives.

Then, why...

...Why can't my holy sword strike you down?

Staring at the Sword of Revolving Victory that fell to the ground, its light nearly dim, no longer dazzling, no longer radiant.

Even the bright sunlight, he could no longer feel the blessing from the sun.

"...O Sun, have you forsaken me?"

Gawain knelt down.

But there was no one to answer the Knight of the Sun's question.

Alvin just walked past.

Walked past the disoriented Gawain.

Walked past the stunned Artoria.

Walked past the breathless Knights of the Round Table.

Alvin saw Kay's bitter smile, saw him raise his hand as if wanting to hold onto him.

"Alvin..."

"Kay, thank you for accompanying Artoria all the way. In the future, maybe I'll have to trouble you to take care of her."

"You've changed so much, Alvin..."

"Yeah, sorry, can't treat you to grilled fish anymore."

'I've learned it myself, Alvin! It's delicious, do you want to eat...?'

Such words, in the end, couldn't be said.

That hand, in the end, couldn't be raised.

...He was too far away.

Far away like the wind.

The dark knight walked towards the wilderness outside the town amidst the knights' crowding and silence.

No one dared to ask, no one dared to stop.

Standing under the dim sunlight.

At the end of the street, he turned around.

His elusive figure seemed to dissipate with the wind.

"Artoria, I've troubled you by coming uninvited..."

Alvin smiled.

Although not loud, his words clearly reached her and the Knight of the Round Table.

The golden-haired girl gazed at him.

In her deep green eyes, reflected his dark shadow.

"I know you have many questions, right?"

"I'll answer them."

"I know you're confused right now, so before that, go take care of your own matters."

"By the way, didn't you get a chance to see Ector? I often visit him, his old man's body is still robust."

Instead of his fingertips.

The wind gently caressed her cheek.

"Remember, that wheat field where we practiced swordsmanship..."

"Since it's a place of acquaintance."

"Perhaps, it's not a bad place to bid farewell."

Alvin smiled.