"Fourth, always provide aid to the Lady." "Fifth, never compel the Lady." "Sixth, never engage in conflict stemming from an argument." "Under this code of chivalry, you who recognize Me as King, you who hear My call, answer this blade! Swear it now! Pursue victory and safeguard all hope; come forth to the King's side... Advance, Knights of the Round Table!"

As the resonant words fell, the material world, already eroded by the Conqueror King's Reality Marble, underwent another massive transformation in the world of phantoms he had conjured. It was no longer an endless, flat plain, but a landscape blending towering mountains, flowing rivers, cities, and forests, bearing an almost indistinguishable resemblance to the ancient real world. Two illusory worlds coexisted, facing each other—a feat utterly impossible in reality. Simultaneously, beside the Pure White Knight, rows of indistinct figures suddenly materialized. A fierce wind swept through, solidifying every phantom into a tangible presence. Each one emanated an impossibly sharp aura. Without a doubt, they were battle-hardened, fearless knights, warriors spoken of only in legend. "Reality Marble: Knights of the Round Table...?"

The onlookers were once again stunned. It was already rare enough for a Conqueror King to manifest a Reality Marble, but now even the White Knight King was employing one. More astonishing still was how remarkably similar the two Reality Marbles were. At this moment, they understood. Indeed, possessing such similar powers, yet walking entirely different paths of kingship, it was no exaggeration to call the two born enemies. That was right; the Pure White Knight, Lily's EX-rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm was—the Knights of the Round Table.

Over a hundred Knights of the Round Table stood upright like javelins, clad in silver armor, wielding majestic Noble Phantasms, guarding their King. The power surging, ready to burst forth from within them, pierced the heavens and reached the firmament. Although numerically inferior to the Conqueror King's Army of Conquest, their imposing spirit was in no way diminished. It was no exaggeration to say that every single one of these hundred-plus knights possessed strength comparable to that of the original King of Knights. At least a third of them could easily qualify for the Saber class designation. This was only natural, for among them stood the foremost warrior of the Round Table—Lancelot of the Lake. Alongside him were Gown, whose strength rivaled Lancelot’s and who was known as the 'White Prince'; Balin, the astute and brave commander wielding twin swords; Kay, the passionate and hot-blooded Knight of Valor; Parsifal, founder of the Grail Knights; and Bedivere, the most fiercely loyal to the original King of Knights... Which of these figures was not renowned throughout history? Which was not a hero laden with glorious achievements?

In that savage, dark age, King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table were symbols of justice and hope. It was this fellowship of heroes, through courage and fortitude, who expelled powerful enemies, guiding their people toward the light and restoring unity. They were warriors who fought for friendship and righteousness. Under the guidance of a perfect King, they followed the code of chivalry, trusting their companions as brothers. Even after death, becoming Heroic Spirits, that bond of unwavering faith did not break. Whenever their King needed them, they could cross the currents of time to answer the call, bringing victory and hope to their sovereign. This was the ultimate, most powerful Noble Phantasm of the perfect King of Knights.

"Is this your chivalry, your army, White Knight King?" Seeing this spectacle, the Conqueror King dared not show the slightest disrespect. His tone naturally carried reverence as he questioned loudly. "Indeed," the Pure White Knight stood before all her Knights, her posture proud. "Conqueror King, might we now exchange blows?" "Hahahaha!" The Conqueror King suddenly erupted in loud laughter, a joy born of meeting a worthy rival. Without answering directly, he boomed, "The King of Knights, whose fame rings through history, and her army declare war upon us! Soldiers, how shall we answer them?" "Fight! Fight! Fight!" The Army of Conquest roared back a world-shaking declaration. There was no need for hesitation; they were the army of conquest. Wherever the King commanded, they would fight. "Very well." The Conqueror King waved a large hand, quieting the assembled voices, and then addressed the girl opposite him. "White Knight King, my army outnumbers yours, yet I shall show you no quarter, nor will I reduce my forces. This will be a war of many against few. Do you dare accept?"

The girl did not reply, but instead raised the Sword in the Stone high once more, as if taking an oath. "Knights, where do your swords point?" "Where the King's sword points, there too shall our swords point!" Their magnificent, spirited voices carried across the sky, tearing through the clouds. All the Knights of the Round Table brandished their weapons and loudly echoed their King's words. "Knights, who is your enemy?" "Whoever is the King's enemy, is our enemy!" "Knights, for what purpose do your swords exist?" "To protect the honor of Our King! To defend the dignity of Our King! To vanquish the King's enemies!" "Knights, that is the famed Conqueror King and his undefeated army before you. Their warriors outnumber you several times over. Do you harbor fear?" "With Our King, we fear nothing! Fear nothing!" "Knights, facing an undefeated army, do you possess the confidence to win?" "With Our King, victory is certain! Certain! Certain!" "Knights, has your conviction ever wavered?" "With Our King, fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Conqueror King." Listening to those voices, firm as bedrock, the girl lifted her head, and an incredibly intense fighting spirit erupted from her body. "I have fought until this day, winning against superior numbers countless times. Do you dare to be the next to fall?" "Hahahaha, exhilarating!" The Conqueror King laughed heartily, then swept his hand forward. "Warriors, display your might! Conquer all!" "Hyaah!" The Army of Conquest immediately let out a thunderous cry and charged forward. "Knights, the formidable enemy is before you! Let all witness your martial valor! Bring victory to your King with the swords in your hands!" "In the name of the Knights of the Round Table, victory for the King!" All the Knights of the Round Table raised their weapons and responded with a great shout. Amidst that roar, which seemed to erupt like mountains and rivers, the assembled figures appeared to coalesce into a single sharp blade, rushing toward the front.

This was a magnificent battle, the kind seen only in ancient times, now manifesting once more. All those watching from the periphery were rendered speechless. Whether it was the Conqueror King or the White Knight King, the momentum of both armies had reached its absolute zenith. Regardless of the outcome of this clash, they would never forget it as long as they lived.

"Saber?" At this moment, Irisviel suddenly noticed that the girl beside her was swaying precariously, appearing on the verge of collapse. She quickly reached out to steady her, her concern evident in her eyes. "Iris, I... I'm fine..." The girl stood firm, but her trembling voice betrayed to anyone that she was currently suffering a massive blow. Irisviel sighed inwardly. She deeply understood what the girl was feeling. As the King of Knights, the girl had relentlessly cast aside her human emotions, dedicating herself entirely to the ideal of service to her nation, guarding her realm and her people. Yet, after such immense sacrifice, she had ultimately met a tragic end of abandonment by those closest to her, leaving an indelible stain upon the proud life of the King of Knights.

But the girl before her, identical to herself, reigned as king while remaining a common human being—neither aloof nor distant from the mortal world, holding the emotions of a normal person, dwelling among her people and listening to their voices. She had earned the support of everyone, the deep bond between ruler and subject. The King guarded the people, and in turn, the Knights guarded the King; this relationship formed her ultimate Noble Phantasm. Because of this very fact, she dared to unequivocally negate the paths of kingship walked by Saber and the Conqueror King. Naturally so, because the White Knight King had always believed her own path to be perfect, unsurpassed.

Was she wrong? Was she wrong? To cast aside human emotion, to guard the nation and its people like a machine, dreaming of becoming an ideal King—was that truly a mistake? Saber felt her very heart tremble. Her inner beliefs and ideals were shaking and collapsing with unprecedented speed. If she was wrong, then what meaning did her existence hold? What use was her wish? Faced with a King of Knights who was a more ideal version of herself, what hope remained for victory, even for a chance to start anew?

"You are not wrong." Just then, the girl suddenly heard a voice. Those three words were like the only sliver of light in profound darkness, pulling her back from the abyss just as she was about to shatter. She looked up sharply, her gaze falling upon the source of the voice, only to be surprised to find it was the Master of that perfect King. "Whether it is Lily's path of kingship, the Conqueror King's path, or your own path, none of them are wrong," Lin Luo stated, his voice grave as he looked at the pale-faced girl. "Every person's path of kingship is different. There is no need to pursue the same path as others, so the King has only one thing to do."

"Wh-what?" the girl asked reflexively, a rare hint of nervousness in her voice. "Believe," Lin Luo met her eyes directly, then pointed in turn to all the kings beside him, speaking loudly. "Like them, believe in your own road to kingship. Do not hesitate, do not regret, walk it without complaint, regardless of whether paradise or hell lies ahead. Your own path of kingship must be trodden with your own unwavering faith." Upon hearing this, not only was Saber struck dumb with shock, but even the King of Heroes and Nero raised their eyebrows, seeming quite moved.

"This..." The girl's lips moved. She had always firmly believed her path was correct, even if her subjects hadn't recognized it, but— "What if the path forward is already wrong?" Mustering what little strength she had left, the girl bit out the question through clenched teeth. "Wrong? What does that matter?" Lin Luo gave a faint smile and replied with unshakeable certainty, "What concern is the world's censure or cold glances? As long as your conscience is clear, you are a perfect King." "Let me ask you, King of Knights, do you have any regrets?"

PS: I just have to ask: Are you feeling the hype yet? V