On the Hill, Like a Bloody Knight Under the Setting Sun

"You, be my knight in the future! When I become the king, join me in ending this troubled world!" "Okay! But I haven't been out here for a long time. When will women be able to be kings in this era?" "Hey! Have you discovered it? This is a secret and cannot be told!" "Ah, okay. But do I really have the qualifications?" "Of course, what matters is not whether you have the ability to achieve it, but whether you have the determination." "Is that so? Then just wait, I will definitely become a knight!" "Then, I will wait for you to serve me." "Then, after finishing those things, I will take you to see the sea of flowers in the Forest of Warcraft!" "Okay, I agree." "Well, I won't stop until I reach this goal." … Twenty years later... "Hiszea, you... Are not worthy of being my knight." … Three months later... He was taken to the stake as a traitor. His body was scarred, and the people's cheers turned to curses. When the flames ignited, the people were extremely excited. And he was in the fire, looking at the expressionless king on the stage. "Artoria, you are indeed not fit to be a king..." He showed an extremely ugly smile. (Keywords: Fate, Holy Grail War, Shape Moon) Disabled People's Association: 706314952