Chapter 1115: Pull Out This Sword and I Will Be the King

For a moment, the princess was unable to refute.

Yes, do you need any reason to help someone?

When facing people who need help, wouldn’t you help yourself without even thinking about it?

Seeing King Da Mao's expression that he didn't know how to refute, Anzhe blinked and laughed at himself.

In fact, I am not as noble as I just said. Maybe many people have misunderstood me and think that I am a selfless and gentle person.

In fact, how can I be as good as others say?

My gentleness and selflessness are all personal.

I'm really sorry. All the tenderness and dedication have been given to those who value me, and I still think it's far from enough. How can I have any extra kindness to help people who have nothing to do with me?

Anzhe thought mockingly.

He never regretted anything he did and knew exactly what he was doing.

But isn't that how people are, even if they know they have many shortcomings, they still want to pretend to be perfect.

The only difference between Anzhe and others is that he pretends to be more successful.

After scratching his head, Anzhe suddenly chuckled: "Oh, I thought I would get a burst of praise, but in the end, I got a lesson from my king, which is very uncomfortable."

He deliberately changed the topic, not wanting to say more about this kind of thing. Arturia also came to her senses and shook her head slightly.

The wind blew her hair, and she looked at the sky and suddenly whispered.

"Anzhe, do you also care about my praise? A free-spirited person like you wouldn't care about this kind of thing, right? I've never understood your wish, Anzhe. I have to do whatever it takes to repay that wish. Not even."

The girl's words made Anzhe stunned. He looked at the princess next to him in astonishment, and finally exhaled with a slight smile.

"Remember, it was just a joke of mine."

The princess shook her head: "I will not break any of the promises I made. Anzhe, can you tell me your wish?"

When An Zhe and I lived under the same roof,

Anzhe once took Artoria out to play. At that time, Anzhe won a wish from the princess through a joke bet.

Anzhe didn't say it clearly at that time, and after they separated, he didn't mention it again. He never thought about the girl but always remembered it.

Anzhe couldn't help but be touched in his heart, and the emotions in Anzhe's heart were somewhat uncontrollable.

With his lips slightly parted, Anzhe suddenly stepped forward and gently hugged the girl in front of him from behind.

Artoria's body suddenly shook, looking very surprised: "An, An Zhe?"

"My... wish..."

Anzhe hugged the girl gently, his voice seemed very low: "I have been waiting for you to come back, Saber..."

If possible, I wish you were not the king of the empire.

I wish I could always call you Saber, take care of you every day, watch you eat the food I prepared for you, and go to the city to play with you.

All I want is to be by your side and live a happy and ordinary life...

The moment Anzhe called out that name, the girl's expression flashed with confusion for a moment.

Once upon a time, Anzhe called himself this name.

I,, like this name very much...

Every bit of what happened in the past will always echo in my mind from time to time, but it is like a dream.

Empty and ethereal, that kind of life is what you long for, right?

However, that is also something that I cannot desire.

I'm sorry, Anzhe, it turns out that the me in that dream made you miss me so much...

"Anzhe, I..."

The girl's words came to her lips, but for some reason she couldn't continue.

This made her a little confused. Why couldn't she say no?

She could clearly feel Anzhe's trembling body, but Anzhe understood...she couldn't become what he longed for...

He must be very unwilling, after all, he made so many efforts for himself at that time...

"sorry……"

Hearing these feeble words, An Zhe's eyes flashed with sadness: "Sure enough, it's better not to express this wish..."

With her back to An Zhe, the princess's eyes flashed with deep apology.

She was very grateful to An Zhe for letting her have such a beautiful memory. Even after so long, she would still think of it from time to time. Every time she thought of it, there would always be ripples in her heart.

However, for her, it was too luxurious after all.

Taking a deep breath, she gently held Anzhe's hand around her.

"I'm sorry... My body and mind have long been dedicated to this empire... I swore back then - if I pull out this sword, I will be the king."

His body shook slightly, perhaps because he had already anticipated the answer. Anzhe's mood calmed down quickly, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

"I understand...this is the last time I call you this, Saber..."

In my mind, a gentle sigh came from the rational personality...

At the same time, the long-lost system prompt rang.

Current goddess: Artoria Pendragon

"Copiable ability detected: LV7 Immortal Heroic Spirit"

"Special armed weapon detected: Sword of Vowed Victory"

"Special armed weapon detected: Avalon"

"Special blessing detected: Gift of the Fairy in the Lake"

"Copying requirements: 2.5 billion popularity points. It cannot be copied temporarily. If you give up, it will never be copied again."

"Whether to copy"

Copy it...

The mind whispered the order, and the massive popularity value was instantly reduced by more than half, but Anzhe's expression was neither sad nor happy.

He had long understood in his heart that his expectations were in vain. This princess would never be the same Saber again. As she said, nothing was more important to her than the empire.

How could An Zhe compare to the importance of the empire in the heart of the princess...

Perhaps this was also the price of being impulsive. Anzhe felt a little depressed. After the system finished copying the ability, he let go of his hand and knelt down on one knee to salute.

"My king, please forgive me for my presumption."

This time, Anzhe's tone became very calm. Arturia turned around and saw that in Anzhe's calm eyes, there was clearly a regret that made her feel sad.

"Get up, Anzhe, I don't blame you."

Anzhe stood up calmly, when another prompt came from the system.

"It is detected that the host has an ability lower than this skill level. Should we spend 1.5 billion popularity points to permanently upgrade it to the same level?"

yes!

Regardless of the regrets in his heart, Anzhe still calmly improved all his abilities. In this way, the popularity value he had finally accumulated to 4 billion immediately bottomed out, leaving only a pitiful few million popularity points.

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