A name is a specific code for something. Only with a name can we accurately point out a thing. Otherwise, the concept of the individual will become vague.
For humans, a name is a symbol of independence. With a name, one can become a complete individual in the social sense and have the power of autonomy. Giving Faker a name will allow her to break free from the shadow of Iskandar and truly become an independent person.
From now on, she is no longer Faker, no longer someone's appendage, she is just herself, an independent person.
"Come to think of it, I wanted to give you a name a long time ago, but you always refused and your mother always obstructed me."
"Wang..." Faker's eyes were red, and his lower lip was covered with teeth marks and blood. "No, I don't agree. I don't want any name - I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it!"
"You want my death, all of ours, to be in vain?"
The deafening roar caused Iskandar's spiritual power, which was already on the verge of collapse, to dissipate even faster.
"I-"
Faker instinctively wanted to refute, instinctively wanted to say that this war was not started by her, and the sacrifice of her companions could not be counted on her, but when she saw Wang's final expression, she couldn't say it, and could only say it hatefully.
"You're really cunning!"
"Hahaha, this king has always been like this."
Iskandar laughed loudly and happily, and waved to the long-haired man who was standing silently beside him.
"Weber, come here."
"Wang..." Weber choked and fell to his knees.
"Don't cry." Iskandar raised his big hand and patted Waver's head, just like he did ten years ago. "You did very well, very well. The reason for this failure is all my fault. It was my willful behavior that led to your defeat."
Waver shook his head stubbornly: "No, a minister has the obligation to advise the king."
"But it is up to the king to decide whether to listen or not. You have fulfilled your duties as a subject very well. It is me, the king, who has failed. Are you still willing to listen to the orders of a capricious king like me?"
"You are my king. I swear to serve you and to die for you. Please guide me forward and let me see the same dream as you."
This is how Weber answered ten years ago, and it is still the same ten years ago.
Such an oath may sound ridiculous to modern people who pursue equality and freedom, but no one present, including those rebellious young people, found it ridiculous, because everyone felt the weight of this oath, which was a treasure equivalent to the man’s life and soul itself.
Hearing the other party swearing like this, the domineering king smiled slightly. This smile was the highest praise and reward for his subjects.
"Well, then, Weber, I leave my sister to you."
"Eh?"
"Huh?"
The two people who were named were stunned. They never expected that Iskandar's final order would be this.
"Ahem, my sister has been indoctrinated with a lot of wrong ideas by her mother since she was young. She is dull and stubborn. If no one is watching her, she might get into all kinds of troubles like me. I hope you can take good care of her on my behalf, so that she can live well in this world and truly live for herself. By the way, I'll leave the naming to you. I've been thinking for so long and still can't think of a good name. If I pick one at random, Hephaestion will probably laugh to death. In order to avoid being laughed at by him, I can only leave it to you."
Having said that, Iskandar glanced at the man and woman on his left and right and continued.
"This is my decision, and I will not accept any objection."
"Yes." The two finally agreed.
"Then I have no regrets."
The peerless overlord closed his eyes in satisfaction, his body becoming increasingly fainter and his voice becoming weaker.
"This expedition... even though it failed... but... it's still exciting. It's a pity that we won't be able to see the outcome of another war... ah, what a pity..."
Finally, the king disappeared quietly, along with the miraculous land of hot sand.
Everyone returned to their original positions. The moon was still the same moon, the castle was still the same castle, as if nothing had changed except everyone's mood.
For those who participated in the Holy Grail War for the first time, this was the first time they saw real fighting.
The crazy shouts and screams still echoed in my ears, the pungent smell of blood still filled my nose, and the tragic battlefield scenes echoed over and over again.
This is the real Holy Grail War, this is the real world belonging to heroes.
For Weber and the others, they failed and lost the king once again. Although the king blamed himself for the failure, it did not make them feel relieved.
Weber now really wanted to find a deserted place to cry, but he didn't do it because there was something more important before that—another king who had won the final victory was walking towards him.
"Knight King."
"Do you still want to fight?"
Faker held the sword tightly and stared at Altria, and the Knight King slowly shook his head.
"The war is over. The King of Conquerors has left the battlefield, and Mr. Velvet is no longer the Master."
"But I'm still here." Faker raised his head stubbornly.
"You are not Iskander."
"Yes, you are not Iskander."
The one who spoke was Webber. She reached out and patted Faker's shoulder, and the latter trembled.
"You are so stupid—"
"He asked me to look at you. Do you want to refuse his last request?"
"I-"
Faker wanted to hold on, but she couldn't. She really couldn't refuse the heartfelt wishes of the man to whom she had given all her loyalty.
"Hmph, don't be so proud. If you give me a bad name, I will kill you first."
"Don't worry, you don't have to do anything when the time comes. I won't let myself go." Weber promised solemnly.
"Remember what you said." Faker turned his back and stopped talking. His shoulders trembled slightly, revealing a bit of loneliness and desolation.
The man hesitated, then reached out and gently patted the woman on the back.
The woman's body froze, and she said nothing in the end.
...
On the other side, Merlin's phantom was also quickly dissipating, and with him also disappeared the last remaining Knight of the Round Table, Kai.
"Ya, Yad..." Gray was flustered and at a loss. She really did nothing.
"What are you panicking about, Grey, you little idiot? We're just running out of time."
Kai was still as sharp-tongued as ever, and Merlin still had that frivolous smile on his face.
"Ah, because I was inside the inherent barrier to avoid the monitoring of the inhibitory force, now that the inherent barrier is gone, my little trick doesn't work anymore."
"I, can we meet again?" Gray asked quickly.
"There will be a chance." Kai smiled and reached out his hand to touch Gray's head. "Even if I'm not here, Yade will always be with you. Remember to beat him when he deserves to be beaten and scold him when he deserves to be scolded. That guy deserves a beating."
"Um!"
After receiving Gray's affirmative answer, Kai's body disappeared.
Merlin slowed down a little, leaving behind two inconspicuous petals that carried his thoughts away with the wind.
Apologies: "I'm sorry, I fooled you."
A piece of entrustment: "It's up to you next."
PS: I have finally finished writing about the stories between Iskandar, Weber and Kagemusha. When I saw the Second Generation Case Files, I hoped that these three would have a perfect ending. This is the ending of Jian Shao. Next it will be up to Mita Makoto's. Currently the Case Files has been published to the eighth volume and will be concluded in the next volume. I think the big brother will not let me down.