The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 443 Son of Prophecy, you don’t want to be unable to see your sweetheart, right?

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and circles of spreading light bloomed in front of Artoria's eyes. After a while, she lowered her hand on the chosen clock. Her vision became clear again, and then she saw the crowd surrounding her, about five steps away from her.

"What are you doing?"

Arturia blinked inexplicably. She took a step forward and immediately noticed something strange - her body seemed to become lighter, and her body was now surrounded by bright spots of light, which came from inside her body. Overflowing magic power.

"Just when you were ringing the bell, the Goblin Dead Lord appeared and wanted to attack you. Although his appearance before birth is no longer visible, he should be the leader of the Earth Clan of the previous generation." Oberon answered.

"Then the Black Knight appeared, destroyed the Goblin Lord of Death, and stopped us all from getting close to you." Goblin Menechelle immediately added.

"Black Knight?" Artoria tilted her head and asked, regardless of feeling the changes in herself: "Is it the Black Knight I thought of?"

"It should be the black knight who is one of Ash's companions." Oberon nodded, but quickly became uncertain: "Is this the back-up plan that Ash left behind as Spriggan said?"

Arturia kept a decent smile on her lips, but her brain was overwhelmed by the excessive amount of information, and she stared blankly ahead.

"In any case, it's not a bad thing that Ash left a back-up." Oberon walked over quickly with a smile and exclaimed: "Oh oh oh. Arturia, have you become stronger in one breath? many?"

We can set off to rescue Mash tomorrow - if the information provided by the goblin named Habertlot is not wrong.

"It will definitely happen. My body that has stopped growing will continue to grow!"

Because of the poor weather and too many things happening in one day, their bodies and minds were in urgent need of rest. After ringing the selection bell, they chose to stay overnight in Norwich.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of people here who don't know how to observe words and emotions. Gareth rushed forward with gleaming eyes, circling Artoria's body like a dog and nuzzling her sideways: "Then wouldn't Lady Artoria be able to transform into a very tall and powerful fairy?"

The word tall triggered Artoria's stress device, and the hair on her head swayed and stood up.

……

If Artoria was a low-class fairy from the countryside with very little magical power that could be easily recognized when thrown on the street, then if Artoria is thrown on the street now, she can easily blend in with a group of low-class people. The goblin is hit.

It's just that the smile is too forced, so that it can be seen at a glance that the girl is definitely absent-minded at this time.

——Is it because I missed the missing body of Héctor set up by Morgan?

It's night in Norwich. In the room provided by Spriggan.

She looked far away to the other side, which was the direction where Fujimaru Ritsuka was. Her eyes blinked slightly, as if conveying some message to her.

The word "well" was stretched out on the top of his head, and Oberon thought with malice - this perverted old man couldn't really fall in love at dusk, right?

Just thinking about the old man in his twenties and the underage dragon girl in his two thousand years makes me want to vomit.

"You won't grow something like that!" Arturia disgustedly pushed away the fairy Menechelle who wanted to pull out her hair to see if there were any rudimentary horns. Taking advantage of this gap, he pushed Gareth into the arms of the elf Menechelle.

——Dong dong dong.

Oberon rejected his guess. Artoria probably didn't know the identity of the Black Knight.

"Will it grow wings, a tail and horns?"

This was a double room. Spriggan had offered to change her to a single room, but Leonardo refused. Lying on the soft mattress, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head and saw that Da Vinci was writing a letter to Director Goldruff by the oil lamp. She turned her head back and stared at the ceiling blankly. She thought again Got Matthew.

He regretted that he had come forward to get close to him. Logically speaking, there should have been annoying noises at this time, and he could have used the opportunity to escape. But when he looked around, he found that Ezequiel was like an old quail. He huddled behind the elf Menechelle without saying a word.

There was a knock on the door, Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped rolling, and Leonardo da Vinci put down his pen at the same time, both eyes pointed straight in the direction of the door.

Artoria came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream and smiled: "Ah... um. This is the first time I know this. I didn't expect that ringing the bell can actually make me stronger."

"Please come in."

Although his tone remained relaxed, Da Vinci had already stood up.

The door was pushed open silently, and Arturia walked in alone. "Well, it's a bit presumptuous to come at night." Arturia smiled shyly and closed the door: "But I still want to confirm with you."

"Of course it's no problem, why don't we just say we're here to assist you."

The embarrassed look on Artoria's face became even more intense: "That's right, you said that he is from the outside world of Britain like Menechelle, right?"

"Actually, when I was ringing the bell, I seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, I saw me in your world, the life of King Arthur. Unlike me, she was worthy of the title of Red Dragon and King, with Twelve Knights of the Round Table unified Britain.”

Da Vinci was surprised and decided to write [the part of pan-human history that the Son of Prophecy can observe through the Pilgrimage Bell] into the letter later. But she immediately recognized the perfect opportunity to get closer to the Son of the Prophecy.

She used the causal thread to quietly communicate with Fujimaru Ritsuka: She might have doubts about herself later, remember to comfort her at that time.

But what happened next was beyond her expectation.

"Menechel once told me that he was not a member of the Knights of the Round Table. But I forgot to ask him why he didn't join, so he died trying to save me."

Facing the dragon's mouth, between escaping and her, he chose her without any hesitation.

"But in the dream, I knew the answer. It was the same as at that time. Before the Knights of the Round Table were established, Menechel died to protect King Arthur."

"He died once before he met me, so does that mean I can still meet him?"

She remembered the agreement she had made with Menechelle, and her originally dead heart began to beat.

And looking at those shining eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't tell any lies.

"can."

The corners of her lips raised upward, and Arturia wanted to hold back her smile, but the happiness that emanated from her heart could not be concealed by any disguise.

"Great, great."

"I will help you. I will definitely perform the role of the prophecy child well."

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly discovered that the Child of Prophecy seemed not as difficult to reach as imagined.

But looking at Arturia who looked like a little girl, she felt guilty again. Because this is destined to be a mirage-like chase.

She was destined to die with the Lostbelt.

……

In the darkness, Oberon opened his eyes, and his dark reflective pupils looked out the window with interest.

'Finally I couldn't bear it anymore. '

He thought, but did not make a sound, and even the breathing he had always maintained disappeared.

"Do you have time to chat?" A voice came from outside the door. The light was very dark and he couldn't see too far.

"I'm sorry, my time is like water in your brain. Although there is a lot of it, you just can't squeeze it out." Oberon closed one eye proudly. Listening to the tone, the other party finally lost that damn smile.

"I know you also have a hidden part. You should not be a follower of Pan-Human History."

Oberon's smile calmed down.

"Okay, let's talk."

(End of this chapter)