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

Chapter 66: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Prophecy of the Mirror Fairy
Gareth has the power of prophecy, an ability she has mastered from unknown time. Without her control, every time she activates it, she will suddenly fall into a dream, as if following a certain pattern.

In this pure white space, Gareth can accurately "see" what will happen in the future every time. Whether it was Menechel-senpai being eaten by a dragon or being attacked by an enemy close at hand, it would all happen like in a dream. Gareth will try her best to avoid a bad future every time, and she will use her own actions to change those bad things that happen.

Gareth knew that this was her spiritual world. She came here again under the massive bombing of the Sky Disaster just now.

But, but, this time is the exception.

Ninety-nine times.

No matter how she simulated it, no matter what actions she made, whether it was moving forward, fighting, or pulling everyone to hide next to the fairy Lancelot. Gareth tried everything she could think of, but the future seemed to be doomed.

In such a desperate city, she witnessed everything with her own eyes. First, Artoria was eaten by a mouth falling from the sky, and then Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, Ezequiel, and Chiko Muramasa. She could only watch helplessly as her companions were buried in the belly of snakes, or bitten to pieces by countless black dogs.

She was angry, she roared, she was helpless to watch this scene, the tears accumulated in her eyes blocked her sight.

The simulations continued again and again, the failures continued again and again, and Gareth returned to the starting point again and again.

The hundredth time.

It was still in a sea of ​​smoke, blood, red, and stinking fire.

The vision was unusually blurry, probably due to the overdraft of mental energy caused by excessive predictions.

Only in such a devastated sea of ​​​​fire, can you still vaguely smell the burning smell of the flames coming from the image.

——Did the prophecy fail?

"Hey."

Following that voice, among all the flames, only a safe gap was left in front of Gareth's eyes. There, there was a vaguely standing figure, wearing tight armor, holding a knight's sword in one hand, and with neat short hair. At this time, he turned his head slightly and looked at her kneeling on the ground: "No need. Thank me."

The man's mouth opened and closed, and unlike his appearance, which seemed to be shrouded in a pale veil, the man's voice was unusually clear.

But Gareth couldn't help but widen his eyes as he listened.

"What I can do is what I can do. This is what I will do even if you don't ask me to do it."

"In the same way, you also have things you can do, and only you can do it. It's not okay to entrust this part to others. The only one who can do that kind of thing is yourself. If you don't hide it in your heart If you do, you will definitely regret it at some point in the future.”

——It turned out to be that time.

She finally remembered why these words felt familiar, she finally remembered when she had heard these almost identical words, and Gareth finally remembered who he was.

"Ainsel."

The voice still continued.

"You are weak and clumsy, but you are far from hopeless. The fact that you will suffer and cry because of what you have done is the best proof. But the only thing that can save you at any time is You yourselves, this is the premise that will never change. If you want to be saved, you have to take the initiative and change yourself. If you can't even do this, how can you deserve a miracle? "

Yes, she finally remembered why she chose to be reincarnated into the next generation after leaving such a prophecy.

"Ah, so that's what happened. You died in my place and entrusted your life to me. My friend Mira, do you even believe in me like this?"

The Mirror Fairy with the ability to predict is not omnipotent. Even a great fairy like her has unpredictable things - their predictions are just warnings from their future selves to their present selves. They cannot predict what they have not The future they have seen - they cannot predict what will happen after their death.

He thought of Mira, who was both his junior and his friend. For her illusory and unrealistic idea, he was willing to take the place of [Einsel] who should have died and rush to the fate of death. In fact, at that time, he must have So confused too.

A painful smile appeared on Gareth's lips: "My friend Mira, I think I probably know what I should do."

……

After the aftermath of the explosion, among the debris of charred plant roots, Gareth raised her head, blood dripping from the wound on her forehead into the mud beneath her.

As her body slowly rose, the sawdust falling on her body fell away bit by bit. Looking around, the surroundings are full of withered tree trunks burning with black flames. In the center of this scorched earth, only half of the tall trees are left but can still be said to reach straight into the sky. In the explosion of the meteorites just now, It was this big tree that suddenly rose into the sky that blocked most of the damage for her.

Under the giant tree, there were black scorched ash bulges one after another, and several figures underneath were revealed.

"Everything is fine, great." A hoarse and deep voice sounded under the tree. Under the silent and burning giant tree, a hooded and dejected figure sat down against the tree.

"Grim...are you okay?"

"Not dead yet." Grim heard the call and felt the warm temperature coming from his body. He shook Artoria who had just stood up and threw a healing magic at him. Shaking his head: "No need to waste your efforts, I'm just not dead."

Grim shook his head slightly, but his face was still exposed in front of everyone. His right eye was closed tightly, but the sunken eyeball also revealed that his eye was disabled. There was a ferocious blood line above the eyelid, which passed from his forehead through the fragile side of his neck and disappeared until his right shoulder. , this blood line shows a dark red color after the blood has coagulated, and the wound is extremely deep. Rather than saying that the wound is on the neck, it is better to say that the head is barely connected to the body by a layer of skin. This does not look like it no matter how you look at it. He was able to survive his injuries, let alone perform magic, so Grim's current state could only be explained by one term.

"Can the battle continue?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes darkened. But unlike the depressed people, Grim himself seemed indifferent. He actually chuckled and said in a self-deprecating tone: "I was unexpectedly attacked by a little girl. What bad luck. Could it be that I was attacked by this body?" influence?”

"Sure enough, the tree trunk that helped me block the sneak attack of the goblin Tristan at that time was made by you, Grim." Artoria thought of the tree that fell down by coincidence at that time. If it hadn't been for the tree trunk that smashed it If Tristan the Fairy deflects his attack, Artoria may follow in his footsteps.

"Well, I'm sorry. At that time, there was only so much I could do." There was nothing to hide, Grim admitted generously.

"Okay, let's stop saying goodbye." Grim stretched out his hand, and the twisted wooden staff was held in his hand as he thought. Relying on the staff, he actually dragged his body to stand up. The intact left eye was covered with bloodshot eyes: "Escape, escape now! Son of prophecy, leave this place to me!"

Although he said this, Grimm's frail posture that could be blown down by the wind at any time did not look like it could compete with the disaster of space above.

As if he saw Artoria's worry, Grim raised his chin and showed a wild dog-like smile. He touched his right eye and said, "Don't worry, I still have some connections with this guy above. Moreover, because this picture of mine may be closer to that "God of Wisdom", my spiritual base output value has reached an unprecedented intensity. "

"..."God of Wisdom"? Speaking of which...the black flames did not engulf the tree..."

"The pseudonym of Grimm's escape from the world, and the person who possesses this body is none other than the brother of Loki, the god king of Northern Europe and the father of Jormungandr, and the great god Odin!" Grimm winked at Fujimaru Ritsuka: "In addition, this tree is actually a projection of the World Tree."

"I will be summoned here, probably just for this reason... Unfortunately, Thor should actually be here."

"But that's probably where I'll end it."

The projected tree known as the World Tree had also burned to the end at this time. Above the sky, Jormungandr, the Calamity of the Sky, roared below again, and Grim waved behind him. Waved: "Let's go."

Mashu set his sights on Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Artoria. With everyone watching, Arturia unclenched her fists and loosened her pursed mouth. She was about to speak, but a voice spoke faster than her.

"No."

That's Gareth.

"Grim, if you are left alone, you will be eaten by the fairy Menechelle in three minutes. After eating the spirit base of the god Odin, it will grow into a complete body."

The petite girl knight was more decisive than ever at this time. Her words were so precise that they felt like they had to be convinced.

"After that, the goblin Lancelot was defeated. We can't escape. Under the attack of Bagster and the goblin Menechelle, everyone will die."

Because he had seen this scene dozens of times, Gareth spoke without any pause at this time.

"Gareth, have you seen the future again?"

"Yes, Lady Artoria." Gareth nodded: "I predicted it a hundred times."

"So, how many times have we survived?"

Gareth fell into silence. The flickering fire left half of her face in the light and half in the shadow. The dividing line in the middle was like a mirror that separated light and darkness.

"once."

Gareth raised her head, she looked at Artoria, and saw her current posture from those eyes.

Weak and clumsy, but not hopeless.

She said to Artoria, as if she were facing her reflection in Artoria's eyes, "Just once."

　Mira is the name of the dead fairy that Chaldea and Arturia met in the Lake District.
　　Thor, another son of Odin, killed Jormungandr in the history of pan-humanity.
　　(End of this chapter)