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

Chapter 476: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: Under the Sound of the Mirror Bell
On the Bell Tower in Gloucester, as if it had been expected to develop like this, in this catastrophe that swept the whole city and almost destroyed Gloucester, only the Bell Tower remained unscathed. The ground was preserved, and Gareth's remains were suspended and deformed in the golden light when they climbed to the top of the tower.

The clock with its transparent water color stands out in the light.

Arturia put her hand on the big water-colored bell. The bell trembled slightly. This time, what came to her ears was a certain ethereal voice repeatedly singing a prophetic song.

"Sacrifice knights to victory, sacrifice hypocrisy to prophecy."

"The hollow responds with a bone bell, and the knight responds with hope."

I don’t know how many times she repeated it, but the sound of the prophetic song was gradually replaced by the sound of the bell. The vibration of the bell caused a momentary reflection in front of her eyes. Somehow, Artoria stretched out her hand forward, but her palm was pressed against an extremely thin transparent mirror. A stream of light flashed across the water mirror, and the originally clear mirror seemed to not exist. A face was reflected behind the white light.

Wearing a blue beret and having smooth golden hair, it was a face exactly like hers, but Arturia knew that it was not her. Because there was no one around her, but the girl opposite the mirror was surrounded by a group of friends like flowers.

"Savior Ash...Morgan."

Arturia murmured, but the sound could not be conveyed in the dark and chaotic space.

Is that what happened?

Those so-called memories, those so-called back-up moves, is this really what happened?
Looking at the other side of the very close mirror, Artoria finally had a look of understanding. It is not a real spell that is engraved on the Pilgrimage Bell, but a body of thoughts from the past that is engraved in the [Water Mirror]. I am afraid that these thoughts are left behind for...

"Hey, Ai. We all left behind our own thoughts."

It was a canine boy with blue hair tied into a thin braid on the back of his head. His red eyes came closer to look at the mirror.

"Why did you only take one photo this time - didn't that guy take a photo yet?"

"Okay, Grim, I know I can't hide it from you, but don't tell everyone."

The girl in the picture showed a narrow smile that was inconsistent with her tranquil temperament. She stretched out her hand to touch Shota's head, and held out her index finger in front of her lips with her other hand.

"But, does he know about this? Didn't he say that he wanted to leave everyone's image to Jormungandr?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter."

"He is my private romance. I don't want it to be made public."

……

The deep and heavy bells rang out in every corner of Gloucester, but there were no goblins in the city full of ruins and debris to appreciate this moment of peaceful bell ringing.

In the center of the ruins, the fine dust floating in the air retreated from here, as if they were deliberately avoiding something in the middle of the ruins. It was a head with no body and only remains, but the head alone contained dozens of rice.

After careful observation, she discovered that it was not the dust that avoided her, but that all the dust that was close to her was sucked in - Jormungandr, even though only a solitary head was left, she was still alive.

The sound of bells lingering in her ears awakened her thoughts a little. She wanted to open her mouth and roar to remind Artoria on the bell tower that there was no way to do it without smashing her body into pieces. Completely destroy her.

The Scourge of the Sky, Jormungandr, will also give birth to the next generation from her remains.

However, she was too weak, and she could only barely open her eyes a crack.

Come on, everyone is good, please, you must notice me - kill me.

But except for the gray mist, no one or goblin was approaching this way.

At a certain moment, just when she was almost disappointed, the light projected suddenly dimmed.

"Sure enough, I knew you wouldn't die so easily."

The man's back was in the light, and he couldn't see his facial features or even the outline of his body.

But such a voice did come to her ears, and she judged the person standing in front of her in the wavelength of magic power.

There is doubt, that is the dead guy who should not be here anyway.

"It's been a long time no see, but it's really thanks to you that I can stand here talking to you."

Although they were having a conversation, the man didn't need her answer. As the man spoke, he suddenly sat down next to her head. He raised his head, and his voice echoed in the ears of the elf Menechelle.

"'Just imagining the grief-stricken appearance of a certain elf who lost his companion because of me, I feel that my existence is wrong.' That must be what you are thinking now, right?"

"Really, it's because of this that I have to come over. Even if it exposes me, I have to come over. Otherwise, I won't be able to feel at ease no matter what."

"It's because of your uneasy personality that Ai and everyone else are so worried about you."

"I'm worried that you can't stand being alone, and I'm worried about your child-like personality."

"That's why, Ai, she kept the thoughts of her, me, and Grim in the water mirror. I hope that even in the future when we are no longer here, you will still not be alone."

The man stretched out his rough and dry palms, and stroked her head with his uncomfortable palms.

The elf Menechelle closed her eyes, and somehow she suddenly felt at peace.

"Jormungandr, your road ahead must be as long as we can't imagine."

Yes, that's how it feels.

Just this is enough.

Ai used his so-called feelings to create an invisible cage for her, and she walked into the cage willingly and put the collar on herself with her own hands.

For this reason, it doesn't matter even if you pretend to be ignorant or listless. As long as she could continue to feel the warmth of being touched, as long as she could hear even a false compliment such as "You are very good", she would be very satisfied.

All she wanted was so much.

Just by doing this, the fairy Menechelle was saved.

"Then it's all said and done, I'm going to take action. If I do it myself, my guilt will actually be reduced."

Along with the sword's roar, the reflective steel blade refracted the sunlight into her half-open eyes.

Facing the slashing sword, the elf Menechelle suddenly opened her mouth and wanted to tell, but she couldn't make a sound. Only a little dust was blown away.

As long as she is the person in front of her, it is absolutely understandable that she and him should be one.

There are things she can't let go of.

A certain blond girl looking at her lovingly appeared in front of her eyes unconsciously.

She could no longer remember her name, but her instinct told her that she was important.

"Huh?" The sword stopped: "Do you want to entrust your power to me?"

"That child? The new child of prophecy... Do you want me to protect her and fulfill the agreement on your behalf?"

The fairy Menechelle looked at her with hope, but she had gradually lost that strength.

"It seems that you are not alone during these days when neither I nor Ash is here."

"I promise you, then, I will also accept your spirit base and spirit core. Take a nap with this memory."

After hearing the answer, she lowered her head with satisfaction and didn't understand why she suddenly felt at ease.
His consciousness calmed down, and the scenery in front of him gradually blurred.

A cold light flashed.

She seemed to have fallen into another level of dream, unable to see anything clearly, but she could only clearly see the flawless sky where she was carrying her companion.

She couldn't see her face clearly and somehow became her companion's companion. But she was extremely convinced that it was her companion.

　Unknowingly, fifteen chapters have been written about this disaster and decisive battle.

　　(End of this chapter)