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

Chapter 488: Pilgrimage to Salvation: Fairy in Paradise
After walking for an unknown amount of time in the dark cave with only a single light of fire, a bright light suddenly bloomed in front of my eyes.

At first, the light was only the size of a fingernail, but as they got closer, the light continued to amplify, and finally completely drove away the darkness. Only then did they realize that they had unknowingly walked out of the dark and closed cave.

The soft wind blows against my face, and even the air inhaled into the nasal cavity is so gentle and tranquil. You can hear the crisp chirping full of life everywhere, and all kinds of bright and colorful flowers bloom from the grassland in front of you. Flying towards a distance that is beyond the reach of sight, the most surprising thing is that the sky here is as light blue as the history of mankind. Whenever the wind blows the petals, the flying pink adds a touch of color to the blue sky. Very magnificent.

"This is the land of paradise. There is no evil in the inner sea of ​​stars." Menechelle was also slightly shocked by the scenery in front of him, but he quickly recovered from his surprise and turned around. Looking at Artoria: "I don't know what to do next, but as a paradise fairy, you should know, right?"

"Yeah." Arturia looked towards the top of the hill in the distance. There was the only place where there were no flowers in bloom, and there was only a flat stone platform in the middle of the grass.

Altria had seen that place in the projection of the Bone Bell during her pilgrimage. It was the place where she had drawn the Sword of Selection in the history of pan-humanity. At this moment, just by looking at that place, Altria could faintly feel the call coming from afar.

"I'm afraid I'm going there." Arturia pointed to the stone platform in the distance. Fujimaru Ritsuka looked in the direction of Artoria's finger, but the only place where no flowers bloomed and the stone platform pressed on the grass looked like an altar no matter how you looked at it.

Thinking of this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. And as if to make her affirm this idea, "Fufu" lying on her shoulder once again made a voice at this time: "The altar is indeed the destination. Although it is very close, there will be a gap in the middle. There are many levels, and all the records of the Paradise Fairy so far will be embodied as obstacles, which is the settlement of the Paradise Fairy from its birth to the present."

"A short journey from the beginning of the cold and cruel [winter] to the end of the joyful and warm [spring]."

"Wait a minute, will forging a sword have an impact on Artoria?" Fujimaru Ritsuka almost blurted out, while Artoria looked at it with a rather surprised expression, but Fujimaru Ritsuka understood that. The meaning of the expression is definitely not "Why did you have such an idea", or "Is sword-making such a terrible thing?", but "How did you know".

"Since you have all raised this issue, I will point it out directly." On the other side, Menechelle did not show any surprise at all.

This reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka of the other party's sudden change of subject when he was looking at the mural. Could it be that at that time he——

"You will die." Menechelle said with absolute certainty: "The Paradise Fairy will turn his soul into a sword. For the Paradise Fairy, this is a journey with no return."

"So, Arturia -" Menechelle stared at the latter's eyes, taking a dominant position in his momentum. He asked the question for the second time: "Are you really ready?"

And being stared at by those eyes that were as bright as the sunset but not gentle, the words that were already on Artoria's lips were somehow stuck in her throat, and she was unable to make any sound.

She was suddenly shaken, and she remembered the reason why she gritted her teeth and persisted in the tour.

"You don't want to save the goblins of Britain. They deserve their demise. Your dream and the reason why you persevered all the way was never to become a child of the prophecy, but to—" Menechelle raised her hand and pointed to the side. : "Go back to the world of pan-human history with them to see me over there, and that dream is just around the corner. But if you choose to complete the tour, you will never be able to see me over there again."

"Yes." Artoria lowered her head, and suddenly she showed an embarrassed smile: "Compared to the survival of the goblins, I want to see him."

"Since it's so painful, just run away."

"But it can't be done, because this tour is not just for me. In order to be able to stand here, countless companions have died along the way." Arturia raised her head, and her smile was clearly visible at this time. In front of everyone, I felt bitter, hesitant, hesitant, painful, and hesitant, but there was no happiness that should appear most: "Boggart, Grim, Gareth, the elf Menechelle, and the ones who are still fighting Noknare and her goblins did not die for my dream, but for the Children of the Prophecy and for Britain."

"So what's your choice?"

Artoria was silent as two contradictory choices were presented to her at the same time. If Fujimaru Ritsuka hadn't raised the issue, if Menechelle hadn't analyzed the issue so clearly, she would have been able to use her best trick of pretending to be stupid and deceive herself until the end.

"Since you can't choose, then let me help you choose." Menechelle held Artoria's shoulders, his eyes met hers, and then said word by word: "You have fought hard. Thanks to you, we can see the illusory hope, so give up the dream, go to hell, and play the hope of the child of prophecy until the end.”

Arturia looked into those eyes, and suddenly the curve of the corners of her mouth was lowered, but the negative emotions in her smile were subsequently reduced, and there was finally a more sincere smile in her eyes.

"Okay." She nodded vigorously, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed: "Thank you."

"what?"

"Thank you for making the choice for me." Arturia shook her head. As she lowered and raised her head, her smile became extremely bright: "However, although you are the same person, you are indeed not the Menechelle I know. Woolen cloth."

Artoria turned her head and looked at the two girls who had been silent since the beginning.
"Let's go, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, this is the last tour."

As she spoke, she took the lead and ran towards the hill. Her steps became faster and faster. It was not until she had run several meters that everyone reacted. Because, Altria's figure suddenly faded on the hill, as if she fell into a group of ripples, and the girl disappeared out of thin air.

On the endless hills without any shelter, Arturia was the only figure missing.

"Varied……"

"Gone?"

Menechelle was a little surprised, but before he could get closer, the sound of salsa came from the surroundings again. His eyes immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from. The dark monster shadow jumped out from the side, and the black curse dripping from its body caused all the flowers and plants stained on its body to wither.

Morse!
"Why is there Morse in Paradise!"

Menechelle was in a daze due to the sudden change. The Morse had already rushed toward him. Before he could draw his sword in time, he raised his arm to block it.

Clang!
After blocking Morse's attack with one hand, Menechel drew his sword with the other hand and stabbed Morse in the head. The sword turned and threw Mors out. At this time, more and more Mors appeared.

"This is……"

Menechelle frowned, and a stream of memories suddenly flashed through his mind.

"I drifted into a small village. Because I wasn't allowed to have my own things, I had to sleep in a stable and help the goblin who took me in to raise horses. Because I didn't have cotton shoes, three of my toes were frozen off on a winter night. .

From that clip, he made a judgment.

"...It's a memory from Arturia's childhood."

"Mr. Menechelle, are you okay?" Matthew then forced back the goblin who was approaching her. Her concerned eyes fell on Menechelle's arm that was bitten by Morse. But Menechelle's skin was not even worn under the cracked leather armor, and a black cold glow could be vaguely seen fading from under the skin.

"fine?"

Menechelle didn't notice Matthew's gaze. He looked around and looked at the sudden appearance of Morse.

"These mors probably come from Artoria's memories."

"I'm afraid, this is the final test of the tour. If we don't defeat all these guys, Artoria will always be immersed in memories."

"I understand." Matthew understood immediately. She set up a shield to withstand the tide of Morse, and then let Menechelle hold the sword.

And as one Morse fell one after another, more and more memory fragments flowed into his mind.

He was immersed in those unpleasant memories and forgot to restrain the strength in his hands.

With the cooperation of him and Matthew, the Mors were quickly eliminated. And only in the next moment, Artoria appeared again the next second after Morse's body exploded into dust.

She rubbed her head and looked confused: "It seems like I had a dream - what's wrong with you?"

Arturia seemed completely unaware of what had just happened.

Menachere lowered his head. For his own considerations, he concealed the truth: "Nothing, keep going."

　Thanks to book friend 20230402150925797 for the reward

　　(End of this chapter)