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

Chapter 490: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: The Moment of the Birth of a Star
It is said to be an altar, but in fact, it is just a simple stone chamber built on a stone platform.

"This is the place where the original six fairies forged swords. It is the place where our world was born. It is the perfect end point for the journey." Looking around the boring and monotonous stone chamber around her, Artoria kept her calm expression. Smiling, she introduced this place to her companions one by one, but she was the only one who had such a leisurely atmosphere. Looking at the three companions behind her who were in a dull atmosphere, Arturia comforted her with a smile:
"If you feel sad, you can wait for me outside. It probably only takes a while."

"No, no need." Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes: "Since we are partners, please let us witness this moment."

The smile on Artoria's face froze for a moment, and then she showed a brighter smile. She took half a step back, came to Mashu's side, and carefully took off the blue hair ornament from her hair. Then he reluctantly put it on Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.

"The flower language of wild hyacinth flowers is ending and farewell. It can be regarded as a commemoration of the end of this journey."

"Eh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned: "But this is not a gift from Menechel..."

"I can't take it away anyway." Artoria jumped away with her hands, "If we can meet again, then you can give it back to me."

She took a quick step back towards Fujimaru Ritsuka. With just one step, she had already retreated into the center of this small and closed stone room. The Staff of Choice received some kind of reaction, and with a faint blue light, it separated from Artoria's hand and floated upwards. Just as the Staff of Choice was suspended in mid-air, from the top of the stone chamber, engraved In the center of the ancient and obscure magic circle, a pure white light beam as thick as a person was shot downwards.

The beam of light called to Artoria, she turned around, and Artoria also stretched out her hand towards the beam of light.

"Artoria!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's call came from behind again, but there was only a name and nothing more. Artoria's hand paused for a moment, then moved forward again, and her whole hand was submerged in the white light.

"Magicians from foreign lands, travelers from correct history."

For the first time, Artoria addressed Fujimaru Ritsuka in an extremely solemn and formal tone.

"I have never seen your world, but I have heard about your world from my Menechelle. It must be a very beautiful and gentle world."

Arturia looked directly at the hand that had disappeared under the wash of white light, her tone gradually softened as she spoke, and finally became gentle.

She took another step forward, and this step allowed her to stand completely in the light. At this time, she turned her head halfway, and the white light washed over the side of her face, illuminating Arturia's figure. " So, what do you think of this Britain, our Britain, from that gentle world?"

She didn't get an answer. It wasn't that Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything. Arturia saw the opening and closing of Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips, but she could no longer hear any sound.

But Arturia still showed a satisfied smile to Fujimaru Ritsuka, which was considered the last insignificant lie she told.

Next…

Artoria turned her head and felt her body dissolving in the white light, but she was still far away from losing consciousness.

What should she be thinking about in the last few seconds of her life?

The mission of the Paradise Fairy? Childhood experiences? The story of King Arthur?

No, no, no, that would be too boring.

Picture after picture emerged in front of her eyes, with a smile on her lips. Those were the bits and pieces of her experience during this pilgrimage, passing before her eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Finally, Artoria concluded the tour in a positive tone:

"As expected, I hate them all, whether humans or fairies, Britain or missions."

"Fighting is terrible, hating each other is exhausting, and being forced to carry this mission is inexplicable."

"But I like everyone who comes with me."

"In this—"

"I especially like you."

When we first met,
We are still strangers——

At that time, I was giving up on myself, and all I could think about was forgetting all my memories. How could I be the child of the prophecy?

As for fulfilling a mission and completing a tour, I definitely have never thought about it——

That must have been the case for me at that time.

Never thought about it at all.

but……

But you pulled me out without any explanation.

He spoke without any explanation, without considering my opinion at all, and was as rude as the dragon in the story.

When I am sad or feel inferior, he will hit me on the forehead mercilessly. It is very painful and not gentle at all.

At that time, I must have hated you so much...well, I wasn't that disgusted actually, but I must have never thought about thinking about you all the time like I do now.

Because I know that you are actually quite gentle.

The first time I was given a gift was a hyacinth flower hair accessory. How could someone use such a flower as a gift for a girl?

But, but...

Still put it on obediently.

"This is how you look like a princess."

Even though she got zero points in the princess competition, she was praised as a princess.

Well.

...Ah, this won't work.

Seriously, just act like normal.

I've tried my best.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Not at all.

In fact, my favorite was the tenth day of the tour, which was the first time I walked around the streets of Gloucester with the person I liked.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

It's very sweet and I like it very much. This is my first time eating desserts served in Oxford canteen.

It's cool and sweet, isn't it?
When you asked me this question, I subconsciously said "hmm".

Thinking about it now, I have obviously read so many magazines and simulated it in my mind so many times, but in the end it still doesn't work, not anywhere.

I can’t think of any methods or countermeasures. I don't know at all,

How to date well——

——Did I perform well?
Do I look like a girl who enjoys dating?
[Can I become the good girl you expected? 】

...Ah, this is too difficult.

In comparison, it is relatively simple to still go on a pilgrimage.

At least I know what I'm going to do.

Normally I don't care about being confused at all.

But not this time. I have no idea.

I know everything——

but.

But, probably.

With you like this, I will definitely...

Whether it's eating ice cream with you, or going shopping and looking at clothes together, whether it's being coached and fought by you like a child, or being stared at until you feel embarrassed.

I must——

Regardless of each other, everyone likes them.

Thank you, Menechelle. Thank you for adding the only warm color to my useless and gloomy life.

I like it, I like it, no matter how I look at it, I like it. I like it better than Oxford’s desserts and hair accessories.

If the pilgrimage of the Son of Prophecy is the path to search for the stars of all beings, then on this path——

"I have found my star."

The past that proves your existence is in this story, in this tour of ours.

The light shone brightly at this moment, and Artoria's body, soul, consciousness, memory and even personality were all dissolved in this blooming white light.

Golden brilliance lit up in her torso and replaced all the white light in an instant.

"What is forged through this journey must be the extremely perfect Holy Sword of the Stars that is not afraid of any challenge..."

In the washed golden light, Artoria's figure disappeared, and the sky in the paradise completed the transition from day to night at this moment, as if all the sunlight was absorbed into the sword embryo.

Above the sky like a pure black curtain, there were no stars at first, and then the first star began to shine.

The fierce brilliance did not care about the consequences, and was as bright as a shooting star. It dispelled the darkness for a moment, but then dimmed suddenly the next moment.

But the dimming of the first star did not completely dim the sky. The second and third stars flickered, and more and more stars twinkled in the dark night.

They are either bright or dim, or they always illuminate the surroundings, or they have not been lit for a long time but continue to glow slowly, or they light up automatically, or they are lit up by the surroundings.

Everywhere is just a little light, which cannot light up the entire sky, but the starlight converges into an incomparable light.

At this moment, all the ideals converge into a single ambition.

hum!
The stars are dotted, like a dream. The brilliance converges and melts into the morning light,

In this marvelous scene, everyone was forced to raise their heads. At the moment when the Holy Sword was born, in this brief spectacle of day and night coexisting, and in the slowly converging stars, everyone seemed to have found their own place. own stars.

hum!
The sound of the sword sounded slowly, the night receded, and the day returned. In the white light pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth, it seemed that the sword dripping with golden holy light was quietly suspended in the air.

"This is..." Menechelle stretched out a hand: "The sword of salvation forged by the Fairy of Paradise."

The holy sword responded to his call and floated slowly towards him.

"Do it! Don't let him touch the holy sword!"

There was a sound of piercing the air beside him, and a huge shadow hit Menechelle head-on.

boom!
Menechelle's other hand was bent at the elbow in front of him, and the sleeve armor exploded, revealing the black cuticle underneath. He used one-handed luck to lift the shield little by little with strength that was not consistent with his age.

"It's Miss Jormungandr's scales!" Mashu was attracted by the scene in front of him, completely ignoring the danger coming from behind him.

The gleaming tail thorn didn't know when it came around behind Mashu and stabbed out towards the back of the girl's head.

"Mashu!" Fujimaru Ritsuka wanted to remind, but the tail thorn rushed in too fast.

Chi!
Less than an inch away from the back of Mashu's head, the tail spike suddenly hovered and began to dissipate in the wind from the tip.

With a muffled sound, Menechelle fell limply to the ground.

The holy sword lost its traction and fell downwards, but was picked up by a hand the next moment.

"Oh, luckily I have secretly made myself a hero. Otherwise, even if he is about to come to the end of his life, it would be difficult to defeat him in one go. It would be quite bad if he gets the Holy Sword." The man picked up the Holy Sword and showed a very kind smile to Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka. While using magic to create floating petals, he did not forget to cast two more illusions on Menechelle who fell on the ground. : "Long time no see, no, it should be said that this is the first time we meet. I am Merlin, the reliable eldest brother of Merlin, the Magician of Flowers."

"Sure enough." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched her shoulder, but Fufu had long disappeared, or had turned into the white-haired half-nightmare in front of her. She nodded: "Before entering the Lost Belt, what I heard in my dream The voice that arrived is you, Merlin!”

"Ah, at that time, I was still imprisoned in the court by Morgan, and I could only cheer you up in the dark." Merlin applauded: "You really did not disappoint me. You successfully defeated Morgan and completed the tour."

"Ah, speaking of it, it was thanks to my free hands at that time, otherwise it would have been terrible if you didn't want to believe me in the paradise and I went to help Menechelle instead."

"But why only remind us that 'Menechelle is the enemy'? Miss Artoria seems to know nothing about it."

"Well, just think of it as a gesture of kindness from my boredom. After all, I'm the counterpart who gave that child the memories of spring, and I want that child to keep a favorable impression of this name until the very end."

This was a lie. The reason he didn't do this was simply because Menechelle's attention was always focused on Artoria. It would be bad if the child behaved strangely and implicated him.

Merlin raised his head and looked at the two girls who were still suspicious. He cast two more illusions on Menechelle:
"Well, that should be safe."

As he spoke, he moved his hand, and among the flying petals, the surrounding paradise of birds and flowers had disappeared, replaced by burning streets and black smoke, just like an apocalyptic scene.

At some point, they had returned to the sky above the clock tower of Camelot, looking at the corpse of the Horned God wreaking havoc in the distance, Merlin's voice was low.

"Then let me explain to you the truth about this Lost Belt."

(End of this chapter)