Type-Moon, a human love simulator.

Chapter 91: Talk about the Day After Tomorrow Saint, I will follow you until

"As a Celtic, I feel ashamed that I cannot protect my homeland."

"As a knight, I am ashamed that I once misunderstood that noble will."

"Although Kelar once taught us to cherish life, that saint who loved people the most has passed away. There is no one in this world who will teach me such truths."

Along with these words, Lancelot drew out his sword, the holy sword called "Indestructible Lake Light".

The sword was as bright as a mirror, clearly reflecting the knight's face full of melancholy and sorrow.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them.

What was revealed in his eyes was an exceptionally firm and resolute will.

"The ancient Celtic blood flowing in my body tells me that I should wash away this shame with my own blood."

"What's even more tragic is that I am like an unteachable stone, and I can never practice the teachings of that saint."

"In that case - let my life end here."

These were the last words of the Knight of the Lake. After saying these words, he fell to the ground.

Lancelot is that kind of Celtic who is stuck in the middle, unable to go up or down.

He could neither completely obey Kelar's principles, inherit his words and deeds, love his own life, and be merciful and stop killing.

However, they cannot completely get rid of Kelar's influence on them, and have already realized Kelar's love.

It would be fine if he was more stubborn and a pure Celtic barbarian.

It would be good if he was more flexible, able to abandon himself and follow Kelar completely.

But that’s how it is, that’s how it is!
Lancelot has the Celtic warrior's usual emphasis on honor and indifference to life and death, but he also has the regret and guilt after realizing Kelar's love. He doesn't know what to do to wash away this maddening feeling, and can only choose the most ancient way to follow in the footsteps of the saint.

"Lancelot..."

Gawain looked at Lancelot, his expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

But after a few moments, his expression finally returned to calm.

He turned around and looked at the many knights behind him, his tone more like dead silence than calm.

"After I die, you are not allowed to follow the example of Lancelot and I. Someone must pass down the epic of Kelar on our behalf. The poem of salvation must be passed on, and the real truth must never be buried!"

"Brother Gao Wen..."

“Don’t try to persuade me!” Gawain pulled out the Wheel of Victory Sword. He threw this powerful holy sword, which he treasured like a treasure, on the ground: “What Sun Knight? I can’t do anything at all…”

"Besides, Lancelot has gone to follow Kelar. If I don't go, won't that annoying guy be left to follow the saint alone?"

"You know, I can't stand Lancelot..."

"Live well, someone must inherit Kelar's epic..."

Therefore, the two most prestigious and powerful knights in the Knights of the Round Table chose to follow the saint in their minds.

Among the remaining people, none of them had the stubbornness of Lancelot and Gawain, nor did they have the strength and status like them.

To tell you an absurd and ridiculous fact, even if they were to be buried alive with Kelar, they felt that they were not worthy of it and were not as qualified as Lancelot and Gawain.

The others were silent for a moment, but Agguiwen continued in his inhuman voice: "Brother Gawain is right. We have witnessed this epic war with our own eyes."

"The rest of us can no longer follow Lord Kelar. Someone must be responsible for passing on this battle to save the world. We must let everyone remember that there was once a saint who gave everything to save the world."

"He sacrificed himself for all mankind. We are his disciples. We must record this epic and pass it on to the future."

The eyes of the remaining knights of the Round Table seemed to be burning with bright fires. They found the meaning of life. As Agguiwen said, they were the only witnesses of this battle. They were the disciples of Kelar.

Merlin just stood there expressionlessly, watching everything that happened here quietly.

Her body was slightly hunched, and her eyes and face were hidden under the wide white hood. There was no emotion in her pink eyes.

She was standing not far away, or rather, she was standing with the Knights of the Round Table.

But the distance between the two sides is so close, yet so clear.

After all, distance in spatial orientation does not mean distance in stance.

If the remaining knights of the Round Table had not been filled with fanatical ideas about spreading the saint's teachings, some of them would have drawn their swords against her without caring about their own lives.

Because of her prophecies, the Knights of the Round Table had misunderstood Kelar at one point.

Now, these misunderstandings of the saints have become a stain that the Knights of the Round Table cannot erase.

The reason why Lancelot and Gawain committed suicide was because they felt too guilty.

Their past misunderstanding of Kelar led them to do the foolish act of standing on opposite sides between the king and Kelar to stir up conflict.

——Even if they seem to be on Kelar's side and holding the banner of support for him, it is an unforgivable humiliation and blasphemy to this noble saint in their hearts!
They had complained about this in the past, but it was not until now that they finally realized how stupid a thing they had done.

Too many complicated emotions intertwined, and a heavy psychological burden weighed on their hearts. Even for two outstanding knights, in such a situation, they had no choice but to cut the Gordian knot.

It was such a shame that they actually doubted Kelar's nobility!
"Am I excluded?"

Glancing at the undisguised disgust and rejection in the eyes of the Knights of the Round Table, Merlin tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt and...purity.

Just like a newborn fawn, as if it had just come into contact with this world, Merlin's eyes no longer had the usual calmness like dead water. Her emotions, which were almost indifferent, finally underwent a qualitative change under the catalysis of her fiery heart.

"Well, after all, this is a normal thing."

Merlin is a particularly unpleasant person.

And this is actually what she deserved, isn't it?

Merlin looked at the Knights of the Round Table, watching this group of humans grief-stricken over Kelar's death and regaining hope for Kelar's inheritance. She watched all this, with no expression on her plain and fair face.

Or rather, she shouldn't have any expression, right?
Even though she appears to be an alluring girl, after a brief exchange, one can clearly realize that hidden beneath that body is a monster beyond human imagination, an inhuman being.

She is a demon, she is not human.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her chest. Under the warm body temperature, as expected, it was...

"Ha, it really is, hollow..."

Yes, something called Merlin should be so empty.

Empty, indifferent, cruel, pathetic, without any human emotion, watching the dramas of human history from the perspective of a spectator, occasionally participating in them but never investing the slightest emotion.

Because, these are just the "drama" of fate!
I think I look down upon fate, and I laugh at the people of the world who are performing a farce like puppets under the threads of the three goddesses of fate...

Merlin is such a pathetic creature.

The whole history of mankind is based on the fate that she believes cannot be defied, so she is nothing more than a poor creature who thinks she has the script.

Merlin has always been like this.

But now...

This kind of emptiness, as if all the contents in the chest cavity have been emptied out, made my cheeks twitch slightly with discomfort...

"Well!"

She exhaled with great effort, and her shaky body looked like a puppet that would run out of energy and fall to the ground in the next moment.

"What's wrong with me?"

The corners of her mouth gradually rose, and a hint of madness appeared in her charming pink pupils.

"This feeling, the feeling of hoping that something can be redeemed... are you kidding? This is what humans often talk about... regret?"

She smiled.

It was a mocking smile.

"Are you kidding me? Regret? Guilt? Merlin, the worst, lowest, most despicable person who deserves to be hacked to pieces, actually feels guilty?"

"Hehe...hehehehe..."

A few crystal tears flickered in his eyes.

She raised her head and the white hood on her head accidentally slipped off.

She raised her slightly trembling hands and pulled the hood back on, covering her delicate face once again.

"The body was destroyed, the soul perished due to the backlash of Geis, and the person himself was forged into a holy sword..."

"Even the last bit of my true self was shattered by this..."

For this great magician, with her clairvoyance that can see everything in the present, even if she is standing in the present world, she can see every corner of the world, even the inner seas of stars.

While the sword was being forged, she watched quietly and silently, accompanied by the extremely unfamiliar feeling of her heart twitching, as she watched the whole process of Kelar gradually turning into a holy sword, as always.

Kelar was too devoted and sacrificed everything he had. Even those on the throne could not capture any information about him. From an objective point of view, Kelar had completely disappeared.

"That is to say, even in the Hall of Heroes, his figure will never appear again! Even until the end of time, no trace of him will be seen in the world again..."

"but……"

Merlin, with only his fair chin exposed, gently raised his hand.

That bright, shining, tenacious, true self that seems to be indelible no matter what -

Will it really die out?

Merlin believed it very much, or perhaps she was the only one who believed it.

The answer will definitely be no.

"so boring……"

The pink lips that were faintly visible from the edge of the white hood moved slightly, and uttered rather bored words.

But in fact, this was just a seemingly reasonable excuse for her subsequent behavior.

In her raised hand, there appeared a lantern with a gently flickering flame and an exquisitely crafted bell.

and so……

"It's so boring. I don't know what else I can do next..."

The most exciting chapters of King Arthur's epic have long passed.

In other words, the king no longer had the heart to pursue glory for his country.

The last era of the gods in Britain will also come to an end.

Under such circumstances, the mission of Merlin, the most "important" wizard in the British Kingdom, officially ended.

But in this situation, she felt overwhelmed and didn't know what she should do.

and so……

"so……"

"I need to find out what to do next..."

Without even glancing at the Knights of the Round Table behind him, Merlin raised his hand, pulled at the hood on his head, and walked away into the distance.

The lantern with a flickering flame in her hand became the only source of light in this desolate and dilapidated land as the sky gradually darkened.

The bell tied on the wrist makes a crisp sound as you walk.

Kelar's bright, shining true self had long been completely shattered.

However, Merlin did not believe that such a tenacious thing would completely perish.

So, she wondered, if she spent enough time, could she gradually gather together the fragments of her possible true self?

Well, until this body dies, let me pass the time with this matter.

Saint, please let me follow you until...

Our reunion or end.

Merlin, who was supposed to go to the inner sea of ​​the star, was driven by this idea and walked further and further away.

Her figure disappeared from the sight of all the Knights of the Round Table, like a drop of water gradually seeping into the wilderness, never to be seen again.

"Kai, I will follow your footsteps. No matter how long it takes or how many years pass, I will find you."

Merlin closed his eyes gently, holding the lantern and walking at a leisurely pace, muttering to himself: "We will definitely meet again, right?"

"When that time comes, I hope that my empty chest and lungs can also be illuminated by your light..."

"Fill it up."
-
Merlin pulled up his hood, and from then on, the great wizard who predicted the destruction of Britain could no longer utter a single prophecy.

Because she had witnessed the most sublime and grandest drama, but it was nothing like what she had seen. The so-called fate was such a ridiculous thing.

In human history, the figure with a white hood slowly walked into the distance.

Merlin didn't believe that Kelar died just like that, and disappeared in human history just like that. She wanted to follow that mysterious feeling and look for traces of the saint.

She wanted to collect enough shining light in the hope of recreating the fragments of Kelar's brilliant true self.

There are no two flowers in the world that are exactly the same. Perhaps she can only find another flower that is similar to her...

But, there is no doubt that the empty thing called Merlin's only and eternal wish in this life is to see that noble saint again.

Let me see you again, just once more.

Even, in Merlin's young heart, a dreamlike hope suddenly rose up...

if--

If we collect all the brilliant fragments of our true self, can we recreate that noble saint?

I really, really want to see you again, Kelar.

I will find you, I will inherit your will, do my best to promote the civilization of all mankind, and recreate the world you hope for...

By then, maybe I will be qualified to stand in front of you?
Kelar...

Her figure wanders in this world, leaving behind endless legends.
-
The destroyed Roman Empire was soon occupied by the Germanic people and the Persians further east, but their kings got the two scriptures.

One of them is the Gospel of Kelar.

The second is "Thus Said the Sage".

The first one records Kelar's words, deeds and prayers, his teachings and ideals for the world; the second one records Kelar's deeds and his merits in saving the world.

At night, in different countries and civilizations, accompanied by the sound of crisp bells, there are figures holding lanterns walking under the moonlight. Her pink eyes look down at the world below. Merlin, who has EX-level clairvoyance, can observe the whole world at the same time from the 'tower'. Unless her magic power is exhausted, she is almost always in the state of clairvoyance, scanning the whole world at the same time.

Because she didn't want to miss it, she didn't want to miss a single moment, so when she was about to give up, she always said to herself: "Hold on a little longer, maybe in the next moment, I will be able to see the dazzling true self again."

What if a fragment of Kelar's true self appeared while she was resting?
Kelar's true self is indeed dazzling, and no one who sees it will ignore it, but compared with the entire human history, Kelar's true self fragments are like a drop in the ocean. If you don't pay attention to it all the time, you really need a lot of luck.

Merlin didn't want to rely on luck and chance to pursue Kelar's true self. She no longer believed in any tributary of fate.

She doesn't want luck, she wants certainty!

"Charlie...it's a pity that you are not him. After all, you are just somewhat similar, but you are still far from it."

"Da Vinci, he and Kai both have the same power, but they are two different people!"

"Napoleon? That's a far cry. Kai doesn't like war at all."

"Tesla? Kai might like this man very much, a man who has benefited all mankind, but unfortunately he is not..."

…………

"Yue Fei... is very similar to Kai in some ways, but far from it."

"Basiba, his wisdom is close to that of an enlightened being. If it were Kai, he would surely be able to awaken. It seems that he is not the one."

"Zhang Sanfeng, only part of him is similar to Kai..."

"Wang Yangming, a man who combines knowledge and action, is 70% similar to Kai, but why is he not him either?"

Kelar is the embodiment of the ideals of all saints, philosophers, and supermen. He is the ultimate answer to benevolence and sacrifice. Therefore, all those who can be called saints in human history can see part of Kelar's shadow.

But every saint is unique, so none of them is Kelar.

"Roland, let me tell you, I really saw a demon when I was a kid!"

"What does a demon look like?"

"A demon... is a very beautiful creature, but it won't stop even for a moment to atone for its sins!"

…………

“Leonardo da Vinci, which work in your life are you most satisfied with?”

"To be honest, I'm not very satisfied. I still have some regrets in my heart..."

"I really want to meet that lady of nightmare again. Maybe I can create a work that surpasses Mona Lisa."

…………

"What a weird woman! She actually told me that kind people have no enemies. I am Emperor Napoleon!"

"…You're right. I can win all the time, but if I fail just once, I'll lose everything."

"What a strange man! What exactly are you looking for?"

…………

"Tesla, you have a thousand inventions, why are you so poor?"

"I have enough, and I am not in need of money."

"Because, someone once said that I am a person who benefits mankind..."

…………

"Yue Fei, do you have anything else to say?"

"A strange person once told me a truth. It is wrong even if it is said a thousand times. It is just like what is false cannot become true. You are the one who will be infamous for thousands of years, but I am the one who will be remembered for thousands of years."

"The sky is clear, the sky is clear."

…………

"I respectfully inform His Majesty the Great Yuan Emperor that the world is in turmoil and unpredictable."

"But Bodhi sentient beings also have the will to survive. Kindness and stopping killing are the long-term solutions. Force will not last forever."

"Well... this is a truth taught by a saint from a foreign land, so the inhuman creatures who were enlightened by the saint spread it to the Western Regions."

…………

"Zhang Sanfeng, a remnant of the Yuan Dynasty, is unwilling to serve the Ming Dynasty."

"Tell the truth! I forgive you!"

"I haven't even said a word yet, but with the word 'forgiveness', I've already committed a crime. Mr. Qingtian's previous experience is a lesson. An emperor without benevolence can never share wealth and honor. Although I have little education, I still understand this principle. Otherwise, I would have been laughed at by that strange woman."

…………

“Just saying ‘know’ already has action; just saying ‘action’ already has knowledge.”

"It's easy to break a thief in the mountains, but it's hard to break a thief in the heart!"

"Merlin, I really want to meet the Kelar you mentioned."

"What a pity..."

…………

Merlin walked through human history and in the cultures of the East and the West, searching hard for traces of Kelar and leaving footprints in the myths and legends of the East and the West.

However, no matter how many heroes who shone in the history of mankind he met, no matter how many dazzling heroes and heroes he met, Merlin had never seen the flower in his heart again.

It seems that there are really no two flowers in the world that are exactly the same.

"But, Kai, I believe you are always there, I will find you..."

"As long as we get to that place..."
-
[The simulation ends, and the player's consciousness returns.]

Kelar's true self had already shattered into countless fragments when the sword was forged. As the sword was completed, these fragments of the true self were scattered throughout human history.

In fact, Merlin's previous thoughts were closer to unconscious self-deception - even the most resilient things will eventually die, unless they have surpassed time and the world itself.

No matter how strong the will is, if it is separated from the body, it will become a rootless duckweed.

What's more, they are just fragments of my true self.

Merlin has been wandering in this world for thousands of years, but everything he did was in vain.

But in this world, there are miracles called "accidents" after all.

A thousand years have passed since the death of Roman Emperor Nero, who became the Beast of Apocalypse, and the young human evil Kelar.

1990 years.

It is a gap in time, a crack in the world, where many parallel worlds separate and flow into the distance one after another.

Two dull and heavy consciousnesses linger here.

Those are two people who pose a major threat to human history.

One of them is the lofty Demon King. He is already a complete beast, commanding Solomon's seventy-two demons. He occupies the Temple of Time, attempting to burn human principles and transform them into endless magic power. He goes back six billion years to become the original celestial body, replacing Gaia and Alaya with himself, becoming a new restraining force and a new human history.

The second is an alien from another planet, who attempts to spread the utopian "tree" into human history and destroy all the old, solidified human history, also for the purpose of creating a new human history.

However, this alien from another planet was stopped by the noble Demon King. He was powerless to fight against the first and strongest beast, and could only greedily watch the history of mankind in the alien starry sky.

The beast's name was Goetia.

It is the first beast, the beast of mercy.

The concept of "beast" only appeared after his birth, the Demon King Goetia.

The Alien God looked at the Beast of Mercy from afar with an almost mechanical and indifferent attitude, "...Demon King, you can't stop me at all."

"Fate has already made its choice. Your defeat is irreversible."

"That planet will be our new home."

"You've noticed, right? With your birth, everything that follows is also predetermined."

"Beta follows Alpha, Gamma follows, and after that, Omega is not far away." Demon King, your pursuit will ultimately lead to nothing more than a lifeless ruin.

Goetia closed his eyes slightly, did not answer, and his posture was particularly quiet.

This tyrannical beast, a monster born from the remains of King Solomon, now actually showed a posture that was somewhat closer to the God-given king of the past.

His eyes moved slightly, glancing between the Roman and British regions on the globe.

The birth of human evil itself involves mutual interference and chain reactions.

In particular, this compassionate beast caused a disaster called the burning of humanity, which led to the subsequent appearance of beasts in the world.

It is for this reason that the beast of the Apocalypse, which should have been defeated in the past, has caused the Roman emperor to show signs of reappearing.

Because Goetia is the first beast, its true birth only occurs when the burning of human nature truly begins, and the births of all other human evils come after that.

Therefore, even if it has already met its own destruction long ago, it must be reborn after the coming of Goetia.

Of course, this alone will not cause the disaster that has been overcome to actually come.

——With great rage, Artoria destroyed Nero, who had included the concept of Rome, and Rome itself was no exception.

It was precisely because of such actions that the time of Rome's demise in human history was brought forward, so that the subsequent Byzantine Empire was not even born.

Therefore, an "error" occurred, and this was the most crucial reason why Nero could reappear in the era after the burning of human order.

This is inevitable due to the fate.

Otherwise, even if human evil is born, it will be a brand new beast of apocalypse, not the Roman concept of the past that encompassed everything, and even the Roman Emperor Nero who swallowed the Hun king who had the power of a wandering planet!

"Humanity is so plagued by disasters."

"Not only will the disasters of the future come, but even the trials of the past that have been overcome will come one after another."

Thus sighed the compassionate beast, with compassion in his heart.

"How fragile, how pathetic."

This first beast naturally sensed that there were beasts, and perhaps not just a single beast, about to appear in the world.

However, he never considered that these disasters occurred precisely because of himself.

Human evil is human love, but its dangerous nature does not change at all.

This kind of blind and unlimited love often leads to greater disasters in the end.

Just like at this moment, Goetia, who has set off the incineration of humanity, does not think that his atrocities that have destroyed all human history are worthy of doubt at all.

He is infallibly right.

As long as He burns all human principles to ashes, He will be able to carry out His great plan naturally. By then, He will be able to confuse cause and effect, and who will know what He has done?
He will be the only restraining force, the new Earth body.

Of course, what is more important than the beast of the apocalypse is actually...

The beast of the Apocalypse, the Roman emperor, her rebirth also triggered a chain reaction.

Kelar.

The close connection between the two, as she said, will entangle Kelar to the end of human history.

Kelar's death was caused by Nero.

At the same time, Kelar himself is also a condition for crossing the Beast of Apocalypse.

Furthermore, Kelar himself has the essence of a beast.

Now that Nero has been resurrected, the cause and effect are connected...

Kelar, the savior who overcame the disaster of Nero, also brought with him a few fragments of his true self from the distant past along the river of time.

——If you say that Kelar has truly and completely resurrected, that is naturally impossible.

After all, Kelar is not yet a complete beast.

And even if there is a chain reaction, as a condition for crossing Nero...

The holy sword already exists, which weakens the chain of cause and effect.

This chain of cause and effect should be enough to summon the heroes in Valhalla, but it has no effect on Kelar.

After all, even on the Throne of Heroes, he was no longer there.

And now...

The few fragments of Kelar's true self tried hard to shine and show their presence.

Compared with the two noble beings, these tiny fragments of emotion are so small and fragile.

But, he is here, and no one can ignore him.

In the past, the fragments of Kelar's true self were basically completely shattered and dissipated.

But at this moment, because of the awareness of the great crisis in human history, the fragments that should have dissipated were forcing themselves to continue to hold on.

At the same time when Kelar saw these two noble beings, they all looked at Kelar at the same time.

Then, the first beast, the human demon god king Goetia who holds the beast of mercy, cast his eyes on Kelar: "Kelar, the saint of the past, the pitiful saint."

"You are gone now, and my noble self is shattered."

"I have no intention of becoming your enemy, because such a thing is meaningless."

"In that case, leave now. Leave this era and this world that no longer belongs to you."

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the alien god suddenly threw over a 'seed' emitting infinite starlight.

That is the core of the "Lostbelt", a mysterious existence that can become a fantasy tree that supports the world and usurps the correct history.

However, the seed was shattered by the Demon King in mid-air.

This beast was the first and the strongest, and his strength was far greater than Nero's. Under his vigilance, even the alien god would find it difficult to find a suitable opportunity.

Only by waiting for the brave to defeat the beast that threatens human history can the alien god successfully sow his own seeds.

The Alien God was not angry about this, nor was he ashamed of his almost sneak attack. Instead, he showed an exceptionally calm attitude: "...Demon King, you should know that there are things in this world that are destined to happen."

"Savior of the world, I have no intention of being your enemy - because we are not enemies."

(End of this chapter)