My name is Levi, and I work in anime.

"The messenger said that Her Majesty the Queen will bestow further rewards, and that I should prepare accordingly."

"I see." Judging from Artoria's expression, she didn't seem to care much about these things either.

Although she is still young, after experiencing the calamity of Norwich, she has already shown what a savior should look like.

So much so that when a boy sees a girl, he always feels a strange sense of joy, like watching an ordinary person grow up quietly and eventually emerge from their cocoon as a butterfly.

Perhaps this is why Confucius and his ilk enjoyed teaching students.

So for the next three days, Levi and Castor spent procuring all sorts of essential supplies for the wilderness, preparing for their upcoming adventure.

Although Artoria didn't say whether she would choose to continue being the savior, her expression clearly gave her the answer.

That's pretty much it. During the day, he would go shopping and chat with Caster; at night, he would chat with Vivian in the library; and at other times, he would chat with Bagst in his bedroom where no one could find him. Levi's day was very fulfilling.

There was no way around it; once Bagst shed her tough exterior, she was actually a very gentle and soft-hearted person. If the boy asked her for anything, she would agree to almost anything.

He is extremely afraid of loneliness, greatly admires strong individuals, and possesses an exceptionally strong learning ability. The tacit understanding between the two is rapidly increasing, to the point that if the boy makes even the slightest change in movement, the fairy knight will instantly understand and retaliate.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have already forgotten all about home.

Amidst this atmosphere thick with the sweet, cloying scent of teenage romance, the day arrived for their audience with Her Majesty the Queen.

……

Deep within Queen Norwich’s palace lies the inner palace, heavily guarded by layers of soldiers.

Led by the fairy knight Gawain, Levi and Artoria are heading towards their destination.

The road was lined with the Queen's guards, clad in dark green heavy armor, standing as still as statues, their gazes fixed on the three of them in a gesture of profound respect.

Without a doubt, being a titled fairy knight is the pinnacle of honor for all warriors, and today, the fourth knight to possess a title, a fief, and a royal decree will be born—the fairy knight Guinevere Levy.

The fairy knights moved through the vast army, escorted by fully armed guards, and entered the innermost part of the palace, which was also his first time here.

Her Majesty the Queen and another fairy knight, Tristan, shrouded in exquisite curtains, had been waiting here for some time.

"Your Majesty, Lord Guinevere and the young lady of Tintagel have been brought here." Bagst bowed to His Majesty, who sat on the throne behind the curtain, and delivered the mission.

"Get up, Gao Wenqing."

His Majesty Morgan's voice remained refined and elegant, as if he were untouched by worldly concerns.

After gesturing for Bagst to return to her side, the Queen focused her attention on the boy, gazing at him for a long time.

After a while, she broke the silence by saying:

"Lord Guinevere, you should already know about your title and rewards."

“Yes, Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity.” Li Wei bowed.

Guinevere it is. The fairies of this world don't know what the name means. Once he goes home, no one will know what happened here. Will anyone laugh at him?

Seeing that the boy was willing to accept, Morgan's lips curled up slightly.

However, the focus today is not on Li Wei, but on the chosen one beside him.

"Artoria, I have prepared two paths for you; the choice is yours."

As she spoke, she gently waved her scepter.

The next moment, magic surged around her, like a surging sea unleashing its tides. This unintentional action revealed the Queen of the Fairy Kingdom's profound strength.

As the air vibrated, two items appeared in front of Artoria.

The first item was an exquisitely beautiful and adorable mage robe. The ocean-blue fabric shimmered with a biological sheen, and the dark patterns embroidered with silver runes emitted a faint blue glow as the wearer moved. The shoulders and arms, however, were left exposed. The lower half consisted of a white skirt paired with black stockings, and a pair of shoes made of strange biological leather. The whole outfit looked playful and cute, but the unintentional magical fluctuations it emitted proved it was more than just a pretty face.

The backpack slung across his robe was bulging, and it seemed to contain something else.

The second item is more intriguing than the first.

This is an unassuming golden bell, yet it exudes an ancient charm simply by being placed there, as if it has been waiting for its destined person to ring it since its creation.

The shadows of Xianyuntan are lingering, and things change for a few times in autumn.

If no one arrives, it will remain there until it has fulfilled its mission.

Without a doubt, this is the pilgrimage bell of Norwich City!

"If you choose the robe, then I will appoint you as the fifth fairy knight, with the title Arthur."

Her Majesty the Queen gazed intently at Artoria, as if looking across time and space at a girl from a long, long time ago who was also full of hope.

"Your fief will be located in Tintagel, and all the forests and villages on the peninsula west of Salisbury will be granted to you."

Such a reward is undeniably generous. Although this region is very remote, it covers a large area and is rich in resources. It is also Artoria's hometown, so in a sense, it is a triumphant return home.

Wealth and honor without returning home are like wearing brocade at night. Even Su Qin, after holding the seals of office in six states, still had to return home in glory.

Those who once bullied Caster will be crushed like ants, which will generate considerable emotional value.

From every angle, it is very tempting.

"Your Majesty, what if I choose to ring the pilgrimage bell?" The girl paused for a moment, then asked another question.

"Then you will become the most wanted criminal in the Fairy Kingdom. I will issue the strictest arrest warrant for you, dead or alive."

Morgan's eyes returned to their icy gaze. The Rain Witch of yesteryear had perished on the very night the Rain Clan was destroyed. The Savior Ash had also vanished completely during the blood-red crowning ceremony.

Born from their corpses was Morgan, the queen of the fairy kingdom, who wielded a whip and lashed out at them.

"Make your choice, chosen one."

All eyes were focused on the girl from Tintagel—Artoria Caster.

Chapter 24 For Whom Does the Pilgrimage Bell Toll?

Seemingly never having been the center of attention before, Artoria shrank back shyly and subconsciously turned to look at Levi.

Like a fledgling bird about to take flight, looking back at the wings that shelter it.

The boy gave her an encouraging look, indicating that she should just make the choice she truly felt.

"Time is truly a wondrous thing."

Artoria sighed, then mustered her courage and looked at Morgan behind the veil: "If it were a week ago, I would have chosen to give up the identity of the savior without hesitation."

Fairies are selfish, heartless, lazy, cruel, and greedy. They have no value worth saving. All the calamities and sufferings are their own retribution. Letting them live and die on their own is the best choice.

Being a savior...it's so difficult. The people you're saving are so unworthy, and the fairies won't even be grateful. Why keep doing it?

Her words carried a hint of melancholy as everything that had happened since she arrived in Tintagel flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

Give up, it's too difficult, impossible, and not worth it.

The reason I came to Norwich was entirely due to Hector's encouragement and my "what the heck" attitude. Rather than coming to ring the bell of pilgrimage, it was more like aimless wandering, finding some excuse to deceive myself into having a achievable goal to strive for, so as not to truly become an empty shell devoid of ideals.

"But Avi and Bagst gave me courage and encouragement I'd never felt before. Saving the world is ultimately my mission; does it really matter whether the people I'm saving care?"

Castor's eyes regained their resolve: "I didn't come here as a savior to save the fairies; I'm just fulfilling my own interests and duties. They're merely byproducts!"

"So, what's your choice?" Morgan asked again, eagerly awaiting her answer.

"I choose to ring the pilgrimage bell, fulfill my duty to the Sea of ​​Stars, and not give up like the previous fairy."

At this moment, Artoria is solemn, dignified, sacred, and strong.

In a daze, her counterpart from another world, perfectly correct and dazzling, built upon the twelve Knights of the Round Table to become a king of the future, seemed to transcend time and space, merging with her.

As expected of someone bearing the title of King Arthur, even after transforming from Saber to Caster, she remains the same queen.

However, this composure only lasted a few seconds before vanishing. The girl from Tintagel shrank back and tentatively asked:

"Your Majesty, if I choose to ring the bell, you wouldn't immediately smash a cup as a signal and have five hundred royal guards emerge from around me and chop me into a pulp, would you?"

"...No, today is a ceremony of bestowal. If I were to kill someone on such an occasion, how would I be any different from those scoundrels who poisoned King Uther?"

Her Majesty said, “But once you ring it, you will be banished from Norwich, followed by an endless manhunt. Be grateful; this is my reward for your previous annihilation of the calamity.”

Morgan seemed somewhat disappointed, yet also filled with a strange sense of pride and anticipation, as if he saw another possibility in her.

But time cannot be reversed, and this world does not have Makise Kurisu; she can no longer change the world line.

Having made her choice, the girl from Tintagel looked away from the magnificent robes and walked straight to the pilgrimage bell.

She closed her eyes, raised her staff, and glittering starlight began to gather around her.

"The poem of paradise. The song of the inland sea. Born of selection, constraint, and vow."

A sacred chant was sung from Artoria's lips, and like a dazzling starlight, it converged on the Staff of Choice that was raised high, deeply engraving itself in the eyes of everyone present.

A divine light, like a heavenly pardon, illuminated the dark and secluded palace!

The primordial bone bell guides lost children back home. — Forgive their sins!

When the last character ended in the girl's chant, the pilgrimage bell, which seemed to have stood the test of time, turned on its own without any wind.

He had waited a long time, and finally he could complete his mission.

"Clang—clang—clang!"

The bell tolled far and wide, as if riding the wind, spreading from the inner palace to the entire city of Norwich, and then radiating in all directions, echoing throughout the entire Fairy Kingdom, officially announcing the arrival of the savior!

……

"What's going on? Where did that bell come from?" Inside the general store, the octopus-like clerk curiously peered out, only to be pulled back by his boss.

"It's not time to leave work yet, keep working!"

Obviously, for a money-grubbing demon, it doesn't matter how much he knocks.

……

"That voice, could it be!"

In the city of Londinium, a tall young man leading the training of the Round Table Army leaped onto the city wall, holding a holy lance, gazing into the distance with an excited expression.

……

"Ah, looks like there's going to be a good show."

Aurora, the chieftain of the Wind Clan, who was attending a ball in Gloucester City, still possessed the same stunning beauty that captivated the surrounding dancers.

The petite knight standing not far away had a solemn expression, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

……

Where has the Child of Prophecy gone?

Inside the blacksmith's shop, the only surviving member of the Mirror Clan, a girl with prophetic abilities, is on the verge of tears.

According to the prophecy, the savior should be in Tintagel, but they couldn't find him at all.

"Don't worry, she might be back soon," the stocky blacksmith reassured them, pouring them a cup of hot tea. Just then, the bell rang, and both men's expressions changed simultaneously.

"She finally made her choice. I hope she'll be safe." Hector, the former savior and now a blacksmith, silently offered his blessings.

……

Countless demons, upon hearing the bell, reacted with a range of emotions: excitement, surprise, fear, or bewilderment, revealing the true nature of all beings.

Inside Norwich City, Morgan stared intently at Artoria, his gaze like two knives piercing the girl until she shrank back to her former size, before finally running behind Levi to hide.

"My Lord Guinevere, what is your choice?" Her Majesty the Queen asked.

"I choose to go with the savior." The boy's answer was unwavering and resolute.

"This has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't get involved in this mess." For some reason, the usually taciturn Queen was now speaking earnestly, and one could even detect a hint of pleading and reluctance in her voice.

"It has nothing to do with me?" The boy turned to look at Artoria behind him: "Do you have any money left?"

"Well, I've almost spent all my travel expenses, and it's all in my old clothes, so I only have this little bit left..."

The girl fumbled around for a long time, only managing to pull out a single copper coin.

The boy didn't mind the small amount; after accepting the copper coin, he turned to the Queen and swore an oath to the heavens.

"I, Li Wei, swear in the name of Master's disciple that today I have accepted Artoria Caster's employment to help her complete all her journey and mission, and I will never betray her. Heaven and earth bear witness, and if I break this oath, may I be condemned by gods and men!"

After doing all this, the boy looked at the girl again: "Alright, now this concerns me."

The chosen one looked at him silently, sobbing uncontrollably.

Chapter 25 I think this fairy kingdom is doomed!