I, Guinevere, am going to crush you, you curry stick, today!

P.S.: Ellie's gone too... Writing is still the most enjoyable thing. As long as you put in the time and effort, the plot will keep moving forward, and the word count will keep increasing. Ahh, writing is such a fulfilling and enjoyable thing! (crying)

And so, after this chapter, this part of the story officially comes to an end, and the book has inexplicably reached 500,000 words... Next, although the wedding that everyone is looking forward to is not so soon... I personally think that the following plot should be much more interesting than the 500,000 words so far.

As the saying goes, the more you eat the sugarcane, the sweeter it gets—the real show begins now! So, for those of you who have persevered this far, it's fine to let the story unfold gradually, but please don't abandon it! Otherwise, it would be such a waste! Okay, that's all for now, goodnight—

Chapter 151 Hand Chop and Sleep Talk

The battle is over.

As the Beast of Waves was destroyed by the Holy Lance, the enormous shadow that had loomed over many people for more than thirty years finally dissipated. What followed was not only sunlight, but also darkness that coexisted with it.

Overt and covert intelligence was being rapidly transmitted: the abrupt clearing of the sky, the pillar of light piercing the heavens and earth, the destruction of the town of Plymouth, a transit point, and the divine presence that only a few could sense... The enormous impact of what happened that night on the southern border and even the whole of Britain was gradually becoming apparent.

But in any case, watching the sun rise slowly from the east, it feels as if the incredibly long night has finally passed. In this moment, perhaps we can finally relax the tension that has been building up in our hearts for so long and enjoy a brief moment of peace and joy.

After all, it's getting light now.

As dawn broke, around five or six in the morning, Guinevere and Nemia finally met the three who had returned from the sea. Although they all looked quite disheveled, and because of the overuse of magic, Gawain, who was usually as dashing as a prince in a fairy tale, now looked like he was on his last legs.

At other times, Guinevere would probably crack a few jokes, but she was naturally not in the mood for that now.

Lily herself does not have the problem of excessive magic depletion.

However, she was slightly strained in all aspects during the battle, and the final attack, which she couldn't quite figure out how it was released, must have been a heavy burden on her. It's said that she was already unconscious when she was pulled out of the sea, and Kai carried her back all the way.

"Well, you've had a tough time too..."

Recalling the moment not long ago when she saw Kay carrying Lily on his back and supporting Gawain, shuffling over with the two "burdens" soaking wet, Guinevere thought for a long time before finally sighing with genuine emotion.

"It's because only those two stole the show just now. Someone as insignificant as me is just right for doing these menial tasks."

Kai laughed and replied, half-jokingly and half-self-deprecatingly.

After receiving Lily and using wind magic to lighten the weight of Gawain's armor, the group traveled for a short while before encountering the messenger sent by Fisher to greet them.

Then came a round of praise, boasting, and humility. Many people had witnessed firsthand how the giant monster had stirred up storms in the previous battle and how it had defended and counterattacked with methods far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. At this moment, their admiration and gratitude for Guinevere, Gawain, and the others were very pure, at least for now, without being mixed with worldly status, calculations of interests, or other such things.

Monsters wreak havoc, heroes step forward to fight for the protection of innocent civilians. The process is arduous, but they ultimately triumph. This type of story is always a source of fascination. The battle that has just ended perfectly embodies all of these elements. It is likely that soon, with various embellishments and adaptations, the story will circulate among the common people in various places.

Thinking about this, Guinevere couldn't help but feel excited. As for the others, Lily and Gawain didn't know, but she figured Kay would probably be just as excited and thrilled to be one of the protagonists of a heroic legend.

Unfortunately, unlike Gawain and his two companions, although she also made quite a splash, there were virtually no eyewitnesses to what happened in the Illusionary Sea, to obtaining the Sword of Light, or to her final battle with Macha, let alone word of mouth or widespread fame. For example, Jin Yiyexing, while not the type to desperately crave attention, still felt a subtle resentment at the difference in their status.

This was really just idle gossip. The group arrived at the hastily constructed command camp, exchanged a few words with Fisher, and then went to rest.

Knowing that they had just gone through a fierce battle and were exhausted, no one was so oblivious as to come up to them. But at one point, Guinevere seemed to sense a malicious gaze, which vanished without a trace when she turned around to look for it.

This little incident puzzled the young woman quite a bit. Although she wasn't exactly a peace-loving person, it wouldn't have been a problem if she were in Scotland, but in this unfamiliar place, how could she have encountered someone who seemed to be an enemy...

My thoughts and speculations about this matter just lingered in my mind for a few moments, without me delving deeper into them.

She was too tired...

……

Battles fought within the Arena of Fate, unless the soul is destroyed, causing the physical body in the real world to die as well, generally only affect the spirit of the two parties.

But precisely because of this, Guinevere, who underwent two trials in a short period of time, experienced a mental burden and exhaustion far greater than she had imagined, even though her body seemed fine. She didn't feel anything on the way back with Lily, but once she relaxed, she almost immediately lost consciousness and couldn't even remember when she fell asleep.

It is said that dreaming indicates poor sleep quality, especially fragmented dreams. It's like a dream world that blends together various past experiences: the Scottish king wielding two swords, looking at her brother with eyes full of jealousy and envy; knights coming and going outside the castle; a fat witch wearing many expensive jewels...

People and objects approached from afar and then flashed past. The night was deep, and the stars shone brightly. It was a sky unlike any I had ever seen in the city or even the countryside—a sky from over a thousand years ago… Outside the cave, a campfire burned, and thick smoke billowed from the stairwell. A girl dressed as a man sat beside him, her chin resting on her hand, admiring his profile… Amidst the heat, the sound of a child crying could be heard.

It was at this very moment.

A slightly cool hand reached out and gently placed on her forehead. This seemed to be a signal; the rapidly shifting, kaleidoscope-like memories around her faded away, and Guinevere awoke from her dream, muttering meaningless words. Her still-dazed gaze suddenly met those quiet, expressive green eyes…

For a moment, she truly thought she was still dreaming.

But she quickly regained consciousness, and while sitting up—perhaps due to her sleeping posture, her shoulders and neck were throbbing—she casually ran her fingers through her hair. Over a decade of upbringing had instilled in her that this unladylike behavior was almost exclusively reserved for when she first woke up: "When did I fall asleep… Lily, good morning."

"Good morning."

She received a reply immediately, and at that moment, Guinevere saw the sky outside turning red again through the half-open tent door. She realized she had slept for almost a day... She thought to herself and casually asked, "What time is it now?"

"evening……"

Almost simultaneously with this reply, Lily's stomach let out a soft growl. The girl's face flushed instantly, while Guinevere nodded in realization: "Oh, it's already this late."

Although the two hadn't been traveling together for very long, she was already intimately familiar with the timing and amount of "feeding." Lily probably didn't know that a week after the sword-drawing ceremony, Guinevere had secretly created a small handbook to record these matters. The detail and precision of the information were enough to put even the treasurers of the time to shame.

Although it was quickly discovered by the other party's terrifying intuition—or perhaps they could use a radar—it was fortunate that the entire text was written in Chinese characters, so the contents were not exposed, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

Strangely, after meeting Merlin, the booklet suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. No matter how hard Guinevere searched, she couldn't find it. She didn't know if she had accidentally lost it somewhere, or if it had been stolen by some female magician who loved to stir up trouble... She sincerely hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Well……"

Perhaps dissatisfied with Guinevere's reaction, Lily puffed out her cheeks, a rare occurrence for her, intending to deliver a chop to Nimue's neck as the girl usually did. However, once her hand was raised, she hesitated and didn't bring it down.

Seeing this, Guinevere tilted her head and made a gesture of surrender: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so blunt and didn't give you any face at all. Besides, for a girl as beautiful and perfect as you, Lily, having a slightly large appetite is no problem at all! In fact, it's a plus!"

"Uuuuuuu..."

"And among the people I know, there's someone who can eat far more than you, even though he's a man... but that person eats three cows, five chickens, and ten pounds of bread every meal... Once, when there wasn't enough food, he even ate a mountain flat... It's a true story!"

"Is your friend... a giant?"

"No."

"But only giants would eat this much..."

"That's why my friend seems so amazing. Oh, you should know him too..."

Boo!

Her ahoge (cowlick) suddenly stood up. Lily's gaze gradually turned hostile.

"...What's his name?"

"It's that King Arthur—"

Pong!

A powerful chop to the head brought Guinevere down on her forehead.

The latter fell to the ground. Lily stood up angrily, turned and walked outside, but after taking two steps, she stopped, as if thinking about something. After a while, she said, "You're not allowed to joke about the King!" Her voice was somewhat annoyed, but she remained standing there without going out.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... You didn't have to use your magic, did you? What if my head gets smashed and you get covered in blood? Then you'll have no appetite for dinner..." After rolling around on the ground like a salted fish for a while, seeing that Lily was probably really angry this time and didn't come over to check on her and comfort her as usual, Guinevere finally got up, rubbing her red forehead, and smiled as she approached.

After a moment, she asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"

"of course."

"I'll be gentler next time."

"...Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

Lily answered seriously. It was hard to tell if she was joking or serious, or perhaps both… Guinevere chuckled again, then pushed her back as they walked out: “Alright, alright, let’s go get something to eat.”

The tent flap was lifted and then lowered, revealing a fiery red sunset that reflected in the eyes of the two who had just emerged from the tent, each lost in their own thoughts. "By the way, did you have a nightmare just now?" Lily suddenly asked.

"what's wrong?"

"You looked really bad, and you kept mumbling all sorts of things... I thought you were sick like Sir Kai, so I was checking your forehead to see if it was hot. I didn't mean to wake you up."

“I see. I don’t remember anything myself, but it was definitely a jumbled dream…” Guinevere nodded, then suddenly asked curiously, “What did I say in my sleep?”

“I couldn’t hear many of them clearly.” Lily lowered her head, seemingly counting on her fingers. The girl lowered her hands from Lily’s back and walked over as well: “Father, brother, Terena, Balan…”

"I met Balan when Terena and I sneaked out to play. He's a highly skilled knight, and there are very few people who can completely overpower me, but I should be able to exchange a few blows now... I'll introduce you to him sometime."

"Ok."

Then Lily named a few more people, all of whom were acquaintances. Guinevere couldn't help but twitch her lips. What kind of dream was she having, to be listing all the people she knew? Was she trying to emulate the Liangshan heroes of Water Margin and rank the Heavenly and Earthly Stars...?

"And one last one."

For some reason, Lily frowned slightly, recalling the strange pronunciation the other person had mumbled not long ago: "It sounded like... xiaoming? Is that someone's name too?"

The words have not yet fallen.

The girl beside him suddenly froze.

P.S.: Hello everyone, another day on Planet Blue-White has passed~

Sigh, it seems to be flu season lately. Qingbai unfortunately caught it too. After resting for two days and taking medicine, my head is still a bit dizzy. Well, it shouldn't affect my updates~ That's all, goodnight everyone~ Remember to vote!

Chapter 152 Parting (Part 1)

The night was sparsely lit by stars, and the flickering flames in the camp cast long shadows on the ground.

Although many knights of distinguished status have gathered here, at Fisher's request, everyone's dinner consists of only clear broth and a tasteless boiled potato—those with a large appetite can ask for an extra one—no different from that of ordinary soldiers.

Normally, such a forceful approach would inevitably provoke some protests. However, the great battle with the monstrous wave beast had just ended, the town was destroyed, and many people were displaced. Leaving aside their future resettlement, just providing them with food for the next few days was a major headache. While Fisher could certainly force these people to hand over food, it would more or less provoke some backlash.

However, the one who stepped forward was not the prince who had wielded the scepter of the sea god for many years, but rather the "Fisherman King" Peles, who had not appeared in public for nearly thirty years. At the same time, Princess Elaine, who had rarely seen anyone since that incident, was also by his side. The scene of these three gathered together was quite unfamiliar to some young people, and even to others, it seemed like an extremely distant memory.

Regardless of the many questions people may have, the former "King of the South," a renowned and powerful figure, carries a weight in his every word and deed that Fisher cannot match. As long as their core interests are not involved, generally no one would want to easily challenge the Fisher King's authority, let alone ask them to simply share some food, funds, and manpower to help resettle the refugees.

At this moment, led by Pelles and his two children, almost all the most powerful people in this territory had arrived at this makeshift camp. From noon until now, except for brief meals and rests, the fierce arguments never stopped and could be clearly heard even outside the tents.

Inside and outside the camp, knights adorned with different badges took turns on guard, vigilant against potential thieves and wild beasts. Dozens of miles away, the people of the small town and the seaside fishing village were enjoying their meat soup and boiled potatoes, whispering about what had just happened and what was about to happen. In a quiet grove of trees outside the camp, amidst the soft rustling of leaves, two figures, resembling sisters, walked slowly, each with a sword at their waist.

"...It's not a very interesting thing."

After a long silence, Guinevere raised her head, looked at the starry sky above her that was so different from the one she had seen in another part of her life, and slowly spoke.

After realizing she had let something slip in her sleep, she hesitated for a long time about whether to tell the other person about her "past life." The scales swayed back and forth between telling and not telling for a long time, but in the end, she suddenly didn't know why she was hesitating.

The world does indeed have an "origin." Guinevere learned this long ago during Terena's magic lessons: not only humans, but all things in the world have an origin and are destined to forever follow that origin. Reincarnation is not just a concept existing only in religion, but an indisputable fact, even as common sense as the sun rising in the east for many.

Therefore, she wasn't worried about whether Lily would believe her after hearing it, much less question whether she herself had a mental problem. Her hesitation likely stemmed from the feeling that these things weren't worth telling anyone else.

But since Lily wants to know.

Let me briefly explain.

……

As I just mentioned, looking back, there wasn't much worth mentioning about the more than twenty years I spent in another world and another era.

His father was once a hardworking worker. Later, he was persuaded by some friends to start a business with them. At first, he made some success, but unfortunately, due to his limited abilities and the wrong people he associated with, his family quickly declined after a brief period of glory. He became depressed and argued with his mother day and night. He was young at the time, but he already understood that this family was unlikely to last.

And the premonition soon came true.

Perhaps it was because I was young at the time, or perhaps I didn't want to keep that period in my mind, but when I recall it, everything seems blurry. I only remember what seemed like endless arguments, negative emotions, an atmosphere that grew more and more oppressive each day, relatives and friends from both sides coming and going, the court, lawyers, and even the police being called in once.

Until this long farce finally came to an end, his parents separated and remarried, and he was awarded to his father's side of the family. However, he spent most of his time living with his grandparents. He could only see his father and stepmother during holidays. His biological mother never contacted him again.

The new mother seemed to be a good person. In the limited time they spent together, she showed impeccable thoughtfulness and care. Whether this was her true nature or a deliberate facade, he didn't care.

After a major upheaval that was huge for an individual but insignificant in the grand scheme of society, everything went smoothly. He finished elementary and middle school without incident and even got into a top high school in the city, but his grades remained mediocre and he ended up only getting into an ordinary university.

Over the years, I've unknowingly drifted apart from those friends I used to have a good relationship with in high school. I've attended a few class reunions and been invited to a couple of weddings, but when I came to my senses, it felt like those friendships had never existed. I felt a slight loneliness, but that was all. I don't intend to change myself or others because of this. Thinking about life, it's nothing more than a repetitive process of gaining and losing.

And so time passed day by day, but only his age increased meaninglessly; nothing else changed, neither physically nor mentally. Until one day, he was suddenly told that his half-sister needed to transfer to this city for various reasons. After some discussion, they decided to stay with him temporarily, with their father providing living expenses.

then.

Everything has changed.

……

Instead of glossing over the inexplicable aspects, Guinevere simply described her life, which she found dull even in retrospect, and then fell silent for a while.

The rustling sound was like ocean waves.

“Unlike me, she has lived a happy and fulfilling life since she was a child. I think she will definitely have a wonderful life. Looking at her, this world, which was originally incredibly boring, seems to have become a little more interesting…”

Lily looked at the girl beside her who seemed to be muttering to herself. Perhaps from a certain moment, the girl had forgotten that she, the listener, was there, and was simply immersed in that past life that was neither real nor illusory.

Previous lives—though extremely rare, according to Merlin, there are indeed people in the world who, for various reasons, remember their previous lives or even earlier. Some have even mastered the method of actively awakening their "origins," thereby obtaining all the memories of their past lives accumulated to date, gaining unparalleled power in an instant. Even at a heavy price, many people still embark on this path.

Which one would Guinevere be?

She was somewhat distracted as she thought, and at the same time noticed that a crystal-clear water droplet had appeared at the corner of the girl's eye, gently swirling on her eyelashes. At first glance, it looked a bit like morning dew.

"So when the fire started... I was pushed and shoved by the crowd all the way down. I almost fell several times. There was so much smoke, it was a complete mess... I was among the first to spot it. I woke up Xiaoming, and we rushed out without even packing our things." He unconsciously switched to his native language from his previous life, then hurriedly corrected himself, repeating, "I was being pushed and shoved by the crowd the whole way. It was so chaotic, I couldn't think about anything else. I even lost my glasses..."

Close your eyes, and the raging flames and countless blurry, swaying figures seem to be right in front of you.

"I managed to get out with Xiaoming before the fire really started. We did come out together... but I don't know when, just as I was making a phone call, she suddenly disappeared."