Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

"...I understand the truth, but why do you come here to tell me?" Guinevere said with some confusion, "The one who is more interested in the past of the knight from Londinion should not be Percival?"

"Huh...yeah, why should I come here to talk to you?" Grim shook his head slightly and said meaningfully, "Maybe, it's just because I think you are a very interesting guy... ...After all, you can always come up with some interesting new tricks for everyone."

"what?"

Guinevere was still confused, but Grim had already laughed and walked away. Guinevere was confused. After thinking for a few seconds, Guinevere silently raised his middle finger behind Grimm. .

"...Can this B Riddler die?"

........................

[Due to the reward from ringing the Prophecy Bell, all of Artoria's attributes except luck have increased again. 】

【Strength B→B】

【Durability D→D】

【Agility B→B】

【Magic B→A】

Hmm, this time Artoria simply didn't move except for her magical properties?

Guinevere mused.

It seems that every time the bell is rung, all of Artoria's attributes can be improved. However, those attributes of hers should have reached the upper limit of her spirit base, so they cannot continue to improve.

I wonder if there is any way to increase her upper limit?

Guinevere thought about it for a while, but couldn't find any solution for a while. However, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

[You suddenly realize that Arturia seems to have stayed in front of the Prophecy Bell for an extra long time this time. She just stood there blankly, looking up at the Prophecy Bell in a daze, and did not respond until you called her. 】

[Even so, until you set off on the way back together, she always seemed to be distracted from time to time, and she didn't seem to wake up when I called her. 】

[You instinctively sense that something seems to have happened, but you don’t know what happened. 】

"Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about." Seeing Guinevere's worried look, Grim advised him, "She is just accepting the mission of the Son of Prophecy, and she will naturally return to normal after a while. of."

[After hearing Grim's words, you relaxed a little, but you were still paying attention to Artoria's condition. 】

"Eh? Strange, this is the Coast of Ashes? Oh... By the way, we are back... Has the bell been rung? Has anything changed about me?"

[It wasn’t until they arrived at the Coast of Ashes that Arturia seemed to wake up from a dream and returned to normal. 】

[Seeing that she has finally returned to normal, you have finally let go of your worries. 】

[Then, after you drove together for another half day, you also recalled something that you had planned to do after successfully ringing the bell. 】

[You know her thoughts, and she knows yours.The two of you have maintained such an ambiguous relationship for a long time. 】

[Now, you want to go one step further and pierce this layer of window paper. 】

[At night, while everyone else was resting, you confessed your love to Artoria. 】

[Artoria looked very surprised by your confession. Even if you are not good at observing words and expressions, you can tell that she is obviously very happy at this moment. 】

[Then, she rejected your confession. 】

"......what?"

Guinevere was stunned.

...........................

[After ringing the fourth bell, in a daze, you seemed to have had a dream. 】

[In that vague dream, you seemed to have seen some strange scenes again. 】

[The bell announces its mission to you. 】

"Ah...is this it again?"

At night, when all her friends had fallen asleep, Arturia sat alone in a corner and murmured softly.

This isn't the first time she's been in a similar situation.

One night after the first bell was rung, she had a similar dream.

In that dream, she saw another person with the same name as her in the history of pan-humanity, the person who was neither a magician nor a fairy.

At the same time, she is completely different from her, and she is worthy of the title of red dragon, she is excellent.

——Artoria Pendragon.

The ideal king who in legend unified the island's princes, protected Britain from the aliens, and built the chalk city of Camelot.

Trusted by everyone and loved by everyone.

Incredibly correct, incomparably shining.

With the twelve Knights of the Round Table, a large cavalry team, and the holy sword in their hands, many future kings were built.

It was truly, truly remarkable, an existence that Arturia Castor could never imagine.

But...unacceptable.

When she saw such a shining life, she couldn't help but have this thought in her heart:

"What kind of life is that?"

There is no one to escape from, no one to understand, and no companions to make.

No appreciation, no end, no rest, not even one failure allowed.

Such a life made her feel negative from the bottom of her heart.

Unbelievable, unacceptable.

How cruel must everyone be to smile and allow such a king to exist?

Artoria Castor absolutely cannot accept that kind of life.

But the most ridiculous thing is.

When the ancient sound of bones surrounded her ears, she knew her true mission.

That's not just a bell, it's clearly the goblins' apology, the sound of their souls for the sins they accepted.

It's the voice of bones, through and through.

In the distance, I seemed to hear someone singing a prophetic song in the wind.

"Although the port returns to the seaside, disasters go to the sky."

"The round fortress was burned, and the water bell appeared in the world."

When all those bone bells are rung——

"The criminal confessed his crime and his head was cut off with a beheading knife."

"[The Son of Prophecy] ends its mission and bids farewell to its original location."

Vaguely, she seemed to see some image from the past.

In a certain open and solemn hall, a girl who looked exactly like her was telling something to the throne in front of her:

"That's right, I won't save the goblins, I will only protect my own country."

"As long as there is magic power stored in this jade throne, there is nothing to fear about the [Great Disaster]."

"Uther, Uther, Uther..."

"I will not forgive those pests who killed you...but in order for you to find a place to go when you return, I will protect this country - our country for you."

The image of the past disappeared at this point, but the voice of the former son of prophecy seemed to be heard in the wind:

"If you insist on persisting, then continue to fulfill that ridiculous prophecy."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"Where will you end up after completing that ridiculous mission?"

ahh-

The most ridiculous thing is that it turns out that my life is just as cruel as that of Artoria in the history of pan-humanity.

However, there is no alternative.

Because I have already made my decision.

If that power was what was needed to protect him, then no matter what, she would get that power back for him.

But, in that case, he would probably never see himself again.

...Well, Guinevere will definitely be very sad.

However, there is no way. In order for him to live well, the power of that "sword" is necessary.

Then, at least let him be a little less sad when parting comes...

so......

"I...actually, I have always regarded you as just an ordinary companion."

Under the starlight, looking at the puzzled face in front of her, she suppressed the initial surprise and emotion in her heart, and put away all the disappointment and grievances that followed, trying hard not to show any emotions on her face:

"I'm sorry, I can't respond to your feelings."

[Faced with Guinevere’s confession, you rejected him. 】

[Guinevere didn't say anything else, just said "oh" lightly, then scratched his head awkwardly, then turned around and went back. 】

[Because your fairy eyes have lost their effect on him, you have no way of knowing his current state of mind. 】

[Your mood value has dropped by thirty points. 】

[Because of the special reason that caused the mood value to drop, your passive skill "Quick Refresh" cannot be activated. 】

[Looking at Guinevere's lonely back, you stayed there all night blowing the cold wind. 】

[You think you need to be alone for a night. 】

.............................

[At night, when you really couldn't sleep, you didn't enter the carriage. Instead, you leaned against a stone and stared at the stars in a daze. 】

"I don't understand..."

Guinevere murmured.

Could it be that he was just being sentimental all along?

Although he had encountered the three major illusions in life, this time he felt that it was no longer an illusion.

"......What exactly happened?"

Guinevere fell into thought.

It can’t be that Artoria actually likes Oberon, right?

That’s not possible, right?This is obviously an online game, right?The Artoria he married and the Artoria he is married to are both controlled by the same person, right?

...Ah, could it be that Artoria decided that she had already defeated me anyway, so she decided to change her strategy this week?

Thinking of this, Guinevere gave himself a slap.

What are you thinking, how could Artoria be that kind of person!Don't use your method of thinking about playing with gals to speculate on the innocent little C!

So... after thinking about it, the result can only be that the Xiongnu is not eliminated, and the eldest man cannot have a home - ah, it should be said that the disaster is not over, and the eldest woman cannot have a home, right?

But in the end it was just his conjecture.

[After thinking about it for a long time, you still can’t figure out why. 】

[Finally, you gave up thinking and decided to go back to sleep. 】

[When you enter the carriage, you find that Artoria is not here. 】

"Isn't that idiot still blowing the cold wind outside? What should I do if he gets frozen?"

Guinevere sighed and rolled up the unused blanket in the carriage.

[Although the confession was rejected, out of concern for Artoria's health, you picked up the blanket and went out to look for Artoria who was still staying outside]

Although my wife may not be able to make it, she is still a traveling companion that I have seen all the way, so why not care about her?

[It didn’t take long for you to find Artoria, who was blowing the cold wind alone at the place where you confessed before. 】