Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Unable to finish such meaningless words, Merlin, who had transformed into Fu Fu, was picked up by Guinevere with one hand and his head was lifted hard.

"...Do you think it's cool to be the Riddler by saying some incomprehensible and weird things?"

Guinevere said viciously while flicking Merlin's head hard.

Although this thing once helped him reincarnate, he had an excellent experience on the Stone and worked under him countless days and nights, but for some reason, Guinevere disliked Merlin very much from the first time he saw this guy. This guy.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I will explain it carefully and not ramble on. Please forgive me."

Faced with Guinevere's blow, Merlin directly clasped his two little paws together and apologized at the speed of light.

"In short, the beginning of everything was [the Holy Sword was not forged], so in order to correct this mistake, the Star Inland Sea once again sent new fairies to the surface."

"The first generation of Paradise Fairies is Vivian, and the second one is Castor. Their mission is to make the six major clans admit their mistakes and inherit the mystery of forging the Holy Sword."

"Ringing the pilgrim bell means that the clan leader admits his sins, and the goblin who rings all the bells will become..."

When he said this, Merlin turned to look at Guinevere, then looked at Artoria's face, and said without changing his expression:

"Be the only person to forge the Holy Sword."

"Vivian, who became Morgan, resisted this mission, because once the Holy Sword was forged, the premise of the Lostbelt that had become a singularity would no longer exist... No, in view of that terrible big sister I still don’t know what is being done secretly, maybe she has already found a way to reverse this..."

When he said the second half of the sentence, Merlin's voice suddenly became softer:

"After all, she probably won't be willing to let something similar happen again."

"Huh? What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly." Guinevere raised his eyebrows.

"I mean, it's time to get ready for a fight."

Merlin suddenly changed his words:

"We have arrived at the gatekeeper of the paradise. What is waiting for you in front is to question your qualifications. The belief of the Last Dragon. After all, the Land of Hope will only be open to those who have demonstrated its reliability and strength."

"Therefore, O savior of the world, please step forward."

[Soon, you will see the so-called gatekeeper of the paradise ahead. 】

[As you know, the so-called last dragon is the essence of the fairy Lancelot, Albion. Therefore, the fighting methods and styles she displays are very similar to Lancelot. 】

[Because you are completely unable to take advantage of your speed in the cave, with the help of Artoria, all of your attributes have been improved to close to A level. In addition, you have a strong influence on Lancelot. Familiar with her fighting style, and after turning on the endless trials as insurance, it doesn't take you much time to defeat her. 】

[After overcoming the barriers of the gatekeeper, you saw the light. 】

"Well, everyone, welcome to the land of paradise."

"The land of evergreen, the eternal spring, the answer to the dreams of so many lives."

"-Welcome to Avalon."

[Then, what is displayed in front of you is very much in line with your imagination of paradise, a paradise outside the world with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. 】

At a glance, all you can see is endless gardens.

The wind blowing against my face is so soft, and even the air inhaled into my nose is so gentle and tranquil. It is simply a collection of human fantasies about all the beautiful smells.

"After all, this is a paradise land. There is no possibility of 'evil' in it. No matter how doomsday roars and rages on the surface of the earth, this place will not be affected in any way."

Although Merlin's voice has not changed, the person who spoke those words has now transformed into a handsome magician with white hair:

"However, this is only the ruins of Avalon after all. It is the projection of Avalon in the history of pan-humanity reflected in the Lostbelt of Britain. There is no prison tower where I am, Mana is also very sparse, and there are no goblins gathering. of lakes.”

"Of course, if you have a Noble Phantasm with the opposite world, or a Noble Phantasm with the effect of crossing space, you might be able to kill me through the connection between me and this projection... How about that? , Guinevere, do you have any ideas?"

Saying this, Merlin also smiled and turned his attention to Guinevere.

"?"

Regarding his somewhat insane words, Guinevere slowly raised a question mark:

"Crazy, I have no grudge against you, why should I kill you? And how could I possibly have something like the Anti-World Noble Phantasm? If so, wouldn't it be better for me to just throw it out and kill Bagster?"

"Oh, no reason? That would be great."

Sure enough, it is really convenient that the corresponding memory will be erased after the singularity is repaired.

Burying the last part of the sentence in his heart, Merlin continued:

"In short, although this is just a projection, it can still be used as the forging ground for the six goblins to forge the holy sword...or in other words, the chosen place."

"The Chosen Place...could it be the place where I, in the history of pan-humanity, drew the Sword of Chosen?" Arturia suddenly asked.

"Well, the meaning is the same." Merlin nodded, "Look, there is an altar on the hill opposite. That is the destination. Although it is very close, there are many checkpoints in the middle. The Paradise Fairy has so far All records will be visualized as obstacles, which can be regarded as some kind of settlement for the past."

Hearing this, Artoria's footsteps suddenly paused.

"Then, let's start," he noticed the change in Artoria's expression, but Merlin pretended not to notice, and just moved on, "from the harsh and cold [Winter], to the joyful and warm [Spring]" It’s the end of a short journey.”

"What you said is strange..."

Guinevere suddenly stopped. He frowned tightly and turned to look at Artoria:

"Artoria, will this forged holy sword... have any impact on you?"

"..."

Arturia also stopped.

Recalling what Nokenale said before, her fake smile was very lame. This time, Arturia decided to change her disguise:

"Ah? What do you mean? What impact?"

Arturia tilted her head slightly, her big eyes showing a little confusion.

"Um, that is to say, will you suffer any damage from this? For example, you may lose your memory, you will have to stay here in the future, or you may exchange your soul for it, or you may sacrifice your life for the sword, etc... Probably not Is there such a thing?"

Guinevere stared at Artoria's eyes very seriously and asked slowly:

"Tell me, could such a thing happen?"

"..."

The expression on Artoria's face paused for half a second, and then she showed a look of extreme shock:

"Ah? What?! Is forging a sword so scary?!"

Saying this, Artoria looked at Merlin nervously:

"Is what Guinevere said true? Melin-san?"

"......ah,"

Is that what you thought?Artoria?

The moment their eyes met, Merlin completely understood Artoria's current thoughts.

Then, very easily, a flawless smile quickly appeared on his face:

"How could it be? Guinevere, do you think this is something like Moye, a general from an Eastern country? We in Britain will not kill people and then use blood or souls to forge swords. That method is too barbaric. Of course we won’t do that, you can rest assured.”

"...that means that after Artoria and I forge swords, we can go back together?" Guinevere was still a little worried, "Really? You're not lying to me? Artoria, she really is. You won’t die for making swords..."

When it came to this point, Guinevere was unable to say that sentence directly because of his rejection of that possibility from the bottom of his heart, and instead said it in another way:

"She can indeed leave Paradise intact with me without having to pay the price of staying here forever, right?"

"How could it be? Of course you can leave with Artoria. I can swear to the paradise itself. If I lie to you... Well, then let me die without a burial place?"

Merlin looked at Artoria and Guinevere with a smile:

"How's it going? Are you two relieved now?"

"Phew, you scared me..." Patting her chest lightly, Artoria breathed a long sigh of relief, and then patted Guinevere's shoulder hard, "I hate it, this Guinevere, please stop making such serious jokes at this critical moment!"

"Um... Then, I'm really sorry." Although he wanted to ask a few more questions, after Artoria said this, Guinevere could only scratch his head in embarrassment and put away other questions. Bury it deep in your heart.

"In that case, let's go."

Saying this, Artoria even ran out impatiently:

"Then I'll leave it to you, Guinevere!"

Then, as if she had fallen into a mass of ripples, Artoria jumped forward and her body disappeared in mid-air.

At the same time, the moment she disappeared, the shadow of the dark monster also appeared in front of Guinevere.

"Okay, this is the so-called checkpoint, and I'll leave it to you, the attendant of the Son of Prophecy... oh, it's such a wonderful experience. It's rare to be able to fight alongside you, and I will also help you. Lord Guinevere.”

Merlin also held the staff and sword and came to Guinevere, smiling:

"Let me see again the strength of your strongest sword in Britain, which even Sir Lancelot cannot match."

ps: The update is coming, 7k chapters.

Alas, I should have finished writing this chapter at four or five o'clock this afternoon, and then I could write today's normal update, but because I was busy updating after going to the hospital for a check-up, I never went to the hospital for a review. I delayed getting the results until I started to feel very sick in the past two days, so I had to go check it out.

It's just that the hospital is more than ten kilometers away from my place, and it takes an hour and a half to go back and forth by car. After I went there to do the examination and prescribe medicine, a friend of the author happened to come over. They were also going to share a room there, but they had to cancel it for some reasons. We are sharing a house, so we have to have a dinner together, and the place to eat is also more than ten kilometers away...

By the time I came back from dinner, it was already very late. And because of my health, my coding condition tonight was very poor, so I kept writing the rest of the part very slowly. I originally thought I would write it no matter what I said. I finished [-] words to make up for today’s two days of updates, but I really can’t hold on until now... Well, let’s just say I asked for leave today.

There is really nothing I can do. My physical condition is really bad now. My chest is tight and I have some heart palpitations. I really need to adjust my schedule today... I probably won't update my schedule tomorrow. Let's adjust my schedule first.

Chapter 84 Winter

[Altoria's test has begun. During the test, she will read her past memories, and you will face obstacles reflected in her memories. 】

[Since you and Artoria are in a team, you can read the memories of this special test simultaneously. 】

[Would you like to share Artoria’s test scene simultaneously? 】

"It actually has such a special function?"

Guinevere was stunned for a moment, then clicked OK without hesitation.

There was no reason to refuse. Once upon a time, he had an opportunity to easily understand everything about the girl, but he did not cherish it until he hurriedly traveled through time and faced the sad expression that the girl accidentally showed. He was helpless. Only then will you regret your original haste.

But now, this opportunity is before him again, and he must consider whether this is the only opportunity in his life.

See, must see!

While waving his sword to push back the approaching monster shadow, Guinevere chose confirmation in his mind.

Then, the picture on the light screen changed, and the light suddenly became a little darker, like an old photo, with a slight yellow tint:

[You saw it, the story of that girl. 】

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

The small boat drifting to the coast carried a large amount of treasures and little goblins that had just been born.

At that time, the goblins in the village who discovered her existence quickly gathered together to discuss how to deal with the young goblin.

——This is a blessing from God. This girl is obviously the [child of prophecy] who brings hope.

——This is an ominous omen. If this girl is discovered by Her Majesty the Queen, she will be doomed.

Although the opinions of the goblins in the village were divided into two groups, they came to the same conclusion:

"No matter what, [Child of Prophecy] will definitely be useful. Let's raise her until she is 16 years old."

"But this guy is probably a nasty [Paradise Fairy]. It would be a waste to give her an ordinary house. Let's raise her like a domestic animal."

"Then let's build a stable. As long as we say we are raising horses, other villages will not find out. The [Child of Prophecy] is something that only belongs to us!"

"—"

Although those scenes flashed past quickly, the information contained in them had a huge impact on Guinevere, and those words containing strong malice still lingered in his ears, so that his His reaction was a little slow, and he was almost injured by the shadow of memory during the battle in the paradise.

what happened?

Obviously Artoria's description of the village where she grew up should be that she was loved and cared for by everyone there and grew up peacefully, right?

"I have very little magic power and the villagers are worried about me."

Accompanied by such words, the scene turned, and new memories appeared in front of Guinevere:

"It's been four years, and you still only have this little bit of magic power... It's so pitiful, it's just like a human being, right?"

"We have to train her harder and be more strict. We don't even have time to sleep. These are all for her own good."

"If you don't do this, becoming a [child of prophecy] will be just a dream. If she continues to be like this at the age of 16, no one will believe that she is a child of prophecy."

"That would be terrible. It doesn't matter if we can defeat Her Majesty the Queen. What's important is that she has [value] and looks like the [Child of Prophecy]."

"That way we can make a fortune. Otherwise, who would want to harbor a [Paradise Fairy]? But as long as she doesn't die, that's fine. She's just a weak fairy anyway, so I don't think she can escape."