Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Then, when she heard the noise outside and thought it was Woodworth's execution squad arriving, she saw an old face stained with blood.

——It turned out to be Eckert.

"He's still alive. Huh, it seems those villagers aren't that stupid."

Even at this time, he still had that stinky face on his face. When Arturia asked what caused his injuries, he just said lightly, "I just beat up a few goblins."

Then, he hurriedly stuffed a helmet into Artoria's arms:

"Wear this as a hat instead of a helmet. It can help cover your face."

"Ector? Are you here to let me escape?!"

Even more than that, Ector even brought Artoria the Rod of Choice that was taken away by the goblins, and then immediately escaped with Artoria.

As soon as they escaped from the cell, they saw the village engulfed in fire.

"What's going on? Did the execution team set the fire?"

Both Artoria back then and Guinevere now thought of this possibility immediately when they saw this scene.

However, the truth seems to be completely different from what they thought:

"...How could this be? They said they were trying to reduce the population in order to survive the winter, but the method they came up with was to kill each other? It's so stupid that it's even sad..."

To be honest, when he just heard Eckert say this, Guinevere was still doubting whether what he said was the truth. Then he heard a familiar voice from far away:

"What's going on? I received a report from the Son of Prophecy and came to take a look. It turns out that the residents are actually fighting each other? Who is the village chief? Where is the Son of Prophecy? Bring it here quickly!"

Of course Guinevere could clearly hear who that voice belonged to. Except for his old enemy Woodworth, there would be no one else.

However, because the group of villagers had already become red-blooded and rioted to the point that even Woodworth didn't care, Guinevere soon heard Woodworth's roar from afar:

"Damn! A bunch of lunatics! The situation has reached this point and there is nothing we can do. Let's suppress the riot first. After suppressing the riot, we can talk about putting out the fire!"

"—"

What's this all about.

Guinevere couldn't help but think so.

I have always heard the rumor that Woodworth led his men to destroy the entire Tintagel, and only the Son of the Prophecy escaped. Even Guinevere never thought to doubt the credibility of this rumor. .

In the end, the truth turned out to be that they killed each other and led to total annihilation?Is Woodworth just a scapegoat?

It's simply ridiculous to the point of being ridiculous.

But for such despicable guys, Arturia actually wanted to go and save them.

"Although these 16 years have been full of lies, and although they want to sell me, we have lived together. No matter what, we should not ignore them."

"...You idiot, stop talking nonsense and come with me. Their target is the Son of Prophecy. As long as you leave the village, the execution team will also leave!"

Just like that, Ector grabbed Artoria's hand and ran.

Then, after escaping into the forest, Eckert suddenly stopped:

"——Huh, okay, then you can go alone."

"...Where is grandpa? Can't you...come with me?"

"No, I still have work to do. After I confirm that you have escaped, I will immediately return to the forge at the Cape and say goodbye. Don't show up in front of me again in the future and cause me trouble."

"——But, but, Eckert..."

At this moment, the girl's voice sounded in Guinevere's ears again:

"Because I saw, behind grandpa's white lies, the sharp injuries on the flanks that were covered up with clothes, and the rough and scarred back that had been stabbed countless times... ..The weak pulse will probably stop beating when I look away, and I see all of this."

"...Well, the so-called paradise goblin is really difficult to deal with."

Realizing that it was difficult to deceive Artoria, Ector finally sighed.

"...The village is over, the execution team has arrived."

"Raise your head and hold on to your staff. The time has come to set off, Arturia."

"No matter what others say, even if you doubt yourself, there is no doubt that you are the child of the prophecy."

"You didn't kill me that night, that's who you are, that's your nature."

"No matter how rejected by Britain, no matter how rejected by the goblins,"

"No matter how much weaker you are than other goblins, you are more suitable to be the savior than anyone else."

"You don't seem to realize that you are actually a person who never gets angry at yourself."

"and--"

When he said this, Eckert smiled softly.

"You are exactly like that lord."

"You are stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat. You can bounce back no matter how many setbacks you have. So you can definitely follow your own path."

"I don't want... I also want to go back to the forge and live on the Cape. I'm obviously happier that way!"

Holding Ector's rough hands hard, Artoria cried,

"And when I turn 17, after the prophecy turns out to be a lie, I won't cause any more trouble for Eckert—"

However, I can no longer say anything else.

Because Eckert couldn't hear anything anymore.

Looking at the blacksmith who would no longer show a ferocious expression, Artoria wiped her tears, tried hard to put away her sadness, and then said in as calm a tone as possible:

"Well, that's right."

"No matter how many times I am frustrated or depressed, I can immediately recover my energy. This is my strength."

"Farewell everyone, thank you for raising me until I was 16 years old."

"I am the Fairy of Paradise, the one who brings the right salvation to Britain."

"Next, I will start the tour according to your wishes."

Then, the girl tightened her grip on the staff, lowered her hat with all her strength, turned around and left the hometown where her past remained.

However, after she left, Guinevere's eyes did not leave with her.

That's why he could see the hair ornament that fell from the blacksmith's arms.

Guinevere recognized the hair ornament.

Perhaps due to some kind of fate, in the last simulation, the hair ornament he bought in Gloucester as a gift to Artoria on the night of his confession was the hair accessory.

Now it seems that it is no wonder that the hair accessory became the only orphan among Eckert's last works.

It turned out that it had been taken out as early as the night Artoria set off.

However, it didn't seem to find a chance to be sent out.

ps: This chapter is 6k5 chapters long, I finally finished writing this part of the plot...

To be honest, it was quite hard for me to write this part, because this part of the plot is basically the plot of the original work, so to be honest, I didn’t want to write it. It always felt like there was a strong feeling that the number of words was too high, and I’m not I have no idea about the next plot, and there is no need for such a high number of words... However, considering that not all readers have read the original work, this part of the plot must be written out to explain it clearly to everyone.

But on the other hand, since a large part of this part of the plot is the original work after all, I just combined it into a big chapter and got through it as quickly as possible. The extra words count as my obligation to update, and are not included in the number of words that are still owed. , and I also ask for your understanding from all readers who have read the original work.

Chapter 86 Holy Sword

In the end, the memory of Summer lasted until Arturia knocked down the annoying guards in Salisbury and met the strange guy who called himself the Goblin King. Then, when she saw the young guard, she shouted Until the handsome guard is knocked unconscious and taken away.

[The memory of summer ends here. 】

Guinevere even felt a little dazed when he was freed from that painful memory.

Whenever he felt that he knew something about the goblins' lower limits, the goblins would quickly refresh his knowledge again.

But at the same time, he was also a little sad.

Even now, he couldn't help but think of the look on Arturia's face when she returned to the forge on the promontory and carefully put the hair ornament back into the pile of jewelry during the third simulation. expression.

I wonder, in that simulation, did what I did comfort her a little?

"Guinevere, what's wrong? Your expression looks so serious."

The girl's voice came from the side again. Guinevere turned his head and saw Arturia's worried expression.

"Ah... no, it's nothing, just a little distracted." Guinevere shook his head, "Let's move on."

[After passing the third level, you continue to move forward and soon reach the fourth level. 】

“It’s finally time for Memory of Spring!”

This time Arturia looked obviously much more cheerful:

"Since it's called spring, it should be full of happy memories!"

"The obstacles that appear are probably easy to deal with. Please defeat them easily this time!"

Saying this, Artoria jumped forward again, fell into a group of air ripples, and disappeared.

"So, did you feel something?"

Looking at Guinevere, whose expression became increasingly dull, Merlin asked:

"Although you will indeed feel the hardship in those memories when you face those Morse, your reaction seems to be a little bigger than I expected."

Guinevere did not speak, but remained silent, continuing to wait for the system prompts to open the fourth level of memory sharing to him.

He wanted to know how the things he had done during this not-so-long journey felt in Arturia's heart. Could they be a little comfort to her strong, scarred heart?

"But it's okay. That situation lasted until summer. [Memory of Spring] is purely composed of happy things in the hearts of the fairies in Paradise." Merlin said with a smile, "So, the obstacles that appeared here this time... I think it might be her dressed up, or some giant delicacy."

"...That's it."

When Merlin said that, to be honest, Guinevere felt a little relieved.

Is that so?Did it turn out that I had brought her some good memories?

If this is the case, then his existence is still somewhat valuable.

However, the strange thing is that he never waited for the system prompts, nor did he wait for the enemies in the fourth level.

Just when Guinevere was still at a loss, after a few seconds, he suddenly saw Arturia's figure reappearing in front of him.

When she appeared, the girl's face was still filled with shock and confusion:

"Huh? Weird? Everyone?"

"—"

Guinevere was stunned for a moment, and then, when he realized what that meant, his heart suddenly tugged.

——There is no memory of spring.

The memory that was supposed to carry the wonderful past of Paradise Demon does not exist.

"This is... too much."

Guinevere slowly clenched his fists.

what is this.

But there must be a limit to cruelty, even if it is unreasonable, there must be a limit.

This paradise, this fairy country, this whole fairy Britain, how cruel must it be to a girl before it is willing to do so.

Why not?

On the other side, when seeing the expression on Guinevere's face, Arturia quickly understood everything.

"...that's it,"

A trace of sadness flashed across the girl's face, but then she cheered up again and said with a smile:

"It seems like it was easy this time. It was over when I came to my senses!"

Then, before Guinevere could say anything else, she turned around and said to herself:

"The place located on that hill is the chosen place. In that case, let us——"

"Artoria!"

Instead of allowing her to escape on her own, Guinevere called her name loudly: