My mother's love song

The giant sickle in his hand began to ring with magical power again, which was a sign of transformation.

But Altria saw it clearly.

I already know what shape this strange weapon will transform into next!

It's a boomerang.

The moment the girl raised her lips and thought this, a chill ran down her spine.

"Gray...Rave..."

The gray-robed girl's whispering made Altria tremble violently.

"!?"

The next moment, the weapon in Gray's hand changed into a shape that had never been seen before.

It is a beautiful shining spear.

Its shape was like the pillar of lightning standing at the end of the world. It captured Altria's attention just by appearing in front of her.

It was not until this time that the Son of Prophecy understood the words of the God of Trials.

What is the meaning of [Successor of the Holy Lance Lungominyad]?

The girl lowered her head and continued to whisper.

"Crave...Deprave..."

The laws of physics are shaken.

All the magic power within a radius of hundreds of meters was devoured in an instant.

As if all the great sources on the surface of the Age of Gods were to be contained in the Spiral of the Spear, even the Rod of Selection let out a wail.

The girl called out the prayer to lift the seal and call for the end.

"...Holy Lance, pull up the anchor."

"Altria! Stop her! Don't let her release her Noble Phantasm!!!"

From afar came the anxious shouts of companions.

...I understand this kind of thing even if you don’t tell me!

Altria frowned and poured her largest amount of magic power yet into the Rod of Chosen.

He held the back end of the staff tightly with both hands, continuously increasing the magic power gathered in the gemstone at the head of the staff, and then...

Like a sling, like hitting a baseball, it went flying with great force.

"!"

After the second stage of acceleration, the magic bullet was more powerful and faster than normal firing, and it shot straight towards the gray Holy Spear User.

On the other hand, what was drained by the unsealed Holy Spear was not only the magic power in the Great Source, but also Gray's Small Source and her attention.

By the time she noticed the magic cannonball flying towards her, it was too late.

There was no time to evade, and the magic bullet projected by the Rod of Selection hit Gray's slender body.

The release of the Holy Lance was interrupted and the girl disappeared.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Gray flew more than ten meters and fell into the ruins.

After a long while, the girl finally stood up, holding onto the cracked wall, shaking her trembling body.

She tried to regain her composure, but her strength was already at its limit, and she soon fell to her knees again.

The outcome has been decided.

The reason for Gray's defeat was that she shouldn't have forcibly released the Holy Spear without space.

Even though she had received extensive combat training from Rhodes over the years and possessed King Arthur's body and holy spear, her actual combat experience was almost zero.

Compared to Artoria, who has crossed countless Shura battlefields, she is too immature.

Most importantly, Artoria is not the kind of naive girl who would engage in a fair and square battle of Noble Phantasms with the opponent.

"Well done! ... ...Altria?"

As the Child of Prophecy's companions were preparing to celebrate, they noticed that something was wrong with her expression.

Altria stood there in a daze, an expression of disbelief on her face.

"how come……?"

The feeling just now was definitely correct.

Although it was already late, the fairy eyes finally noticed it.

This girl who had a fierce battle with him and almost pushed him into a desperate situation is a living human being.

Altria had a preconceived notion that what was waiting for her in the trial field would be a powerful being called a heroic spirit in pan-human history.

Even if he is not as good as the rebellious knight, he is at least a powerful warrior who has left a name and achievements in history.

but it is not the truth.

She is neither Lancer nor Caster, but a magician, a human girl.

Living in a peaceful alternate world without disasters [pan-human history], he possesses such amazing martial arts at such a young age.

When I was her age, I was still bickering with Bagster in Hector's workshop.

The body is so slender that it can withstand the full force of the chosen staff.

He must be seriously injured!

"Hey...are you okay?"

Altria shouted and ran towards Gray.

"I'll be there soon, just stay there and don't move!"

The Child of Prophecy quickly rushed over to the human girl and without a moment's hesitation began to treat the girl with whom he had just been fighting fiercely.

The light emanating from the wound enveloped the two of them.

"........."

During the recovery period, Gray remained silent with her face turned away and her head lowered.

Is she very shy, or does she not want others to see her appearance?

What a strange child! Altria had no time to think about it and continued to perform her healing magic.

After Gray's injuries improved, she finally couldn't help but complain.

"That idiot Rhodes...what on earth is he thinking?

Why would a human girl come to such a place?

Isn't that too much? I'll definitely beat him up the next time I see him!"

"That... isn't the case."

The silent girl defended Rod.

"It wasn't Brother Rod... it was my master's request. I took the initiative to come here with Miss Mordred."

"Why?"

Altria asked in confusion, but the girl hesitated and said nothing.

Altria puffed up her cheeks angrily: "You were coerced, after all... That's terrible, so terrible."

“It’s really not like that!”

The girl suddenly raised her head and made a sound with strong emotion.

"I took the initiative to propose it. Master is also very troubled! My willfulness has caused trouble for everyone!"

Staring at her with those firm and aware grey eyes, Altria nodded in a daze.

"Oh, yes, that's it... I'm sorry."

Gray also realized that she was too excited and quickly apologized to her.

"It's okay, it's okay, I don't take it to heart."

Altria smiled and waved her hand.

"The injury has healed."

"Thank you, Miss Altria."

The gray girl removed part of her hood and thanked her.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Halfway through her laugh, Altria's expression froze.

Her eyes widened.

It was only then that the fairy of paradise saw clearly for the first time the face hidden under the hood.

Exactly the same as myself.

……

……

……

A short break after the trial.

The legendary Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, was lying on the ground soundly asleep, while Altria and Gray were sitting beside her chatting.

The gray girl gently touched her exposed cheek and suddenly spoke.

"You must be wondering why I have the same face as you.

Mordred is the son of King Arthur, but why would a human like me have this face..."

“No… I haven’t thought about it that way. Absolutely not… Hahahaha…”

Altria said she didn't care, but her stiff acting betrayed her.

Gray said calmly: "This face is not actually my real face."

"Why……?"

The Son of Prophecy had a somewhat demented expression.

"My family line... was created by someone who was able to wield the Holy Spear Rungomyniad."

Gray then held the Holy Lance that had transformed back into a cube in her palm and explained in a calm tone.

"Brother Rod... Master said that my ancestors might be descendants of witches, but he couldn't say for sure what the truth was."

"My family believes that as long as we create a replica of the original owner,

If one can completely imitate not only the appearance, but also the limbs, muscle structure, and even the internal organs and blood vessels of the original, then he will be able to wield the Holy Lance."

Of course, it is said that the hero possessed many mysterious genes that have been lost in modern times and cannot be completely imitated.

But Gray's ancestors believed that even if they only imitated the human part of the hero, they should be able to find some light.

How crazy was it that they continued to endure failure for hundreds, perhaps even thousands of years?

At the end of adhering to this creed as if it were a curse, what did the masters of all generations see?

“This attempt really succeeded ten years ago.”

Ten years ago, the reasons were unknown.

At least at birth, Gray should have just been a good talent, a failure as usual.

But, ten years ago.

Gray's face as a child changed drastically from that day on.

Although she did retain her previous appearance and was similar, her face was gradually becoming someone else's, a face that no longer belonged to me.

It wasn't just the face, Gray could clearly hear the sound of the body itself gradually changing.