My mother's love song

Isn't a clock a thing for telling time? Why is it related to pilgrimage?"

In Britain and Western Europe in pan-human history, fairies would often appear in human villages and cause trouble, so humans built bell-ringing halls to prevent the fairies.

And in the fairy kingdom, what is the significance of the pilgrimage bell?

After all, no goblin knows when the clock came into existence.

Perhaps only the Queen of Camelot would know, after all, her predecessor was

"?"

Everyone widened their eyes and suddenly realized a fact.

Since Morgan knows the truth about the bell because of his experience in the Fairy Calendar, then Altria, the second generation savior,

Everyone turned their eyes to Altria.

"Ah... that... haha."

The Child of Prophecy scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Well... I actually know a little about the inside story of the Pilgrimage Bell. I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Knowing she couldn't hide it any longer, she hesitated for a while before speaking.

“I heard that the Pilgrimage Bell was formed from the remains of a clan leader who died.

Obedience to the fairies of paradise and recognition of the mission of [liberating Britain].

The six clans of that era gave up being the children of Arin and became fairies of the earth... to show the sound of apology [song] of the agreement."

Everyone was surprised to hear the facts from Altria's mouth.

"A song of apology. The pilgrimage is actually an apology to Britain..."

"The remains of the clan leader... aren't they the remains of the original fairy...?"

Oberon cried out in surprise and Altria nodded.

“Yes, although it was originally the remains of the ancestor, it seems to have been destroyed or lost in the disaster.

So it seems that as a replacement, the remains of the current patriarch will become a bell."

In fact, these details were the result of her discussion with Rhodes when she was in Salisbury.

"Hey hey... the pilgrimage bell, turns out to be the remains of the clan leader."

Gareth rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

Just at this time

A flash of light fell from the sky not far away.

When everyone noticed the brilliant light, a huge roar dominated the heaven and earth.

The pierced city wall turned into pieces of rubble, the dust raised formed a terrifying hurricane, and flames burst out into the sky.

“W-what…!?”

"An enemy attack? Why at this time?"

Everyone left the bell hall in a panic and stopped a soldier who was running around in the street to ask him what was going on.

"What happened? Why didn't I see any enemy? Where were the watchmen on the walls?"

"calm down."

Percival patted the soldier on the shoulder, whose face was dominated by fear and panic.

"The current situation... is that the enemy has appeared, right?"

"Yes."

The soldier nodded quickly, and everyone became nervous.

The troops stationed in Oxford have fallen into serious chaos, and it seems that the Queen's Army's offensive is quite fierce.

However, when Percival asked the enemy's unit number, he received an unexpected answer.

"There is only one enemy... the Fairy Knight! Here he comes! It's Fairy Knight Lancelot...!"

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When everyone arrived at the destroyed city wall, they saw a silver-haired fairy wearing gorgeous armor standing in the sky.

Lancelot, flying in the sky on silver wings, soon noticed them and began to slowly descend from a high altitude.

It was as if it was not controlled by the gravity of the planet. The whole process was both beautiful and strange.

"Lancelot!"

Altria stared at the graceful figure and was the first to call out her name.

"Oh, all the familiar faces are here."

Appearing before Lancelot were Artoria, Percival, Gareth, Hector, and Habertlot.

Oberon said he had to go check the damage to the city walls and the losses of the garrison, so he did not come along.

"The Son of Prophecy..."

Britain's most beautiful features were hidden by a mask, but even so, contempt could be felt in her voice.

"The last time I saw you was at the Fairy Ball in Gloucester.

Did you feel lonely because I had other "dance partners" and didn't have time to pay attention to you? "

"…………I don't want to see you at all. I'd rather see Tristan than you."

Altria glared at Lancelot with an unhappy look, and the dragon fairy sighed.

“Well, it’s a bit hurtful to be compared to Tristan… At least Bagster should be compared to him.

But even if you don't want to see me, it's useless.

Following the orders of His Majesty Morgan, I will be responsible for recovering the heads of the Son of Prophecy and Percival, the leader of the Round Table Army."

"Do you think you can defeat us by yourself?"

When Gareth, who was hiding behind Altria, shouted this, Lancelot smiled happily.

"Of course."

She whispered softly: "You can come together, it won't affect me.

Or rather, that was my intention from the beginning.

Well, if you think I can win by sheer numbers like Woodworth, you are very wrong."

While the Fairy Knight was bragging, everyone took out their equipment and surrounded Lancelot from all directions.

"Compared to Sheffield, your demeanor is totally different...

This is probably not just the effect of the Child of Prophecy's blessing, it seems that you have indeed grown a lot during the pilgrimage."

The round table pattern on Lancelot's armor was full of magical power, which was a sign of her excitement.

The Dragon Fairy's voice was very passionate, yet colder than freezing.

“This is worth cutting open, it’s really great…

There are very few opponents who can really make me fight them, but you are about to be chopped into pieces... It's really sad to be the strongest species."

Altria said with a mocking expression: "What a cocky guy, you mean you didn't use your full strength before?

"Of course! It would be a waste to reserve my strength against you!"

Along with the girl's passionate shouts, the silver light from the realm completely obscured everyone's vision.

"My name is Fairy Knight Lancelot! Pan-human quasi-god, watch me cut you into pieces!"

The next moment, Lancelot turned into a ray of light and rushed straight towards Artoria.

If he had to pick an opponent, it would of course be the Child of Prophecy. With this belief in mind, the Fairy Knight delivered a fatal blow to the blonde girl.

The moment seemed too brief and Artoria was unable to avoid it.

Even though the Fairy Eyes captured Lancelot's movements, the body could not keep up with the Realm Dragon's speed.

The flashing blade is about to pierce the girl's chest

"Artoria!"

Lancelot's figure disappeared from the front, replaced by the knight's tall back.

Percival placed the large shield in front of him, blocking the attack of the Goblin Knight in front of the Child of Prophecy.

Even the fairy sword Arondate, which was made of the hardest material on the planet, could not penetrate the Cretaceous Knight's shield.

"Percival, I was planning to deal with you last..."

Lancelot muttered, but her eyes were still fixed on Artoria through the knight.

"Don't be distracted!"

Percival roared loudly to attract her attention, and stabbed Lancelot repeatedly with the holy spear in his hand.

Although he was tall and fully armed, the guns he swung were light yet heavy, and each blow contained great power.

In terms of speed alone, no one in the world can compare with Lancelot, so he increased the weight of the tip of the spear.

He kept aiming at the vital soul core of Lancelot's petite body and launched deadly thrusts.

But

"Don't brag, Percival! When did you grow up to be able to tell me "don't be distracted"? "

There was a flash of white light.

Lancelot nimbly dodged the edge of the holy spear, and then stabbed the fairy sword into Percival's chest at the fastest speed and shortest path.

"Ugh!!!"

The leader of the Round Table, who was known in the Fairy Kingdom as the strongest human, was easily defeated.

Their physiques differed by several times, but Percival flew out like a cannonball.

“Isn’t this not much progress?

It's unbelievable that Woodworth would lose to someone of your caliber."

Before Lancelot could catch his breath, the second round of attacks followed.

"You've been getting carried away since just now! Is that the kind of person you are? How annoying!"

A pink magic thread shot out from Habertlot's spinning loom and entangled Lancelot's body.

Hector followed suit, sprinting forward and swinging his axe at the goblin knight.

The Child of Prophecy coordinated with the two, weaving a strong wind in the air.

The wind blade reminiscent of a sharp dagger swirled in the sky and stabbed towards Lancelot, vowing to crush the pride of the strongest fairy knight.

At this moment, at this instant, the three of them brought the tacit understanding they had accumulated during the pilgrimage to its fullest.

however

Lancelot jumped up seemingly lightly and rushed from the ground to the sky, avoiding all attacks while also breaking the spinning fairy's thin thread.

Unlike any other species on the planet, Albion's flight does not rely on flapping wings, releasing magic power, or even the use of magic or powers.

Flying comes to her as naturally as breathing.

"It's really shameless to escape up there!" Habertlot shouted angrily.

"But no one has ever stipulated that battles must take place on a flat surface. The world is three-dimensional. You are a member of the Wing Clan."

The dragon fairy stands proudly in the sky and overlooks all living things, her body filled with noble magic power like starlight.

Altria and the others bit their lips. Even though they were unwilling to admit it verbally, they understood that the enemy only needed one horse to destroy the entire round table.

However, at this moment, a light no less brilliant than that of the Fairy Knight burst out from the ground.

Percival, who had been knocked dozens of meters away, had stood up from the ground at some point and pointed his gun towards the sky.