My mother's love song

Even if it was just to walk side by side with him...

I will replace the boy and stand forever on the strongest throne on this planet.

"…So, I must be the strongest.

Even though I am just the right claw that was cut off and discarded by the dragon

Even if I lose most of my body, I still have to be the strongest... Yes, just like Rhodes."

The fairy knight Lancelot squinted her eyes in the wind, twisted her lithe body, and looked at the city that was destroyed to pieces by her own power.

"Child of prophecy, I will use your fate to prove that I am the strongest."

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below.

“Haaaa…haaaa…haaaa…haaa…!”

The girls ran wildly through the streets of the town, avoiding the gazes from above.

The excessive use of magic in the battle with Lancelot made Altria's internal organs churn, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Wait, wait! Gareth! We can't run away! Hector and the others are still there, I can't leave them behind!"

"It's okay, Lady Altria! Lancelot won't kill them! Her target has been you from the beginning!"

Gareth ran while gasping for breath.

In order to make her body lighter, she even threw away the large shield and lance that were the symbols of knighthood, and desperately dragged the child of prophecy through the city.

Stepping on the rubble, crossing the gullies, and running through the streets with bad footholds, Altria frowned and shouted.

"But... running away like this isn't a solution! Gareth, we still have to fight Lancelot!"

After the Child of Prophecy said this, Gareth replied.

"Come with me! Lady Altria! I know a way to defeat Lancelot!"

"what?"

The Child of Prophecy couldn't help but frown in suspicion.

She already knew how powerful Lancelot was.

Although Bagster is very strong, Lancelot's strength is still not on the same level as hers.

The title of the strongest is no exaggeration. It is not an opponent that can be defeated by any tricks or cleverness.

“I see! Haha, haha… Yeah, I see!”

Altria looked in the direction Gareth was looking and saw one of the most eye-catching buildings in Oxford.

Bell Hall.

An inexplicable strange feeling surged in the girl's chest, and she asked in confusion.

“Wait, Gareth, we just rang the bell of the Fang Clan, why are we turning back here?

Is there no way to defeat Lancelot here?"

Gareth paused.

"Lady Artoria."

The usually cheerful girl's voice suddenly became solemn, which deepened the child of prophecy's inner uneasiness.

"You are the only one who can defeat Lancelot. I have always believed in this."

Altria said sheepishly: "Oh... yeah, really, thank you... but I think you think too highly of me, don't you?

That's not an opponent I can defeat alone, I need the strength of everyone."

They stood in front of the main entrance of the Bell Hall, and the young knight shook her head at the Child of Prophecy.

"No, that's not the case. Lady Altria always shares her power with everyone and leads those around her in this way.

But I know this is wrong.”

"Mistake... or something like that? Isn't that too much?...Gareth, you're really acting weird today?"

Altria looked surprised, only to see Gareth's face tense as he continued.

"Before I met Lady Altria, when I was wandering around Britain, I heard the story of a king in pan-human history."

"...!"

Although no name was mentioned, Altria immediately knew who the king was referring to.

“It is said that the ideal king who was always victorious did not rely on his approachable character or his sensitivity to his subordinates, but conquered all the soldiers and the people with his performance on the battlefield.

Only when all the knights follow him will he be called the Knight King by everyone. "

Gareth said to a stunned Altria.

“Everyone around him was fascinated by the king’s bravery and noble character, but no one was aware of his secrets and troubles.

The king who holds the holy sword cannot be injured or age, so he is not regarded as a human being. Even if he has the appearance of a girl, he is only praised as a handsome man.

No one can understand the king, and the king cannot understand anyone, walking on the road of eternal loneliness.

That's Altria from Panhuman History, right?"

"Wait a minute... Gareth-chan, what do you want to say..."

"If you think about it, the same is true for Queen Morgan.

For two thousand years, she has never opened her heart to anyone and has sat alone on the throne of Camelot. Because of this, she has the absolute power to rule the fairy kingdom. "

Gareth sighed, "If Lady Altria doesn't do that, she won't be able to defeat the Fairy Knight and the Queen, and there's no way she can save Britain."

"…………"

Altria did not agree with her point of view.

The king should not close his heart, but open it to everyone and share his trust.

The Child of Prophecy would identify more with a queen like Noknaree than the cold-blooded Morgan.

However, she couldn't say anything to refute.

Because every time Artoria was deeply attracted by the figure of the Knight King that appeared in her dreams after the bell rang.

Longing for another self, yet afraid of becoming another self, Altria feels helpless about her own cowardice.

Rod...what should I do?

Can I save Britain if I can't become King Arthur?

"Gareth...?"

Altria noticed that something was wrong with her expression.

"I have noticed, Lady Altria...my true identity."

"what?"

Gareth said calmly, "I am a fairy from the Mirror Clan. My predecessor's name was Ainsel."

"!?"

Altria's eyes widened: "Ainsel... How is this possible? Gareth?!"

"Hahaha, I'm a little sad that Lady Altria reacted so violently."

The girl scratched her cheek and said, "Well, I think I am probably Ainsel, the princess of the Mirror Clan who was reincarnated as the next generation in order to guide the Child of Prophecy...

Ugh, it’s a little embarrassing for the princess to say this, haha.”

The Son of Prophecy opened his mouth halfway, unable to speak.

Although Gareth revealed his identity to her, Altria still felt unreal.

Could it be that... I am actually a very cold-blooded fairy?

On the other side, Gareth was still speaking in a farewell tone.

“It’s great that I was able to be reborn as a second generation.

The days I spent with Lady Altria were like a dream to me.

A disaster is about to happen and everyone is very nervous, but I seem to be the only one who is cheerful every day. It's so embarrassing.

But... I am very clear about my mission. The only thing I should protect is to guide the Son of Prophecy.

I don't want to lose anything else because of this.

So, that’s it.”

Gareth said, “In this fairy country, you are the only one who can defeat Lancelot and Morgan.

Lady Altria, please become the king who liberates the fairy kingdom."

After saying this

The Son of Prophecy seemed to realize something and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Gareth!"

She shouted and reached out her hand to the girl, but she was still a step too late.

The young knight drew the dagger from her waist and slashed it across her neck.

"I heard that the pilgrimage bell was transformed from the remains of the [clan leader who died]."

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

“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 last clan leader will become a bell."

Altria: “………………Gareth?”

Everything happened so suddenly.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the girl's slender neck with amazing force.

Then, Gareth fell into a pool of blood like a puppet with its strings cut, and was completely dead.

The whole process only takes a few seconds.

Altria stared blankly at the girl's body lying on the ground, which quickly turned into a dead tree.

This is the fate of all British fairies, becoming part of the earth after death...even the clan leaders are no exception.

"……Well."

After ringing the five pilgrimage bells, the Son of Savior's power even surpassed Bagst, but at this moment he could do nothing.

But that’s not the point.

The key point is that there was no ripple in Altria's heart.

The follower girl who had been traveling with her for two months decisively committed suicide in order to become stronger, and she did not feel any sadness at all.

Is it because it is commonplace? Or is there something hidden that even I am not aware of?

If it were her in the past, she might have burst into tears and couldn't even stand up.

Now, Altria seems to have grown up and her mood has changed.

She just picked up Gareth's remains from the ground with an expressionless face and slowly walked towards the bell hall.

Ringing the sixth bell was her only thought at the moment.

“Ah heh heh heh…ah heh heh heh? Is that weird?”

The Gothic Lolita with gorgeous silver hair poked her head out from the outer wall of the bell hall and looked at the Child of Prophecy walking away in amazement.

"Did I mess up my performance just now? I clearly feel like I did a great job.

But why... Altria-chan's reaction was so calm?

Could it be that she has already realized through her goblin eyes that Gareth is actually a fake and that I don’t really regard her as a friend?”