My mother's love song

No, that's impossible.

Francesca's affectionate confession and impromptu performance in front of the bell hall just now were perfect.

This is something that only creators who truly see themselves as part of the story can do.

But it is also true that she failed to achieve the dramatic effect she wanted.

“Hey… come to think of it, even if you subconsciously feel that you’ve been deceived, you should have some reaction, right?

I originally thought I would see Altria crying and looking pitiful, but I didn't expect that to happen.

Could it be that this child is actually much stronger than I thought?"

Francesca poked her chin with her finger and frowned, "No matter what happens, your faith is unshakable, just like Jeanne-chan.

As expected of Altria-chan! Great! It's worth it that I gave you the Aring Core that I finally got!

Add to that the hair we got from Ainsel before, and now all the conditions are met for the sixth bell to ring!

Let me wait and see how you perform in the future~"

The girl in the Gothic dress twirled her parasol happily and skipped into the darkness on her high heels.

At this moment, the last bell rang from the bell hall above.

The bell that resounded through the sky was both a declaration of war against the most powerful fairy knight and a cheer to congratulate the birth of the new king.

Chapter 910 The side that loves Rhodes more will win! So I will win!

The moment the last bell rang through the sky of the Fairy Kingdom, the Bell Hall was reduced to ashes in the rush of huge magic power.

Incredible energy erupted from the center of the city, transforming into a gorgeous tornado that pierced through the sky and earth and illuminated the dusk.

The protection that was originally extended to every corner of the city and was used to protect the soldiers of the Round Table Army and the rebel army suddenly disappeared.

In contrast, all energy is concentrated at one point.

A brilliant and eternal light shone, enveloping the body of the Son of Savior.

A fairy with long golden hair and a delicate face, a girl who is similar to Altria's original appearance, yet out of reach.

She was still wearing her pilgrimage attire and holding the Staff of Selection, and her appearance was no different from before.

However, the powerful strength and strong will that emanated from her petite body made those who knew her dare to assert that it was definitely not her.

Although her face and body shape have not changed, the girl looks more mature and cooler after losing her playfulness and liveliness.

In the center of the forehead of the girl who reminded people of the guardian [knight], beneath her flowing bangs, a golden cross-shaped seal vaguely appeared.

A certain foundation of armament, yes... the sacred and mysterious sword inscription.

No one knows what fate this sign means.

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Having completed his pilgrimage, the Son of Savior detached himself from the earth and left the Bell Hall which had been reduced to ruins.

She had no interest in the town that had been torn apart, and just looked from afar at the culprit that caused it all.

Then, the strongest enemy appeared before the Son of Savior.

That is the pulse of the birth of a star, which is equivalent to the history of the celestial body itself.

The radiance of the realm that exists with the planets.

With the fairy eyes that Altria possessed, she immediately understood Lancelot's real name.

It is different from the fairies of paradise who were born with a mission, and it is also different from the Holy Sword of the Stars which was forged as a weapon to resist foreign enemies.

Albion's very existence is a miracle.

Altria stared at the Fairy Knight calmly, while Lancelot had a suspicious look on his face.

What's going on here?

The child of prophecy looks a little strange? She turned out to be a girl with this kind of temperament... How is this possible!

The Fairy Knight felt a strong sense of strangeness due to his natural intuition as a dragon.

Did just ringing the sixth bell cause such a drastic change in her entire temperament?

By the way, where is the little girl who followed the Child of Prophecy?

Forcing himself to remain calm, Lancelot spoke.

"You actually withdrew the protection of the entire Round Table Army... Does it matter what happens to your companions?"

Altria did not answer her question, but murmured in a low tone.

"The Dragon of Albion... is the enemy I am least able to deal with."

"........."

Lancelot's beautiful eyelashes trembled in annoyance.

Comments like "not good at coping" should be comments from those in a higher position of power to those in a lower position.

“Although I don’t know what happened, and I don’t know how you rang the bell of the Mirror Clan, but…

Our stance has not changed, so it should be okay for me to continue to regard you as an enemy, right? Child of Prophecy."

Then, the refreshed girl, Altria Caster, answered without hostility.

"Even if I tell you to stop here today and return to Camelot, you still don't intend to stop, right, Lancelot?"

"Yes, it's almost time for the farce in Britain to end."

The silver-haired fairy narrowed her eyes and said happily.

"There is no need for my king and my beloved to take action to threaten all enemies of Camelot and the Fairy Kingdom.

The son of prophecy, Percival and his human subordinates, the undead from the fairy calendar, and the coming catastrophe...

They will all be destroyed by me, the Fairy Knight Lancelot."

A confident smile appeared on the most beautiful face, and the strongest girl never doubted her victory.

"Okay... I just wanted to confirm that."

The person who used to be Altria Caster closed her eyes, and magical power surged around her.

"Now, I am facing Flame ■■ as my opponent. To what extent can I release my power?"

The next moment, the magic power wrapped around the golden girl took shape into a physical entity.

The gleaming blue blade surged out from the space beside Altria like thunder.

It is a famous sword from the legend of pan-human history, once wielded by the King of Ideals.

Kavenan of Shadows and Spumeda of Lightning appeared on the Dusk Island in the form of magic costumes.

Because its power is even greater than the original, it is just the most basic attack method for Altria.

The shining blade rushed towards the fairy knight like waves on the cape.

"You're so arrogant that you used magic to weave a treasure... But it's nothing compared to the Holy Spear Magic [Rongomyniad] of His Majesty Morgan!"

Lancelot dodged the first round of volleys with ease, as gracefully as dancing in the air, and then used the fairy sword to knock away all the swords shot by Altria.

Although the blade with wind magic was not enough to penetrate the dragon fairy's skin, her dignity as the strongest species did not allow her to withstand any attack.

While perfectly avoiding the attack of the Child of Prophecy, she also approached Altria with unimaginable maneuverability.

On the other side, the blond fairy of paradise just controlled several swords to chase Lancelot, while he himself distanced himself from the approaching opponent.

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war in the air.

According to Lancelot's understanding, the Child of Prophecy was obviously a witch but was very keen on hand-to-hand combat.

However, after all the bells were rung, Artoria, who had gained the ability to fly, no longer engaged in close combat, but instead kept her distance and engaged in long-range guerrilla warfare with Lancelot.

Could it be that as her temperament changed, her combat thinking also changed?

No, actually it’s no wonder…

The Fairy Knight thought proudly, unlike the small fry you faced in the past, your opponent now is me, Lancelot!

It was almost at this time that the Fairy Knight realized the source of the strange feeling he had been feeling until now.

Dragon species.

Lancelot smelled the scent of a dragon on Altria Caster, who had just finished her pilgrimage.

Although she does not have the attributes of a dragon or a dragon's heart, her body is still that of a fairy.

But Lancelot's instinct was not wrong.

Altria Custer became the last dragon in this world [Fairy Kingdom Britain].

"Really... Really... Is that so?! That's exactly what I want!"

Lancelot bit his thin lips and revealed a cold and cruel smile that was not typical of a knight.

"Let me bite you to pieces! Child of prophecy!"

The duel between the oldest dragon and the last dragon. From the scene, it seems that Lancelot is hunting Altria in the air.

However, there was no impatience on the face of the newborn Son of Savior.

She used Kavenan and Spumeda to restrain the dragon fairy while wrapping her magic power around her palm.

Then, she released a wave of magical power that was powerful enough to distort space.

After completing her pilgrimage, Altria's basic abilities have become incredibly powerful. Her magical bombardment alone has the firepower of an anti-military treasure.

But that was nothing to Lancelot.

She wrapped the fairy swords in both hands with light, and then swung them out in a flash.

The magical bombardment that was originally powerful enough to penetrate the city wall was intercepted and shattered by Lancelot's graceful slash, and turned into an explosion of magical power and dissipated completely.

"……snort!"

But when Lancelot rushed out of the smoke and dust of the explosion, he frowned slightly.

Because a treasure that had never been seen before appeared in Altria's hand.

The right hand that should have been holding the Staff of Selection, instead grasped a staff that was too large to be the sword of the girl.

Unlike the swarm of blades that attacked Lancelot, this was not a fantasy costume created by the Child of Prophecy through magic, but a Noble Phantasm transformed from a prototype.

At the front end is a sharp alien giant blade, and at the rear end is the chosen staff where the glory of the fairies of paradise lies.

The Staff of the Chosen One, bestowed by the Fairy of the Lake, is an extremely noble and shining being.

That is the proof of the Great Mother who created the world, which can only be obtained by fairies born in the inner sea of ​​​​the stars and drifting to the surface.

However, Altria transformed it into a strange giant sword without a second thought.

Seeing this scene, Lancelot couldn't help but think of another fairy from paradise who had abandoned the Staff of Selection.

"What is that? You actually transformed the Staff of Selection into a weapon... Are you planning to give up your mission!?"

The dragon fairy stopped in the air and couldn't help asking.

Altria shook her head calmly.

"I just realized what Ash realized 2000 years ago."

That's right, the fairy kingdom cannot be saved by just relying on a staff to heal companions.

This was a fact that Altria's sister had long understood, and now she also believed it deeply.

At the same time, memories of important people also awaken in the girl's mind at this time.

The legend of pan-human history that Rhodes once told Artoria.

"King Arthur's strongest weapon? Of course it's the scabbard... No, the second one?"

“Hmm… I really want to say the Holy Sword of the Stars or the Holy Lance, but at a time like this I should say something less popular to show my class, right?”

Although Artoria did not quite understand Rhodes' mentality at the time, she was deeply attracted by the name of the sword that the boy said next.

"Mythical Costume Mamiyadez..."

The girl recalled Rhodes' words and said lightly.