My mother's love song

Oberon immediately understood the boy's idea: "Are you going to... make me the... soul core for the sacrifice?"

Rhode raised his lips and sneered, "Yes, although I said I would fulfill your wish, I never said how to fulfill it, okay?

The will of the British Isles, born with the end of the Mysterious Age, which longs for its own destruction, is manifested.

Oberon Vortigern, your hatred for the Fairy Kingdom should be an excellent nutrient for [Cursed Disaster].

As long as I get your soul core, the corpse of Cernunnos will rise again... huh?"

Rhodes observed Auberon, whose forehead was covered with cold sweat, and said, “What’s your expression?

At this point, you shouldn't start to cherish your life.

It’s nothing, just one life. How many lives have you sacrificed so far?

But this time, the object of the "sacrifice" was changed from someone else to myself, so it's not something worth making a fuss about, right?

Such a small sacrifice is nothing compared to your wish for the demise of the Fairy Kingdom."

"Well"

Oberon half opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, more reverse holy swords emerged from behind Rhodes.

Countless swords swept across the sky and fell like a rainstorm.

Oberon fell from the sky and landed in the bottomless abyss of the cave.

"!!!"

The next moment, a huge amount of cursed magic power never seen before gushed out from the pitch-black hole.

"What? Isn't this something that can be accomplished?

You must have not been aware enough before, aware enough. "

Before Oberon was completely swallowed by darkness, Rhodes clearly saw the smile on the corner of his mouth.

That is the expression that only a person with a strong obsession would show when he gets what he wants.

"...Ah! I should have beaten him up before I killed him!

This punch is for Murrayne, this punch is for Bagster, this punch is... never mind."

Rhodes took one last glance at the large cave where crickets were gradually beginning to pupate, then turned and left.

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In the evening of the day after the decisive battle began, the fighting in front of the gates of Camelot gradually became intense.

At this time, Altria entered the palace alone.

All the soldiers who followed and escorted her died in the battle, and in the end, only Altria Caster was able to enter the palace.

Today, the Child of Prophecy is unable to feel sad about the death of her companions. Her lack of emotions is a sequelae of her explosive growth in a short period of time.

Altria recalled what Morgan had said to her in the past.

"As long as we have the magical power stored in this jade clock, we don't have to worry about major disasters.

Then, only the chosen fairy can control this throne. "

"As proof of the completion of the pilgrimage, the Amyrlin is the key to maintaining Britain.

Wedge of Paradise, Avalon Le Fay, you have been chosen.

If you are the mediator chosen by the Rod of Choice, you do have the legitimacy to correct me."

“Even if you fight against me and the earth flows with rivers of blood, you will not be guilty of any sin.

If you want to save Britain, defeat me, seize the throne and try to fulfill that stupid prophecy.

You should know better than anyone that there is no other way."

"…End this, Morgan."

Altria raised her jade arm and pointed the tip of the mythical staff at the Queen of Winter on the jade throne.

"I will take over the Amyrlin Throne and Rhodes."

Chapter 915: Unreachable Love, Destined One is...

The gate of Camelot, which "only the innocent can pass through", was broken by the Son of Prophecy, and the new Queen's army followed closely and poured into the city area.

Then, without exception, they were all shocked by this royal capital.

Although it looks very spectacular from the outside, the magnificent view you see once you enter the main gate will be unforgettable for everyone.

Camelot, the Queen's City, is truly the end and center of the world.

"This is the city built by Ash... no, Queen Morgan. What an amazing amount of magic power reserves...!

We've discovered several mana cores so far, but it's no exaggeration to say that the storage here is even greater than any of them!

No, now is not the time to be moved."

Percival commanded an army that had become disorganized and on its own.

"Everyone! Don't let your guard down! No matter how optimistic the situation is, as long as Morgan still holds the Holy Lance, we can't say we have an advantage!

At the critical moment, she might use the Rhongomyniad! That weapon can cut off everything on the surface of the earth. It must reach the Amyrlin before the entire city is destroyed!"

"Longominyad...?"

After hearing Percival's speech, the soldiers all looked confused.

"Master, what is Longomyniad? Is it the name of the Fairy Knight? However, we have never heard of this term..."

Percival said: "Longominiard, that is"

"It is the pillar of light that was placed by His Majesty Morgan in front of the main gate of Camelot, facing the large cave... Don't you know about this, members of the Round Table Army?"

The sound came from above.

“In pan-human history, it is a storm anchor that fixes the surface of the world and emits starlight.

The Planet's End, which was barely formed into a Noble Phantasm with the help of thirteen restraints, was enough to evaporate the fortress city of Camelot from the surface with just one strike.

However, such a terrible weapon was learned by His Majesty Morgan as a mage and mass-produced.

Now... you should know exactly what kind of woman you are against, right?"

The fairy standing in the dusk sky as if not controlled by the planet's gravity, looking at Britain, has only one wing

Her petite figure cast cold words as Melyuchina looked down at the young knight on the ground.

"That won't do, Percival. You won't let your subordinates work for you without first explaining the situation to them."

“Fairy Knight Lan… It’s Lancelot!”

There was a noisy shouting in the army that was almost like wailing.

Even if Melyucina was defeated by the Son of Prophecy, it did not damage her reputation as the strongest person in the Fairy Kingdom that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Rather, it is because of tasting the sour fruit of defeat that this fairy knight has become sharper than before.

The noble scales of the strongest species were covered in dust by the defeat, but as a knight, Lancelot went one step further.

It was because Artoria knew this situation that she deliberately left the main force in order to avoid a battle with Lancelot.

On the other side, the soldiers in the city were thrown into chaos by the appearance of the strongest fairy knight.

It was their commander who stepped forward to calm the troops at this time. With just a loud shout, Percival calmed the chaotic army.

"You've grown a little, Percival.

Although I am not an excellent fighter, I am still an outstanding soldier."

The smile of relief that appeared on Lancelot's lips was fleeting and disappeared in an instant.

"But where on earth did you hear the term Longonemiade?

No one in Britain has ever seen the light of the Gun of End.

His Majesty Morgan never used the Holy Lance even during his conquest of the Fairy Kingdom.

Answer me, Percival, how is it that you know the name of Longominiade?"

"..."

As the Dragon Fairy descended, he deployed his spears and shields. Standing on the ground, Percival looked at the Fairy Knight from afar with a serious face.

"This is a follower from pan-human history"

"Ah, is it Auberon?"

Lancelot gave a beautiful smile that showed obvious contempt.

"I've heard from Rod about the great liar named Oberon."

"...?"

Percival frowned in confusion.

Lancelot crossed his arms over his chest and explained proudly.

"Oberon is a suspicious fellow who claims to be a Servant of Panhuman History.

A bug that approaches everyone with ulterior motives, secretly colludes with resistance forces, and hides in the shadows of the Fairy Kingdom in a mysterious way.

Rod said that it was that bastard who led the honest and kind-hearted Percival astray and made him a bad person. "

"Varied"

Percival's mouth opened wide, and Lancelot continued to speak as if he understood.

"Rejected the invitation of His Majesty Morgan and organized the inexplicable Round Table Army.

They raised the banner of rebellion against Camelot and even anointed the Son of Prophecy as the true king... It was really too much.

Percival, you became like this because you believed what that guy called Oberon said... I understand, yes, I understand.

But don't worry, Rhodes should have killed Oberon by now.

When the war is over, I will ask His Majesty Morgan and Rhodes to at least spare your life."

"It's not like this!"

Percival shouted back excitedly.

"All my actions so far have been out of my own will, and I have not been bewitched by anyone!"

"........."

The smile on Lancelot's face disappeared instantly.

"Ah, really?"

The fairy knight, who had a bright face just now, became ruthless in an instant.

Lancelot said coldly, fighting spirit flashing in Huang Yu's beautiful eyes.

"You have really grown up, Percival.

Since you said this is the path you chose, I can only respect this freedom.

However, since you have chosen to be the enemy of His Majesty Morgan and me, you should be prepared accordingly."

Enduring the biting chill brought by the murderous intent, Percival took a deep breath and looked at the fairy knight who had lost his name.

Lancelot

For Percival, who was adopted by Aurora as a "selection candidate for the Child of Prophecy", she is like a sister.

During the days of the secret facility, Woodworth and Lancelot taught Percival the art of a warrior and stayed with him until he was 10 years old. This happened 6 years ago.

Percival, who looks like a young man in his 20s and is trusted by everyone, is actually a 16-year-old boy of the same age as Altria.

However, his remaining life span was running out.

The Holy Spear Longinus in Percival's hand has the same principle as the Tenshou Armament [Black Spear], which absorbs life force and converts it into magic power to increase the power.

After wielding the Holy Lance for the first time, Percival instantly looked several years older.