My mother's love song

Aurora believed that the child of prophecy should be a child. She judged that Percival was worthless and decisively abandoned him and the entire plan.

At this point, Percival should have lived an ordinary life like an ordinary human being, but he still chose to rebel against the queen.

Lancelot didn't know that Percival did this for her, in order to free the Dragon Fairy.

Percival firmly believed that Lancelot had always been bound by his identity as a fairy knight.

"Then, if we defeat His Majesty Morgan, she will surely be free again."

Based on this extremely selfish reason, Percival organized the Round Table Army and began to declare his righteous cause to overthrow tyranny.

If Oberon is a great liar, then I, Percival, am also a complete liar.

Then, today

The moment he met her again on the battlefield, Percival understood one thing.

The person who can save Lancelot and set her free is not herself.

Since Percival was very young, Lancelot often told the story of the Goblin Emperor to everyone in the facility.

Whenever the name "Lord" was mentioned, Lancelot's beautiful features always glowed beautifully and shone brightly.

It was not the Fairy Knight but the Fairy Calendar that imprisoned the Dragon Fairy. Lancelot has been living in the past 2000 years ago.

Also known as

Only when she recalled the boy in pan-human history was she free.

Percival had actually realized ten years ago that he was not the one who saved Lancelot.

Only when she is by the side of the man of destiny [Lord], she is the most beautiful and shining fairy. Lancelot will surely be able to

"……Yeah."

Percival's face was gloomy.

Have I deceived so many people so far just for my own wishful thinking?

He turned his head helplessly, looked at the soldiers behind him, and then froze.

"........."

The human soldiers standing behind Percival all cast firm glances at him.

Even though the strongest fairy knight was right in front of them, they did not run away, but chose to stand behind them.

They believed that as long as Percival was there, even Lancelot would not be a threat.

Yeah……

Although my original intention of establishing the round table was for my own selfish reasons, everyone is still willing to trust me.

Percival's eyes widened in astonishment, feeling with his body the heavy trust placed on him.

"…Hello, Percival."

Lancelot frowned slightly and broke the silence.

"Feel sorry."

When the young knight in chalk armor raised his head again, the confusion on his face was gone.

"Oh... your expression finally looks more presentable. Are you ready?"

Lancelot narrowed his eyes and asked, "Percival, what are you fighting for?"

"To trust my companions, and to overthrow the tyranny of His Majesty Morgan."

Percival answered without hesitation.

This is not a lie.

Only this time, it was not for Lancelot, but for his companions.

For the Fairy Kingdom, for the Round Table, for Altria, for Oberon... for the people who chose to give their lives to me.

"For this, I will not hesitate to make you and Woodworth my enemy."

Percival said firmly: "This is the conclusion I just came to."

"just?"

"Nothing, just my side of the topic."

The young Knight of the Round Table sneered: "After all, a lofty dragon cannot understand the ordinary and delicate emotions of humans."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I'm also saying that you and Lord Rhodes are a good match. After all, both of you are transcendent species."

"Hey hey hey hey...as expected?"

Lancelot squeezed his shoulders happily: "Does Percival feel the same way? What a good boy..."

"No, wait."

Percival pinched his chin and said, "Are they really a good match? Lancelot is actually just causing trouble for the other party.

Alas... my sister is a woman who destroys other people's marriages. It's a bit sad."

"I didn't destroy the marriage. You, you are exaggerating!"

Lancelot puffed up his cheeks angrily: "Rod is right, Percival has indeed been led astray by Oberon!

I must teach you a lesson and correct your mistakes!"

"Then let's start over and prepare to fight again. I won't let you get in the way of Altria."

The knights on the ground raised their holy spears, and the fairy knights in the sky summoned their fairy swords.

“Hmph… This should be the release of the final Holy Spear.

In any case, Percival, your fight ends here.

Now I won't say the boring words "I hope you can live as long as a normal child"

Since you have chosen this path, let me see your determination to persevere even at the cost of your life!"

"I have deceived too many people so far. I will accept this punishment... Holy Spear, the court is in session!"

The Knight of the Holy Lance breathed life into his palms while brandishing the Chalk Lance.

"My name is Percival, the Knight of the Round Table! O Spear of the Chosen, please render the correct judgment upon my actions!"

With the unwavering spiritual words, the pale God-killing Spear quickly released the flash of death.

That was a slash of light condensed from life, flying towards the dragon fairy flying freely in the sky.

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At the same time, on the roof of a building in Camelot.

Francesca, a girl in a gothic lolita dress, sat with her legs crossed and ate a donut while looking at the battle on the street with shining eyes like a child.

“Oh, no one except Altria-chan can enter the palace?

Oh... that must be the rumored [Moving Block] of Camelot.

I heard that the walls and some buildings of Camelot can change their positions via tracks to block the enemy troops in the city.

It is worthy of being the greatest man-made miracle in the British Age of Gods. It is amazing!"

Francesca licked her sugar-coated fingers with her tongue seductively.

“But this is just a delaying tactic… The situation in the city has clearly become very bad, and Her Majesty the Queen doesn’t plan to send her own clone to join the battle?

Obviously, if he just sent out his clones, these rabble would be killed in an instant.

But she didn’t do that, which means”

Francesca's mouth showed an evil color: "You don't even have the energy to create a clone, your invincible queen."

The girl stood up from the eaves and brushed the dust off her skirt.

"Since the organizer is unable to spare the time, I, who am considerate, will do it on his behalf."

As the girl said this, a thick book appeared in her hand.

The cover of the book was wet and shiny, and a human face was taped to the front.

A huge amount of magic power surges from this magic book and spreads rapidly in all directions.

Francesca opened the [Luoyan City Textbook] and revealed a trance and lewd smile.

"Okay...it's time for the festival."

Chapter 916 Female Nightmare: Ready to Implant

A magic book bound with human skin, the textbook of the city of Luoyan [R'lyeh text].

It records forbidden knowledge about the ancient evil gods that existed before the emergence of humans.

The original text was written in a non-human language and was later transcribed into Chinese during the Xia Dynasty.

According to common belief, this book, which was a blasphemy against humanity, should have been burned as soon as possible.

However, Francesca, a magician, translated it into Italian and spread it across Western Europe, knowing full well its crazy content.

The true value of the Luoyan City Scriptures is not just the ability to summon and enslave monsters from the deep sea, but the fact that it is a channel that connects to "places that should never be connected."

Hundreds of years ago, Francesca sealed the "connection" of this book and transferred it to her ally, the knight. Fortunately, it was used by the new owner as a treasure to summon familiars.

After all, this magic book only records the ecology of the sea evil god and his followers, and does not describe how to summon the sea demon.

The protagonist of the chapter on summoning in the textbook is an Outer God, "One who gave birth to all things and brought all things back to one", and not a magician, which the user did not realize.

Therefore, as long as Gilles de Ray does not return the Loyan City textbook on a soul level, the "connection" will never be opened correctly.

No matter how hard Bluebeard tries, with his knowledge of magic he can only summon slightly more powerful followers from the abyss, which is not enough to pose a planetary threat.

But it would be a different story if this book fell into the hands of Francesca, the translator.

Can it really be summoned? The Outer God known as Yog-Sothoth.

Although this Outer God had descended to Earth in the past, that was the result of careful preparation by the Grand Summoner Aleister Crowley.

If the [Gate of Fiction] were to descend upon Earth without protection, the solar system would be instantly crushed into dust due to the enormous mass of information it contains. This would not even have anything to do with the will of the Outer Gods themselves.

"Ahaha, an unexpected reward! I really miss the Luoyincheng textbook~"

At this moment, the Gothic Lolita who holds the fate of the planet in her hands is happily wandering on the top of a high-rise building in Camelot, caressing the Book of the Evil God lovingly.

“Because I’ve transferred you to Jill, I thought we’d never meet again, but I didn’t expect to dig up the original in the Lostbelt!

Strange... Weren't they destroyed along with the white giant when it destroyed the earth? The whole world has turned into the primordial sea."

Francesca tilted her head and muttered to herself.

“But if you think about it carefully…

After all, this book is not a product of civilization, so it will not be destroyed by [Civilization Erosion]~"

The girl touched the book cover made of human skin with great emotion and revealed an evil and gorgeous smile.

"No matter what, it must be some kind of fate that I met you in the Fairy Kingdom.

This is probably what is called fate. I have to work hard!

Although the plan to make the Flame Star descend on the Fairy Kingdom was shattered, and the plan to make Altria fall into evil did not go smoothly...but God has not abandoned me after all! "

Francesca happily raised the Luoyan City textbook above her head and shouted excitedly in her sweet and childish voice.

"Come on, let's get started! The time for the festival has finally arrived!"

It is a poem that expresses the joy of unfolding the treasure that one possesses, and admiring it.

"Let me make the dedication! I will offer my blessings, thanks and sacrifice to this ruined world!"

"I would like to express my gratitude to my mother [Athe] for giving birth to me as the embodiment of madness!"

"I offer my blessing to the Holy Spirit of the world who taught me the madness of [magic]!"