My mother's love song

“No, no, no, the next one is really amazing. It’s Altria’s favorite real dynamite magic!”

Rhodes' smile made the girl's heart beat slightly faster, and at the same time, she believed his words incredibly.

"Altria, wait until you become stronger. Once you have enough magic power, use this move."

Then, the boy told her the name of the spell with a mysterious look on his face.

"Broken Phantasm!"

Altria raised her arms and spread her five fingers. Four sword blades containing enormous magical power shot towards the Holy Spear from different directions and exploded at the moment before the collision.

The skill of destroying a Noble Phantasm that possesses enormous magical power, making the Noble Phantasm itself a container of enormous magical power and detonating the magical power contained in it as explosives to inflict heavy damage to the opponent is Fantasy Destruction.

For a Heroic Spirit, a Noble Phantasm is as important as its soul or avatar.

Destroying one's own Noble Phantasm in the Holy Grail War is tantamount to suicide for a Servant.

Those who can use illusion destruction as a means of attack are either archers who are good at projection magic.

Using his own characteristics, he infinitely creates [counterfeits] of the Noble Phantasm, and then destroys it without any reluctance.

Either

It is a holy sword mold like Altria that can produce [genuine] ones infinitely.

By detonating her own blade, Altria finally possessed the firepower to barely compete with the Holy Lance.

This tactic of hers was beyond Morgan's expectations, causing ripples in the peaceful beauty of the Winter Queen's veil.

At the same time, the explosion caused by the collision of the Noble Phantasms formed a whistling whirlwind of magical power between them.

"Clap clap clap..."

Amidst the smoke, applause was heard.

When the smoke from the explosion cleared, Altria and Morgan saw a third person appear in the Throne Room.

When they saw the boy's face clearly, the two fairies from the paradise, who had originally had tense expressions, relaxed a little.

"…Rod."

"That's it."

Rhodes stood between the two of them, clapping his hands as if he were not an outsider, and spoke.

"Although I understand your desire to continue fighting, things have changed."

"........."

Altria and Morgan looked at each other, then turned their gaze to Rhodes.

The boy pretended to cough softly, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

"Now is not the time for goblin civil war, Ke."

Morgan: "Has Cernunnos awakened!?"

Altria: "Did the Beast God climb out of the big cave?"

"........."

Rhodes was a little confused.

He had originally planned to keep it a secret and then explain to them who Cernunnos was, but he didn't expect that Morgan and Altria seemed to have already known the name of this god.

Morgan frowned in displeasure. "It was a mistake to be so focused on the battle that I ignored the movements of the cave."

"Why would Cernunnos wake up at this time?" asked Artoria.

"What else could it be? It must be my husband's doing again."

Morgan changed her crossed legs and said with a gloomy expression, "There's really nothing we can do about him.

I told him not to act rashly, so how should I punish him later? "

Altria pinched her chin and said to herself: "I see, Rhode's real purpose is this...

And Rhode is not your husband [Master], he is my princess [Master], and I will punish him if I want to."

Rhodes: “…………”

I'm right here, but you're using the third person?

The young man looked around and said, "I say, you two, don't ignore me and continue this conversation without my permission."

"Just now I seemed to sense two extremely powerful magical reactions from the big cave. One should be the cursed hand of Cernunnos, and the other one is...

Rhodes straightened his chest and said, "Of course."

"It's Rod."

Altria said, "It's very similar to Goyanskaya's magic, but it's not her."

"Goyanskaya? Who is that?"

Morgan's question stunned the Son of Prophecy: "I'm talking to you, you don't just sit on the throne and stare blankly every day, do you?"

"Don't be silly, Altria. A country fairy like you certainly doesn't understand the heavy work of state affairs."

"Yes, yes. Exactly the same arrogant attitude as Tristan."

Altria raised her chin in displeasure.

"As soon as you show your weakness, you start to make fun of other people's backgrounds. Like mother, like daughter.

Rhode must be very hard-working to serve the two worst princesses in the Fairy Kingdom every day. It's a bit pitiful."

"Varied"

Morgan's pretty face turned slightly pale.

"How Tristan and I get along with our husbands is our family matter. It's not your turn to butt in on it!"

"So your husband is my princess."

Artoria, don't give in. I have decided to snatch both the throne and Rhodes from you.

Morgan raised his eyes and said calmly: "Humph, if you think you can do it, then give it a try.

The next battle will not be as superficial as before, so be prepared, Altria."

“Just what I wanted”

Just as Altria responded readily, Rhodes, who had been ignored, suddenly walked up to her quickly.

"?"

The Child of Prophecy tilted her head slightly in confusion, and Rhodes held her face in his hands.

"Come on, kiss, Altria."

“Huh? What…!?”

The blonde girl's eyes widened, but Rhode held her face and kissed her.

Queen Morgan, who had just been sitting solemnly on the throne, suddenly appeared beside him and hugged him from behind.

"Finally you're not ignoring me?"

Rhodes first glanced at Altria, whose cheeks were flushed and whose brain was shut down, then turned to Morgan, who was hugging his arms tightly.

Woo~ The Winter Queen puffed up her cheeks cutely.

The reason why she ignored Rhodes just now was actually because she wanted to play a trick on him for doing something behind her back, and it was a tacit cooperation between her and Altria.

However, she never expected that Rhodes would actually try to forcefully kiss Altria in order to attract her attention, which made Morgan angry and annoyed.

I really can't beat this guy, the queen sighed quietly.

“Okay, I understand, let’s put the battle with the Child of Prophecy on hold for now.

Go forth, my husband, and tell me all about it on the way."

"That's true. It's rare that I agree with you."

The person who responded to Morgan was not Rhodes, but Altria.

She hugged the boy's other arm competitively and gave Morgan a chaste kiss on the cheek when he wasn't paying attention.

The Queen of Winter screamed for the first time in 2000 years, and Altria smiled shyly.

"Let us go, my Master."

Chapter 919: The last day of the world, spend it with your lover

“…The great disaster has begun.”

Altria, Rhodes, and Morgan arrived above Camelot.

The Child of Prophecy gazed into the distance with his goblin eyes clouded with sadness.

The once familiar land of Britain has completely changed.

The roads, buildings, everything were covered in a layer of haze, completely losing their former appearance.

There was darkness on the ground, a pitch-black darkness that densely covered the earth, the streets, and the forests.

What was that moving dark shadow? Altria knew very well that it was a large number of Mors.

Tens of thousands of Mors emerged from the valley in an instant, and the goblins didn't even have time to react.

The island was filled with wandering Mors, and all cities closed their gates and entered the highest level of martial law.

In addition, fairies engulfed by fear seem to automatically transform into Morse.

Salisbury, Oxford, Gloucester, Norwich, Manchester...Now the fairy kingdom is filled with sad cries.

The curse spread across Britain like a black cloud. The forests where the goblins were scattered were the first to be ravaged by Morse and caught fire.

The goblins living in the city are no better, and the residents of Norwich somehow evolve from perhaps a trivial incident to a city-wide massacre of each other.

In a barber shop on the street, a young man was comforting a timid fairy woman.

The goblins who moved to Oxford hoping to become part of the emerging privileged class were wiped out because they were unable to resist Morse's attack.

After losing the Fang Clan, the citizens here are so powerless.

Salisbury chose to close its doors in self-defense, but it met the most tragic end.

Londinium burned quietly, and the remaining Round Table troops took in the fleeing goblins and successfully repelled Morse.

In fact, it was these goblins who, with their utmost courage, defended the wounded Round Table Army, which was no longer able to fight.

The residents of Gloucester seemed less distressed, disappearing one by one through the cracks that opened up in the ground.

"There is no safe place in Britain anymore. Everyone will die..."

Altria pursed her lips and said, "The predicted end has finally come.

The girl was not angry about Britain's collapse, which was natural.

Because the mission of the Child of Prophecy from the very beginning was to end this world.

The only people who knew about this were Rhodes and Morgan, and Altria kept it a secret from everyone.

The companions of the Child of Prophecy, the fairies and humans who trusted her and decided to support her as king, and her only friend Noknaree.

Altria concealed her "destruction" from everyone, making everyone think that she was the true king who brought "salvation".

What an irony! Ash, who was slandered as an evil witch, was the one who truly saved Britain.

Artoria, who is praised as the child of prophecy, is actually the one who leads Britain to its end.

Of course, the girl had also fantasized that if Noknalei became the queen of the fairy country, she would give up that cruel mission, hehe...

However, the cold reality still lay before her.

Although the disaster came early because of someone, she still didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Thinking of this, the girl glared at the "someone" beside her.

Rhodes felt a chill on his back, and at this moment, another fairy from paradise beside him spoke.

"Ah, of course it will come, why do you think I have been collecting existence tax all this time?

The Great Disaster is a pus-like existence that has accumulated on the British Isles over the past 1000 years.