Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

"As long as the ritual is not carried out as prescribed by the witch and King Arthur is not resurrected, your curse will not be lifted. And this time King Arthur's resurrection was achieved with the help of the miracle of the third magic and the magic of the London leyline, so it naturally has nothing to do with you. That's why the curse will continue."

"Then how can we remove the curse?"

Altria continued to ask in an excited tone.

"...Well, the easiest way is of course to follow the terms of the contract and continue to complete this magic ritual. However, this path is now blocked."

Zibia glanced at Altria and shook his head helplessly.

"What about other methods?"

"It's not that there are no other ways. The one who tied the bell must untie it. Go find Morgan le Fay. As long as we find her and make her agree to tear up the contract that is connected to the leyline, then the entire gravekeeper village can be truly liberated."

"To find Morgan le Fay..."

The old gravekeeper felt dizzy upon hearing this outrageous answer. He took several steps back and finally held on to the wall and barely managed to hold on.

Where should I start looking for a mythical witch from 1,500 years ago?

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Zibia sighed, and then the figure made up of spirit particles gradually dissipated.

"The rest of the work is up to you."

Chapter 93: King Arthur's Witch

"Hello, little sister, we meet again."

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In a residence in the gravekeeper's village, Miss Grey, King Arthur's witch, is not at peace at the moment.

She leaned against the bed with her head down, looking a little depressed, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The little girl was so anxious and fearful that she couldn't sleep all night.

As long as I closed my eyes, Altria's face, which was exactly the same as my own, would linger in my mind for a long time.

Is King Arthur really coming back? Does that mean he is about to disappear?

Soon I won’t see my master, father, mother, and everyone in the village anymore.

Thinking that she would soon disappear from this world, an indescribable fear emerged in Gray's eyes.

As a teenage girl, it is normal to feel fear when facing death.

No one wants to disappear easily or give up their life easily. This has nothing to do with enlightenment, it is just human instinct.

As she was still daydreaming, a familiar voice suddenly appeared in her ears.

"Good evening, little sister."

"who is it?"

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Gray quickly turned her head and looked out the window, but did not see anyone, so she looked around the room in fear but still could not find the source of the sound.

But this was definitely not an auditory hallucination, because the voice still existed.

"Don't look for me, I'm right above you."

Top of head?

Gray reached out and touched her head, but felt nothing.

"On the hood."

The voice came again.

"Ah, good, good."

Gray reached out to her hood as instructed by the voice and found a blue butterfly hanging on it. She then carefully took the butterfly off and held it gently in her palm.

"What a beautiful blue butterfly?"

She was attracted by the butterfly in her hand.

"Looks pretty, right? This is what a useless guy taught me. I actually think it's not bad."

"Merlin is quite useful sometimes..."

Xia Yuan said calmly.

"Merlin? Could he be the great wizard in King Arthur's legend?"

"Yes, that's him. Although he doesn't look very reliable, he will play his role when you need him."

This is Xia Yuan’s evaluation of Merlin.

"Are you the legendary goblin?"

"Why do you ask, little sister?"

"Because you know Merlin. Didn't the Arthurian legend say that the great wizard Merlin was imprisoned in Avalon? There should only be fairies living in Avalon..."

Hearing Gray's answer, Xia Yuan couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, although Merlin and I are friends, I am not a fairy. I am just an ordinary magician and a traveler here as well."

Xia Yuan replied: "Didn't we just meet tonight? And with the Knight King."

Just met? With the Knight King!

At this moment, the figure of the Knight King appeared before Gray's eyes again.

She shrank her pupils, a little frightened.

"Calm down little sister, don't panic, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"If you have any questions, you can ask me."

This gentle voice has a magical power that can soothe the anxiety deep in people's hearts.

But with Xia Yuan's comfort, Grey's anxious mood gradually calmed down.

The blue butterfly fluttered its wings and flew in front of her eyes, releasing emotion-stabilizing scale powder with each breath to help her calm down.

This is also one of the reasons why they can ensure that they can communicate safely.

"Okay, okay..."

Gray took a deep breath, with some trepidation and curiosity, and finally asked Xia Yuan as if to explore the matter.

"Is that sister really... the legendary Knight King?"

The butterfly flapped its wings a few times, and then Xia Yuan's voice was heard.

"Yes, she is none other than the former Lord of Britain, the King of Knights, King Arthur."

"When you saw her face, wasn't this obvious answer already in your mind?"

A calm voice sounded, and Xia Yuan also saw the surprise on Gray's face and the bitterness in her eyes at this moment.

It seemed that she already knew her fate.

It's really King Arthur...

"It seems that this day has really come..."

Gray lowered her head, her tone frustrated.

Everyone is afraid of death and disappearance. Even gods who have existed for endless years are not willing to die easily, let alone a little girl.

Although Gray knew that she would disappear as a vessel for King Arthur's resurrection one day in the future, she kept hypnotizing herself to accept this glorious fate, respond to the expectations of everyone in the village and her parents, and fulfill her responsibilities as King Arthur's witch.

But when that day really came, I was still extremely scared.

Her fair little hands began to tremble unconsciously, and she felt restless.

"Are you afraid of that sister? Are you afraid that you will disappear?"

"Um……"

Gray's voice was barely audible, and sadness was concealed in his gentle tone.

"I don't want to leave everyone in the village. I also want to see the outside world."

"Master Belsak's health has deteriorated recently. Without my care, I am worried whether he can take care of his life on his own."

"And, and, I still have a lot of other things I want to do... If I just disappear like this, I really won't be willing to do that..."

"I see... Gray is really a good kid, still thinking about everyone at a time like this."

"Ah? I'm sorry, big brother. I didn't live up to everyone's expectations and became a competent witch of King Arthur. My mission was to dedicate my life and body to the king, but... I."

Gray's tone was tearful, hot tears were already sliding down her cheeks, and all the resentment in her heart was poured out at this moment.

"No, you're already strong."

The response she received was not the scolding she had expected, but a gentle comfort.

"Everything will perish. People are afraid of extinction, even gods. This is the instinct of existence. So you don't have to blame yourself."

"You don't owe King Arthur anything. Instead, it is King Arthur who should say sorry to you. She ruined your life. And..."

"You've done great, Gray."

"Really? Won't King Arthur be angry about this? Won't Master be disappointed? Obviously I am King Arthur's..."

"But you are still yourself."

"No one can control the fate of others, not even King Arthur. Before you became King Arthur's witch, you were also yourself, a girl named Grey."

"Don't worry. I've explained everything to the Knight King. She won't blame you. Your mission as King Arthur's witch has officially ended."

Xia Yuan said gently: "You don't have to say goodbye to your family anymore, go and live your own life."

"Really...Wang, she forgave me."

"Yes, she has let it go."

"That's great, it's really great, the king is not angry, and I don't have to leave my master and everyone."

Gray's face was already covered with tears, and her voice was filled with sobs. However, these tears were not from pain and frustration, but from joy and relief.

"Cry, cry, little sister. You have done very well. It has been really hard for you for such a long time. You will feel better after crying."

Xia Yuan also felt a bit of sympathy for this girl.

That's why just now, after the first meeting, he sent his familiar to follow this little girl.

Somewhat curious.

Yet, inexplicably, I felt a sense of compassion.

The past life does not belong to oneself, and even the meaning of existence belongs to a king whom one has never seen.

Because of her identity as King Arthur's witch, she was feared and shunned by the people in the village, which also resulted in her having no friends or relatives in the village.

Even her parents can only maintain a respectful attitude when facing her. The pain of having to be respected and alienated by her family and friends, falling on such a small body at the same time, must be difficult for her to bear, right?

It would also be...very lonely, right?

Xia Yuan was clear about this, and naturally, Altria understood it very well too.

She was once secretly raised by Sir Kay's father and Merlin as the crown prince.

She was born to be a king, destined to rule over King Arthur of Britain.

Ever since she learned to walk, she had to learn swordsmanship and military tactics from Merlin day after day. She had to continue learning even in her dreams. The gazes from people around her and the countless expectations pushed her to keep running forward.

She often told herself that King Arthur must do everything to perfection, must do it more perfectly, and must respond to other people's expectations.

Even after becoming a king, the pain and pressure still haunted her.

You have to be better than everyone else. How can you be king if you are not excellent?

From the moment she saw Gray, Altria thought of all of this and also saw her past self.

Xia Yuan's words at this moment were not his own narration, but more of a retelling.

King Arthur's paraphrase of Grey.

Watching Gray crying, Xia Yuan did not say anything during this time, but let the girl be alone.

After a long time, she finally wiped away her tears, recovered and cheered herself up again.