Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

"The ancestors who lived on this land were once your subjects. With your death, Britain fell into war and the country began to fall apart. The glory of the past was gone, and our ancestors came to this land in displacement."

"It was also at that time that the ancestors of this land, who were the true descendants of the king, received our ancestors, which allowed the bloodline to continue to be passed on."

"According to the handwritten records left by our ancestors, when our tribe was on the verge of extinction, your sister, the witch Morgan Le Fay, also appeared in this land."

"She gave us strength so that we could protect ourselves, and she also used her magical skills to help us out of trouble and gave us new missions."

The old gravekeeper straightened up, looked at the tombstones shrouded in the moonlight and the swaying leaves, and let out a long sigh.

"From then on, the ancestors of the gravekeepers have lived here and become your gravekeepers."

"But the gravekeepers are different from the ancestors of this land. They are the real heirs and the real masters of this land."

"Gravekeepers are just servants of the past. We can only continue to fulfill our duty of guardianship until the end of our lives."

"Until the end of life? Have you gravekeepers never left this cemetery? And this village?"

The old gravekeeper's words shocked Altria.

"Yes, great king."

"The gravekeepers who believe in King Arthur have lived on this land for generations. They have never left the village or stepped out of the cemetery. They have always been upholding their duties and missions."

The old gravekeeper nodded and narrated slowly: "This is our honor, but it is also a curse, a curse that will bind us to this place forever."

"The gravekeepers of this generation have been around for who knows how long. Our history is longer than those so-called magic nobles, and our mysteries are even more profound."

The old gravekeeper's tone was somewhat melancholy and more lamenting.

Yes, King Arthur's gravekeeper clan has never been interrupted in these 1,500 years and has reached dozens of generations.

Their history and mystery are even more ancient and mysterious than most families in the magic world.

This is a glorious mission, and even today, the gravekeepers are still sticking to it.

But a long period of time can change a lot. Five hundred years of time can turn a righteous partner into an old bug who lives a life of cowardice.

What changes will these 1,500 years bring to an ethnic group?

Xia Yuan understood it clearly.

How many gravekeepers are there like the old gravekeeper who still holds on to the old days and whose hearts are not corrupt?

This glorious duty has long since changed from the initial honor into a chain, a bondage, and even into pain, and even hatred towards the king.

"Really...thank you for your hard work."

Altria's voice was somewhat apologetic.

After knowing everything, she also felt that she owed something to the gravekeepers.

Without knowing it, I hurt more people.

Although all this was done by her sister, it is undeniable that all of this was caused by herself. It was her existence that brought them so much pain.

This made her feel a little guilty.

“No, this is our mission.”

The old gravekeeper lowered his head.

"Stick to duty is commendable, loyalty should be rewarded, but concealment is also a sin."

"So...what is your attitude towards the girl with the same face as King Arthur, who can be said to be a perfect vessel?"

Xia Yuan said this and then pointed a finger at the old gravekeeper.

"Do you simply regard him as a vessel, or do you truly regard him as a disciple or successor?"

"What...exactly do you want to say?"

"Nothing, I just have some questions. She has the same face as the king, but you avoided talking about the girl from the beginning, didn't you? So what are you trying to hide? The appearance of a girl with the same appearance as King Arthur, this can't be a coincidence, right?"

"No...that's not right."

"So what exactly are you trying to hide?"

Xia Yuan's tone was solemn, and he pressed forward step by step.

The old man shook his head and was silent for a while. Finally, he said, "I'm sorry, you are right. I do have selfish motives. I don't want Gray to become the king's vessel and lose herself."

"She is not only my disciple, but also a hope, a possibility to break this thousand-year fate. That is why I am so wary of you and avoid talking about it, even to the king."

"Why? Didn't your king appear before you? The king has resurrected, but your fate has not yet ended?"

The old gravekeeper raised his head and looked at Xia Yuan, shook his head, and continued: "Not yet. I can feel that the oath and mission that entangled the gravekeeper clan has not disappeared."

It’s not over yet… Does that mean the magic ritual isn’t complete yet?

Isn't it true that King Arthur, who was resurrected as a heroic spirit, has returned...

Xia Yuan probably guessed the reason.

"That child is not a true gravekeeper. He is also an ancestor who inherited the blood of King Arthur." The old gravekeeper continued.

"Although it is King Arthur's bloodline, fifteen hundred years have passed and the bloodline is no longer pure."

"In fact, not long ago, Gray was an ordinary country girl with an ordinary appearance and a happy family."

"But starting from a certain day, everything changed." Having said that, he sighed helplessly.

"King Arthur's glory began to reappear in her body. Her blood returned to purity, and her facial features became closer to the king's."

"It was also from that day that the prophecy was fulfilled, and the legendary child of prophecy was born. The people in the village, including his parents, could hardly regard him as the girl he once was. They could only remain in awe and regard him as the future king."

"So that's why you accepted her as your disciple, and always took care of her by your side, teaching her as an elder, without any awe or fear, but just treating her as an ordinary girl?"

"Yes."

The old gravekeeper raised his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Her fate is predetermined, and I cannot change it. She also carries the burden of the clan, and I cannot change it. But the thought of letting a girl sacrifice for us is also painful to me, so I can only give her the greatest compensation and care as a master."

"In fact... there were words like this in the prophecy left by the witch."

[——When the time comes, the King will appear in the world again.

The son of prophecy will step into the forbidden land, liberate the old shadows sealed there, and give the undead imprisoned here the possibility of traveling to the future! 】

"This is why I concealed something. I am extremely ashamed, my king. Please punish me. I am willing to pay the price for my concealment."

After the old gravekeeper finished speaking, he lowered his head again. This action made Xia Yuan and Altria raise their eyebrows.

But it was not surprising, they could all understand the old gravekeeper's reasons for hiding it.

It's not just out of the friendship between master and disciple, but also the responsibility for the fate of the gravekeepers.

Although King Arthur really returned, the shackles in his blood and the prophecy left by the witch have not ended.

Grey is still the child of prophecy of the grave keepers, and is also the key to their liberation.

According to the prophecy, only she can go to the forbidden area to free herself from the shadows of the past and completely end this thousand-year fate.

For this reason, he chose to conceal it even when facing the king.

"You don't have to blame yourself or be afraid. Instead, I am the one who should apologize."

Looking at the old man who lowered his head in silence, Artoria said softly: "Your choice is for the tribe and for the future, so it can't be considered a betrayal."

"And I am no longer King Arthur. Now there is only Altria in this world, the Heroic Spirit Altria."

Altria could empathize with the pain the old gravekeeper had to endure.

She was once bound by obsession and found it difficult to gain freedom. She understood that pain.

For the gravekeeper, this is probably his obsession to gain freedom at all costs.

So the person who should say sorry is yourself.

"I'm sorry that you have suffered so much pain and suffering for so long because of King Arthur's sins."

"Don't dare..."

Altria took the old man's arm and helped him up from his hunched body, and asked him to walk side by side with her. It was at this time that Xia Yuan spoke.

"If you really desire freedom, then tell me the revelations left by your ancestors, the forbidden land left by Morgan le Fay, and everything about that little girl."

"Next, I will take Gray into the forbidden area to free the so-called shadow, and then you will be free as the prophecy says. It's a good deal, isn't it? Perhaps for you, this can also be regarded as a gift from King Arthur."

"…That's what I want, sir."

At this point, the old gravekeeper no longer had any reason to refuse.

"I hope you and the king can really free the ghosts imprisoned here."

He lowered his head and agreed to Xia Yuan's instructions, then recounted a story from the past, carefully describing the cause and effect of the past 1,500 years.

Chapter 92: The Dean of Atlas Academy

After meeting Altria, the old gravekeeper, who had been unmoved by anything, had a drastic change in his attitude.

As long as you ask him a question, he will tell you everything he knows.

Then Xia Yuan and Altria followed him into the gravekeeper village that had been sealed for a thousand years.

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Judging from the number of houses, it can be estimated that the population is only about 100. It is a village that could disappear at any time, but it has spent a long time in sleep.

Most of the buildings are made of bluestone bricks, and I think they are at least a hundred years old. The entire gravekeeper village maintains a strong ancient British architectural style.

Dark red brick houses are found in every corner of the village. As it is night, many people here have already gone to sleep, but that does not represent everyone.

"Oh, Lord Belsac. Who are those two over there?"

A middle-aged male voice came from the darkness, and then a fat middle-aged man in priest's clothes called out to a few people.

In fact, rather than saying that he was fat, it would be more accurate to describe him as round and plump. His overblown body looked like a human-sized ball of fat, but the red robe he wore gave people a very conflicting impression.

The profession of priest is not a role that should be associated with fat people. However, the suppressed aura of this middle-aged man is not as harmless as it seems.

Behind the fat priest, there was a young nun who looked like a child. Judging from her appearance, she was about 20 years old. She had a pair of brown but shrewd eyes, a few strands of blonde hair swaying from under her headscarf, and the light freckles on her face were also very attractive.

Probably a character like this priest's disciple.

At such a late hour, Xia Yuan happened to meet two clergymen from the church stationed in the village. He thought the reason behind this was very intriguing.

It turns out that the Cathedral Church is also interested in the secrets of the gravekeeper village?

"Good evening, Ferdinand."

Belsac called out his name.

"Good evening to you, too, Mr. Belsac."

Then the old gravekeeper said, "These are my guests. Can we let them in?"

"Oh, oh, of course. After all, you are the owner of this place, and a guest like me certainly has no right to interfere with your decision."

Priest Fernande glanced at the old gravekeeper, then looked at Xia Yuan and Altria behind her.

When he saw Altria's appearance, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much, just smiled and shook his head.

Then Fernandez bowed slightly and asked politely: "Nice to meet you two. I am Fernandez Cruz and this is Sister Irmia. What should I call you?"

Seeing this chubby and shrewd fat man, Xia Yuan was sure that he had guessed something.

So he raised his hand to stop Altria who was about to answer, and said to him: "Merlin, you can just call me Merlin. This is my companion, Lily."

Merlin?

This answer surprised the old gravekeeper and the fat priest. After all, if this name was mentioned in this village...

After hearing the name Xia Yuan called out, there was no obvious emotion on the priest's face.

There is no one in the whole of England who has not heard of the name Merlin. Both children's picture books and ancient texts record the stories about this legendary name.

"Mr. Merlin, this is really a very legendary name. I was so scared that I thought the flower magician really brought the legendary King Arthur back to this land."

"You are joking. It was only an accident. King Arthur is no more, is he?"

In response to the fat priest's temptation, Xia Yuan still answered with a smile.

"Haha, Mr. Merlin, yes. After all, he is a legendary figure who has been dead for 1,500 years."