"Illya? You came here alone again? It's cold again today. You should go back."
"Illya?"
"You look lovely even when you're not smiling. I wonder what you look like when you smile. I really want to see it for myself." Illyasviel von Einzbern still wore that innocent smile, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lin Yan.
"Illya understands. Since Lin Yan says I should go back, then I'll go back. Illya is a good, obedient child." As soon as Illyasviel von Einzbern turned around after saying that, Berserker charged out, and terror filled Illyasviel von Einzbern's eyes.
Then came a tremendous bang, followed by splattering blood.
No one even knew what had happened.
"No way. Berserker... died?" It took Illyasviel von Einzbern at least a minute to react before she murmured to herself.
Whether Berserker had launched the attack against Illyasviel von Einzbern's orders or not, Lin Yan no longer cared. None of it mattered anymore. The instant Berserker attacked, Lin Yan had already dealt with him.
The potential that erupted in that instant had been limitless. Lin Yan had not even realized he should hold back a little, accidentally letting Illyasviel von Einzbern see a more genuine side of his strength.
The sky was stained with pale ink, like an ink-wash painting, spreading like flowing black pigment.
Was it dawn, or dusk?
Before him stretched a vast grassland, its endless expanse with no visible end. The sky overhead was impossibly distant, and this place had once been a battlefield.
King Arthur did not understand human emotions... There was no emotion in the knight's eyes before him, yet those words were steeped in sorrow. Once people began to doubt their king, the collapse of everything would soon begin.
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