With this in mind, she stepped forward.
Then, the people around her... gradually disappeared. Perhaps the other knights had left, or perhaps her eyes could only accommodate Blonde Girl in men's clothing.
The girl with golden hair stood in front of the rock with the sword pierced on it. She stretched out her white and flawless hands and held the sword pierced on the rock without any hesitation... Her green eyes were already ready for determination.
"... It's all over."
Mordred watched as the sword was about to be pulled out. She did not doubt that Blonde Girl could not pull out the sword. The legendary King Arthur was the incomparably correct king, the king that fate needed, and the king that people expected to be able to save Britain.
Therefore, that Sword in the Stone... will not reject the girl.
but.
"Before picking up that thing, it's better to think carefully first."
Soft and sweet, like a gentle voice like floating clouds.
Mordred looked along the sound source, and what caught his eye was a very familiar woman, the legendary Magecraft teacher Merlin, a woman as beautiful as a flower in the sky.
That is...King Arthur's mentor, the legendary sage.
"Tsk... it's actually this woman!"
She said something unhappily, although it was a little strange... However, she did not like the legendary sage who assisted King Arthur. The reason... may be because she noticed the inhuman heterogeneity hidden under the beautiful appearance of sage Merlin.
However, as soon as these words were spoken.
Miss Merlin, who was supposed to be a ghost, actually turned his gaze to Mordred, and blinked his eyes playfully, as if to express that he had heard it.
And just when Mordred was shocked, Miss Merlin turned away his eyes as if nothing had happened, and continued to tell his fate to the girl holding Sword of Selection, as if he hadn't noticed anything.
"I won't harm you, so don't do that. Once you pick up that sword, you will no longer be human until the end. Not only that, once you pick up the sword, you will be hated by everyone until you meet that tragic death."
After the words fell, the girl holding Sword of Selection showed a look of fear. She seemed to have seen the doomed tragic future.
No, if Merlin, the Magecraft master, existed, it would be natural for the girl to see such a future.
Therefore, knowing the future situation, does the girl still need to accept that she is destined to have a tragic future? Once she pulls out the Sword of Selection, no matter how hard she tries to escape... she will end up with a tragic and lonely death.
Refusing to become a king and avoiding a tragic future is the right choice.
Although human beings are sometimes very noble, even if there is only a glimmer of hope in front of them, they can still hold on with all their strength, but if it is an inevitable failure, it should be ignored.
If there is no hope, then there is nothing wrong with being selfish.
But——
"No."
The girl holding the king's sword shook her head slightly. Her beautiful face was both gentle and firm. It was obvious that she had made a decision and had no intention of repenting.
Seeing this, Mordred instinctively stretched out her hand, wanting to stop everything that followed. However, her outstretched hand passed through the girl's figure and returned in vain, just like fishing for the moon in the water..
However, at this time, she understood Father King's aloof and untouchable appearance, hiding the gentlest heart.
Thinking about it this way, maybe Bedivere, the gentle and seemingly weak person, is the person closest to Father King among Knights of the Round Table.
"Is that okay?"
Miss Merlin asked for the last time.
I don't know where the wind blew, and the girl's golden hair fluttered in the wind. She just nodded hard, and then said this.
"A lot of people were laughing, so I thought that must be right."
Then the girl drew her sword and became the king.
Miss Merlin looked at this scene, and then turned to look to the side. I don't know when there was a woman wearing a cloak.
Yes, although the cloak seems a bit too big.
However, the graceful curves that stood out, as well as the orange hair that was faintly scattered from under the cloak, all confirmed the fact that she was a woman.
"Sometimes, character also reveals destiny."
The woman in the cloak sighed like this, as if she had already seen through the character of the girl who pulled out Sword of Selection, so she made such a sigh.
Gentle people will make gentle choices, cruel people will make cruel choices.
The girl who pulled out the king's sword naturally made her gentle choice.
"This... isn't a phantom!"
Mordred stretched out her hand again and touched the woman in the cloak. She naturally saw... who was the woman in the cloak? Wasn't that the Magic User who was chatting with her just now?
So, if this is true... then can she tell Father King about the future.
But, unfortunately.
The woman in the cloak just raised her head and glanced at her, then turned away and ignored her. However, Mordred's hand passed through the woman in the cloak.
Still... nothing can be changed.
"Excuse me... who are you?"
On the side, the girl who had drawn the royal sword looked at the woman in the cloak with curiosity. She was wary and curious about the person who seemed to know Merlin.
"Your future husband."
The woman wearing a cloak suddenly came out with this answer.
Hearing this, the somewhat immature girl was startled, then her cheeks turned slightly red, and she chuckled, "Please don't joke."
No, Father King she is probably telling the truth.
Watching this scene, Little Mo thought silently, and immediately felt a little indescribable. This scene like an ouroboros seemed to indicate... his own Father King's sad and inevitable fate.
"Oh... I'm very interested in you."
The woman in the cloak gave a gentle smile, "One day, we will meet again, and then you will become my possession. Of course, I will pay you accordingly."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and left the place.
Seeing this, the girl just blinked in confusion and turned her gaze to the instructor Merlin, as if she wanted to get an answer. After all, this strange woman... seemed to know the teacher Merlin.
"She is my lover."
Miss Merlin gave the answer.
However, this answer was so unexpected that the air seemed to freeze. The woman who made the strange statement... was actually said to be her lover by Miss Merlin.
This... no one thought of it.
"Lover?!"
The girl spoke in astonishment, looking very surprised.
On the other side, Mordred also stared wide-eyed. If Miss Merlin and the woman Aozaki Touko were lovers, what would be the future relationship with Father King.
Could it be that...Father King was cheated again!
Chapter 403 Life Tree System's Ability
"... Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!!!"
Illya made a cry-like sound and ran wildly with her short legs wearing white knee socks. She has now used most of her magic power to strengthen her body, and her speed has exceeded the limit that ordinary humans can reach.
However, she glanced at the petite figure chasing behind the alley.
It was a cute and noble loli, with blue hair, gorgeous red eyes, wearing a gorgeous Lolita costume, and holding a red magic gun in her little hand.
The legendary True Ancestor... an existence at the pinnacle of the planet Life Tree System. Whether it is physical strength, magic power, Instinct, or resilience, he is full of energy.
No matter who is facing this kind of pursuer, they will feel despair.
but.
"Remy, I am your dear sister, can you stop being so murderous?!"
She held Magic Wand and waved it towards the chasing Remilia behind her. Countless compressed Magic Bullet volleys were fired, covering all the space like a heavy rain. Then, while Remilia was cleaning up the scattered Magic Bullet, she took the time to continue to distance herself and escape.
It was this small means of interference that kept her going for nearly an hour. If she hadn't been able to use Magic Bullet to delay Remilia, she would have been pinned to the ground and beaten by Remilia by now.
However, that's just the extent of it.
The so-called magic power has its limit... If you continue to run away with high intensity, your magic power will be exhausted sooner or later, and by then, you will be easily caught by Remilia.
"This is... respect for my sister."
Chasing behind him, Remilia glared at his sister who was running away, smiled gracefully and said, "It's definitely not because Illya, you cheated on me before that made me angry and wanted to beat you up."
As she said this, her magnificent red eyes became even more murderous, and her steps moved a little faster.
"Didn't you even say that?"
Illya retorted loudly and continued to squeeze out magic power to strengthen his body so that he could run faster. There was no way around it. Otherwise... Remilia would catch up and beat him up.
As a sister... it would be really embarrassing for her to be beaten by her sister.
"... Is there really a lot of magic power?"
Remilia looked at his sister running wildly in the alley, with a hint of surprise in his scarlet eyes. Logically speaking, Illya's magic power should have been almost exhausted by now, so why was he running faster and faster?
Could it be... that it was the special effect given to Magic Wand by my father?
"If that's the case... then just keep increasing the pressure!"
With this thought in mind, she pursed her lips and slowly accelerated her pursuit.
Just like boiling a frog in boiling water, she had to slowly force Illya to consume all his magic power, and then, when Illya did not have enough magic power to supply Berserker, she could easily get rid of Berserker.
And in this way, there is no need for conflicts with Illya that would affect the relationship too much.
after a while.
"Magic... is almost not enough."
Illya bit his lower lip slightly, clearly feeling that he could no longer hold on to his magic power. If he continued to run away... he would definitely be caught by Remilia, and he might even get spanked by his sister.
"No, absolutely not!!!"
Suddenly, she shouted and changed the direction of her escape. Since she was in such a bad situation, she had to implement her final plan and use her last bit of magic power to rush home. As long as she found Touko Mama or Irisviel's mother, she would be safe.
"Ha... father, Irisviel mother, they have gone out and are not at home."
The pursuing Remilia faintly recounted a fact, shattering the last hope in Illya's heart. Then, he quickened his pace and continued to pursue Illya, forcing his sister to use the last ray of magic power.
In this way, the situation can be suppressed to a minimum and the battle between sisters can be resolved.
"Why is this happening!!!"
Illya whined, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, but his escape did not stop at all, and he began to think about whether to let Berserker come to fight and delay the attack.
However, at this moment, a strange sound came from the body that had been pressed to the limit, like the sound of a 'lock' being twisted,
——Crack!
As the body gets closer to the limit, the "lock" in the heart is twisted and opened with greater force.
"... This is... since the speed has become faster again."
Remilia, who was chasing behind him, naturally noticed something unusual about Illya. The speed that had been slowly slowing down unexpectedly increased again slowly.
Is this... a dying struggle or something.
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at the same time.
On a high building.
Scathach stood on the edge, staring at the chasing sisters, with a charming smile on her lips. She discovered something interesting. The little girl named Illya was awakening some interesting abilities.
"Independent Life Tree."
She smiled and explained the true nature of Illya's ability.
That is the ability to break away from the current planet Life Tree System, regard yourself as a new Life Tree System, and continuously develop and grow. In theory... it is the ability to ignore the current Life Tree System and jump to the position equivalent to Life Tree System's 'god'.
That is, the ability to grow to the level of 'god'.
other side.
On a tall building not far away.