Luo Ya had tried her best not to laugh, wanting to show some sympathy.
But!
Looking at the Traitor Knight, whose cheeks had quickly flushed crimson, her head slightly lowered and mist swirling in her eyes—
Then thinking about the relationship between these two, along with all the accumulated misunderstandings, Luo Ya truly couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Little Aya, d-don't be so mean... Pfft, I can't hold it in either, hahaha!"
Ilya had wanted to stop her, but as she spoke, she suddenly burst out laughing too.
The laughter spread from person to person!
The two adorable little girls laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth, rolling around on the sofa and acting cute.
After laughing until their stomachs hurt, Luo Ya finally managed to stop and continued watching.
On the screen.
Nameless had been bombarded by two Noble Phantasms, and his body had already become a battered rag doll.
Countless hideous wounds covered him—enough that even a miracle-working doctor brought back to life couldn't possibly save him.
It was too tragic!
So tragic that no one at the scene could believe he had survived.
The most touching scene had arrived.
Nameless reached out and gently stroked Mordred's little face.
The Traitor Knight had always been proud and disliked being treated like a child by anyone, yet she obediently bent down and let him touch her.
Then.
Nameless took her hand, then took King Arthur's hand, and clasped the hands of the Father and Son together. A smile appeared on his blood-stained face.
"The Age of Heroes has ended. Everything is the curse of Vortigern, the King of Lowly. You should never have embarked on such an antagonistic path."
His voice grew more and more strained. "As a king, stay on your throne and leave everything to me!"
"I wanted to protect you both properly, but unfortunately, I couldn't..."
Another large mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his face turned as pale as snow.
"Stop talking! I won't let you die!"
King Arthur reached out, trying to seal his wounds, but she couldn't stop the bleeding at all.
After fighting Morgan and then taking the full force of two Noble Phantasms head-on, even Nameless, powerful as he was, was about to step into death.
"No, I won't allow you to die!"
Mordred grew increasingly flustered.
For the first time, she had someone she liked. For the first time, she had felt valued. These two joyful things intertwined, bound to bring even greater happiness.
She should have received a dreamlike period of happiness.
But!
Why?
Why had it turned out like this?
"Don't be sad. Don't grieve. I'm only returning to the place I'm supposed to go."
Nameless's voice grew weaker and weaker.
At this moment, this powerful man who had been able to sever the head of Vortigern, the King of Lowly, was more fragile than an infant.
With an incredibly feeble voice, he gave the two of them his final farewell: "I hope that one day, you'll be able to... reunite... with the person who matters to you..."
Plop~
The hand he had wanted to reach toward King Arthur's cheek fell heavily.
Nameless was dead!
[So touching! This is so touching! It's so romantic I could cry!]
[Sigh, Nameless really used his life to mediate between them. They were both the most important people to him, so he could only sacrifice himself!]
[Heh heh, what I want to know most now is how King Arthur and Mordred will react after watching the video!]
[Ahhh, Nameless! You haven't come to marry me yet!]
[What are you dreaming about up there?! He's my husband!]
In the living room.
Looking at this deeply moving scene on the large LCD television, Luo Ya once again laughed so hard that she hugged the panda cushion and rolled around.
"Nameless, you really deserve an Oscar! Your acting is way too good, hahaha!"
As she rolled around, her loose home clothes rode up, revealing her soft, fair little belly.
However.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed that the other person wasn't looking over at all.
Am I really that unattractive?
Luo Ya couldn't help asking aloud, "Wei Gong, why aren't you laughing?"
"..."
Wei Gong silently wept inside.
How the hell am I supposed to laugh at this?
King Arthur and Mordred had fought, and he had given his life to mediate between them.
Then, while on the verge of death, he had persuaded the two of them to make peace and hold hands.
A tale of fatherly affection and filial devotion, followed by Nameless's fall—just listen to how legendary it sounded.
And yet!
That damn Alaya had exposed every bit of it!
If she had selectively cut out the most exciting parts—
After seeing them, the audience would definitely have praised him wildly and cried their eyes out from being moved.
But now.
Everyone already knew that he hadn't actually died at all, so they were all gloating.
Waiting for King Arthur and Mordred in the real world to come knocking.
Public Execution!
His Black History had been exposed!
Damn Alaya!
He couldn't help reaching out and tugging on the little girl's golden twin tails. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Luo Ya, have you forgotten that I taught you from a young age not to laugh at others?"
"Hey, hey, my twin tails aren't your steering wheel, baka! Pervert! Shut up!"
Luo Ya pouted and fired off a three-hit combo.
Beside them.
Ilya watched the two interact with undisguised envy.
It was so nice. She wanted to join in too.
What was slightly strange was—
The more she watched, the more she felt that this wonderful homemaker had the shadow of that Nameless Heroic Spirit on him.
The same gentleness, the same excellent cooking skills, the same habit of raising a daughter...
Ilya's little face was filled with a strange expression as she glanced at her golden twin-tailed best friend, who wore an angry expression.
A bold thought surfaced in her mind—
Eh? Could it be that Little Aya wants to make a move on Wei Gong too?
Ilya's feelings grew increasingly complicated.
She sat obediently on the sofa and continued watching the video seriously.
On the screen.
That hand fell weakly.
Countless points of light rose from his body, and his entire figure began to slowly fade away like a dream or illusion.
Mordred instantly burst into tears. "No! A future without you isn't the future I want!"
"I don't want you to die!"
A shocking surge of power bloomed from Artoria.
A Noble Phantasm containing boundless might was drawn from her body.
The golden metal scabbard was inlaid with dazzling blue enamel.
Its surface was covered in densely packed runes.
It was the scabbard of Excalibur, possessing Invincible defense.
Its name was—
[Avalon!]
However.
Even after the scabbard was driven into the other person's body, it still failed to stop him from completely fading away.
Nameless was dead!
There was no way to find him again.
That gentle man had completely become an untouchable memory.
At this moment, the king fell into boundless rage. "Mordred!!!"
"Ar—thur, all of this is your fault!"
Mordred likewise stared at her with bloodshot eyes.
The battle erupted once again.
In the end.
The Rebellious Knight was pierced through by a lance. She removed her helmet for the first time and faced King Arthur directly.
She reached out, trying to touch her, and said with a bitter laugh, "Father King, even at the very end, you still couldn't acknowledge me..."
"I never denied you in the first place..."
King Arthur was likewise covered in blood.
She looked at the hill of swords littered with corpses and silently closed her eyes.
Clip-clop, clip-clop~
At that moment, hurried hoofbeats came from the distance.
A knight who had always been loyal to her finally broke through the hurried efforts to stop him and arrived before her, weeping bitterly as he knelt down.
King Arthur handed the holy sword to him. "Bedivere, cross that bloodstained hill and find a very deep lake. Throw this sword into it..."
The golden-haired girl sat quietly on the hill.
The knight Bedivere knelt before her, holding the sword in both hands, tears flowing through his eyes.
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