Chapter 612
But this old man really likes to talk about fate all the time.
A strange, eccentric old man.
"I'd like to see what makes her so capable of opposing Morgan."
Ramesses II had high hopes for this.
That Queen Morgan clearly continues to possess a power surpassing even that of the gods.
What makes six mere Pilgrimage Bell capable of defeating it?
Within the Lostbelt.
The Pilgrimage Bell has been rung.
The ancient and melodious sound of the bell echoed in the ears of all the fairies.
As the bells tolled throughout Lostbelt.
A series of images flashed by.
Aurora, the patriarch of the Wind Clan, chuckled, "Congratulations, Artoria Caster! Thank you, Ritsuka Fujimaru. A new future for Britain has begun!"
He is one of the patriarchs of the Six Great Clans.
She naturally wanted to overthrow Queen Morgan's rule.
Ringing the Pilgrimage Bell signifies the beginning of defeating Morgan.
Koyanskaya laughed even harder, "Wow, the Pilgrimage Bell has rung, the war is about to begin! Fight! Fight!"
She's purely a fun-loving person.
It doesn't matter how many humans or fairies die.
They only care about having fun, the bloodier the fight, the better.
After all, she is Humanity's Evil who holds the power of [enjoying].
It was formed by the cries of countless animals perishing and the pain of the earth being torn apart during the Tunguska event.
In her view, humans who indiscriminately hunt animals have no reason to exist!
Chocolate fields in the north.
"Well, the bell doesn't seem to have any effect on me. But at least that little girl did something worthwhile."
Nockturna frowned slightly. "My only rival, go and ring all the Pilgrimage Bell!"
Camelot.
In front of the Amyrlin Throne.
The Fae all began to feel uneasy.
Each of them cautiously gazed at the Queen on the throne.
Queen Morgan calmly issued the order, "Now that the Pilgrimage Bell has been rung, from this moment forward, mobilize all fairies to hunt down Ritsuka Fujimaru and Artoria Caster!"
"We will fight to the death, with all our might!"
The ultimate declaration of war.
The Queen controls the entire Lostbelt has decided to kill Nameless and Artoria Caster.
Leave no chance of survival!
The Fae instantly became excited.
Their eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty, murderous light, as if they had transformed into ferocious demons.
Queen Morgan looked at the Fae with utter mockery. "Heh, two thousand years have passed, and the bloodthirsty killing etched into their souls remains unchanged. What a hideous existence!"
The Fae don't need to thank her for protecting them.
And she wasn't protecting the fairies at all; she was purely trying to ensure the future of the Lostbelt.
The war has begun.
Morgan mobilized a massive army of fairies and launched the final war.
At the same time.
Artoria Caster, who rang the Pilgrimage Bell, was glowing all over.
At that moment, she became light!
The girl exclaimed, "Hey, why am I Gilgamesh? Am I going to turn into the sun? Am I going to die?"
A vast, ocean-like magical power surged into her body.
The girl felt as if her entire body was on fire.
"Hey, hurry up and use the water! The Child of Prophecy is going to be burned to death!" Oberon urged anxiously.
Da Vinci was also filled with astonishment and uncertainty. "Um, what exactly is going on?"
The group of people all panicked.
Ringing the Pilgrimage Bell is a fulfillment of a prophecy made sixteen years ago.
But something seems to have gone wrong.
Just as everyone was in a state of panic...
The nameless man stepped forward and gently embraced the girl. "Don't panic, this is all your power. Calm down."
"Eh... too close... uh~"
Artoria Caster's face turned bright red.
Besides the infusion of immense magical power, there was also the shyness of being suddenly hugged by the other party.
But in that embrace, she instantly felt incredibly safe and secure.
The light dissipated, and she completely controlled the immense magical power, transforming it into her own strength.
A half-baked Magecraft suddenly experiences a surge in fighting power, several times over!
The nameless man asked softly, "How do you feel?"
"I... I think I've gotten stronger?"
Artoria Caster, feeling the immense magical power within her, embraced the boy with great delight.
She rested her chin on the other person's shoulder and whispered, "Hearing the bell tolled also allowed me to see myself in the Pan-Human History."
"That girl is completely different from me; she's so much more outstanding than me."
"Pull the Sword in the Stone, be crowned king, and lead the Knights of the Round Table into battle across the land."
"The Perfect King trusted and worshipped by all."
That self in the Pan-Human History was once told by an anonymous person.
But now, she felt the other person's presence once again in the most direct way.
Besides admiration and a sense of inferiority, Artoria Caster also felt deep pity.
"But she was too perfect. Even with you by her side, she still gave everything to Britain."
"Never in love, never possessing an independent self, not even allowed to fail."
The thought of that scene brought her pain.
All the people of Britain regarded the other as the perfect king.
That throne became the most terrible shackle.
Even the Knight of the Round Table began to say, "The king doesn't understand people's hearts."
This led to Mordred's rebellion, and the Battle of Camlann shattered this shackle!
"That was her choice." Wuming reached out and hugged her tightly.
Back then, before the Sword in the Stone.
He repeatedly emphasized that once Artoria drew that sword, she would no longer be human.
But the girl still pulled the Sword in the Stone without hesitation.
He completely dedicated his life and soul to Britain.
As the Nameless Knight was protecting the other, he chose to respect the other's choice.
He fought alongside his enemy in countless battles, until the very end of his life!
Just then...
Da Vinci suddenly exclaimed, "Where's Mashu? She was just over there, where did she go?"
"Mashu???"
The nameless man released Artoria Caster and looked around in surprise and uncertainty.
The Little Shield Girl vanished into thin air.
They were just standing there a moment ago, but now they've vanished without a trace.
Not a trace of magic could be sensed, and even Command Spell couldn't connect with the other party; it was as if they didn't exist in this world at all!
He sighed softly, "Indeed, this is fate's choice."
The scene shifts.
The audience soon understood why he said that.
When Mashu regained consciousness after being taken away by a mysterious force, she found herself on a beach.
She looked around in confusion. "What's going on? What happened?"
Even though she was right next to her senior, she was suddenly swept away by some force.
Now, let alone seniors, you can't even find a single familiar face.
Wait, something's not right.
Mashu exclaimed in surprise, "Habetrot, you're here too?"
Yes, there was a familiar figure in front of me; it was Habetrot.
I met this exceptionally talented tailor back in Sheffield, the territory.
The other party even said they would prepare the most beautiful wedding dress for her!
Unfortunately, her senior wasn't around, so she didn't have him prepare anything.
But strangely enough...
Habetrot looked at him like he was a stranger. "Oh, you're awake? What a strange fellow, wearing a full suit of armor."
Another person stepped forward.
"Can we kill her? She must be an evil fairy!" Habetrot exclaimed excitedly.
"Hey, hey, it's me, Mashu, Habetrot!" Mashu greeted her quickly.
"Huh? I don't know you. Besides, I'm the Fae Knight Habetrot!"
Habetrot paused for a moment, "Habetrot, that sounds pretty good. Tonnerec, this guy is Magecraft just like you!"
Under its excited call.
A figure appeared, dressed in a gorgeous white gown, paired with a white mini skirt, and wearing a dark blue hat.
She looks exactly like Artoria Caster!
The Spear of Selection in her hand was more mature and steady than anything else.
"Hello, nice to meet you. I am Tonnerec. May I ask who you are?"
The girl asked in an extremely polite manner.
"I... I am Mashu Geleilite."
Mashu stared blankly at the other person, "Are you... the Savior Tonnerec???"