Chapter 917

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Then, following Shirou’s instructions, she used resonance magecraft to link all the Bells of Pilgrimage together.

Every Bell of Pilgrimage in the faerie kingdom of Britain rang at the very same instant.

The six peals seemed to proclaim the end of the queen’s two-thousand-year reign—and the approaching end of the faerie kingdom itself.

“...Heave-ho! There, all done.”

Listening to the lingering chimes, Artoria wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Heh-heh! I told you I could do it on my own!

“Those two evil spirits at the entrance to the bell tower were pretty tough, but I managed to beat them!

“Who were that red-haired boy and white-haired girl, anyway...?

“Oh, well. More importantly, I finally rang the bells... Huh?”

The Child of Prophecy noticed something strange and looked down in bewilderment.

“Huh? Wh-what is this? I’m glowing!? That’s really bright!

“A-am I going to explode!? Is my body going to explode!?”

It was not.

The light spilling out of her soon faded on its own.

Artoria blinked and continued examining herself.

While setting up the resonance magecraft and ringing the Bells of Pilgrimage, she had kept repeating one wish in her heart: “I want to be taller! I want to be taller! I want to be taller!”

Unfortunately, the Bells of Pilgrimage were not an all-powerful wish-granting machine. They could not answer the Child of Prophecy’s wish.

Her height had not changed at all.

“But my magical energy hasn’t just increased a little... Power keeps welling up inside me...”

Realizing this, Artoria’s mouth fell open in surprise.

Her body felt warm and weightless.

And it was not just her body. Her head felt a little... dizzy, too... Huh?

Ringing all six Bells of