Holy Sword of Victory
"Yes, sir."
Artoria nodded gratefully.
This was none other than Wei Nai'er, the Angel in charge of her Angel Reincarnation.
"Since this is your first audience with our Lord, let's go up the heavenly steps."
"Yes, Lady Wei Nai'er."
Artoria answered obediently.
They ascended the Heavenly Steps, passing through the Fourth Paradise Mountain, and climbed step by step to the Paradise Mountain.
Along the way, there were noticeably more Angel flying over the celestial steps.
Angel are kind and polite beings. Many Angel, unless they have something to do, will fly down to greet them when they see them.
Wei Nai'er smiled and greeted Artoria.
After they climbed all the way to the top, they finally arrived at the First Paradise Mountain.
At this moment, one can already see the magnificent open-air palace at the top of the First Paradise Mountain, with endless Platinum light emanating from it, dazzling the boundless space and time.
The two sides of the celestial staircase were now filled with guarding Angel.
They had four wings, solemn expressions, wore Platinum armor, and held flaming swords. They stood quietly at their posts, motionless.
The First Paradise Mountain is already close to the deep space of the Astral Realm. Above them is Nothingness emptiness of darkness, and beneath their feet is the land they are guarding.
In an instant, an overwhelming sense of solemnity washed over us.
Wei Nai'er gently tugged at Artoria's hand.
"Let's go, Artoria, the Lord is up there."
Artoria took a deep breath and resolutely lifted her foot forward.
They passed through the guarding Angel Guard and finally arrived at the temple in Artoria's dream.
Wei Nai'er stopped in front of the hall and smiled at Artoria.
Go forth, for the Lord awaits you.
Artoria nodded, knowing this was the final hurdle. She gritted her teeth and stepped into the magnificent hall.
Upon entering the hall, one is immediately struck by the sight of an incomparably majestic and imposing Monarch seated on the Sacred Throne. Before one can take a closer look, one kneels down and respectfully proclaims.
"Artoria, the believer on earth, is now finally able to bow before the throne of the Lord. Our Lord is Glory, and his name will be sung in praise for all ages!"
Just as she anxiously awaited a response, the Monarch on the Sacred Throne finally spoke, his face full of smiles.
"Artoria, good girl, don't be nervous, lift your head."
"Yes, my lord!"
She was finally able to raise her head and look up at the God she believed in.
A majestic God-King with silver hair and purple eyes sat on Platinum Sacred Throne. His ten wings, forged from light, shone brilliantly. His deep eyes seemed to contain the entire universe, making him incomparably Holiness and awe-inspiring.
A graceful and dignified goddess sat beside her, looking at her with a smile.
She didn't dare look too closely and quickly lowered her head slightly. She felt that the face looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
Then, she heard Lord of Heaven on the Sacred Throne speak.
"Artoria, you are brave and steadfast, loyal to your faith, love your people, and protect your country. As a mortal Monarch, you have reached the pinnacle. You became Demigod through your own abilities, and you are truly a person of extraordinary Talent."
"At the same time, I greatly admire your lack of greed for power, your orderly succession, and your care for the younger generation."
"From Jeanne onwards, I've loved every Knight King of the Golden Lion Knight Kingdom."
"However, you have served the longest and your achievements are comparable to Jeanne's. Every good deed you do deserves to be rewarded, so I have a gift for you."
"Gael, give that sword to her."
Instantly.
A lively voice came from one side of the Sacred Throne.
"Yes, Father God."
A Six-Winged Angel with silver hair and golden eyes walked up to Artoria, holding a blue and white longsword.
"Artoria, congratulations!"
"This Sword of Victory, forged by my own hands, is now entrusted to you!"
"Thank you, Gael!"
Artoria quickly expressed her gratitude.
What merit or ability did she possess to receive the sword forged by Lord of Heaven's daughter, the Goddess of Victory?
"You're welcome. From now on, you'll serve under me."
On the Sacred Throne, Jiang Yuu was taken aback.
Wow, this little girl has arranged everything for me like this.
At that moment, the goddess Annatania sat down beside him with a smile and whispered something to him.
"Yuliel, that's fine too. I quite like Artoria as well. Her strength is still very weak. It's good for her to stay with Gael for now."
"Anna, you're right."
So he spoke up.
"Artoria, you'll stay by Gael's side for now."
"Yes, my lord!"
Artoria's words had barely finished.
Then they heard Gael say with a laugh.
"If there's nothing else, Dad, I'll take Artoria to meet some acquaintances!"
Jiang Yuu You nodded helplessly.
"Go quickly."