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Heroic Spirit Constellation, on a high star.
The dark sky was fixed by a law at dusk. On a hill covered in blood, broken limbs, and countless corpses, a beautiful figure stood alone and desolate at the top.
At some point in time, a golden speck of light appeared in the void. It floated past countless corpses and arrived in front of the figure.
As if time had finally passed, she slowly stretched out her blood-stained hand, and the golden light floated into her hand and slowly fused into it.
When the light spots completely merged into the body, the figure suddenly began to tremble.
The Holy Sword that she was holding tightly fell to the ground silently. She slowly sat down, and crystal tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the dark red ground.
As soon as the tears touched the ground, the eternal sky seemed to be broken. The bright sunlight broke through the dark sky, and the blood, limbs, and corpses on the hill began to melt into light spots.
The pretty girl raised her head and looked at the sky. The warm sunlight shone on her face.
This perfect king, the tragic king, had tears on his iceberg-like face.
"That's great…"
There were no remains, no smoke. Under the warm sunlight, the hill returned to its original appearance.
Artolia wiped away her tears, and her emerald eyes glowed again.
A white figure slowly walked out of the forest and came to Altoria's side. Looking at the changes in the space, he smiled and said,"
"I didn't expect that there would be such great power in the world. It seems that the identity of the First Emperor is not as simple as it seems.”
Artolia stood up with her holy sword and slashed at the figure.
The sharp Holy Sword silently cut through the target, but the figure that was cut in half was actually an illusion, and the main body suddenly appeared not far away.
Artoria pointed her holy sword at him and said coldly,""What are you doing here…Merlin."
This figure was none other than the legendary Court Mage of King Arthur, Mage Merlin.
Merlin, who was holding a white wooden staff, smiled with narrowed eyes and waved his hand innocently."Aiya, it's been a long time since we last met, but you actually welcome me so warmly. You really haven't changed…Oh, my king."
Artolia sheathed her sword and stabbed it in front of her, ignoring Merlin's intention.
Merlin, who did not receive a reply, shrugged.""Do you want to go back to Avalon with me?"
After a moment of silence, Artolia slowly said,""No, someone once said…He will come and take me away."
"Aiyaya…I see." Merlin nodded regretfully.
"Do you think he has the ability to take you away?”
"He promised me." Artolia slowly closed her eyes, ignoring Merlin.
Merlin did not say anything else. He looked at the young girl in front of him quietly. After a long time, he smiled and his body became more and more illusory before finally disappearing.
"King who has escaped fate, I sincerely wish you... To be able to obtain happiness."
Altolia listened to Merlin's words as he left and said softly,""Happiness…Huh?"
The breeze blew past her face and blew her bangs. On that beautiful face…He was smiling.
"How slow…"
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