Fairy’s Box

After a few autumn rains in Edinburgh in November, the atmosphere of autumn became stronger, the lichens were dyed golden, and the pine trees that were growing everywhere began to release the nutrients they had accumulated from spring and summer, bringing the land with harmony. Harvest synchronization is full of vitality.

The fruit of the harvest, the fallen leaves, they seem to tell the prosperity and decline of life, this is a simple cycle, but this process shows the vitality of metabolism.

Those withered and fragile branches have already sprinkled the seeds of life extension to the earth. Sooner or later, the twilight of the sunset will fade, and the night will come. After resting, it will be a bright vitality.

Fallen leaves and dusk, each represent the end of a season and a day, the savings of spring bring prosperity to summer, and the colors of life in full bloom in autumn are the most beautiful scenery of the year.

Under the arched window of the palace, Yale picked up the baby in his arms and held it in his arms carefully, watching the pale golden light of the sunset shine on his chubby face, as if he saw a budding baby in the fruit season. seedling. She was so different, so out of place with the brilliance of this evening, yet so fitting with this autumn day full of splendor.

I don't know if it's because the godfather's actions are too rude, or because the sun dazzled his eyes, the little guy pursed his mouth in displeasure, the golden curly hair on his forehead trembled slightly, and clenched his pink fist. Twice in the air.

"Hahaha, Lilith, did you see that this little guy is shaking his fist at me!"

The black-haired knight was teased by her with a belly laugh, looking at the white tender and crystal-clear little face, he put on a glaring expression, which turned out to be a lively glaring.

"This child is in a relationship with you."

Lilith's pale face due to blood loss was filled with the brilliance of motherhood. She was lying on the white floor-standing bed covered by layers of curtains, with her hands folded on her stomach, smiling at her daughter.

The little baby in Yale's hands is the daughter of Kenneth and Lilith - Artoria, the blood of the royal family of the two dynasties of the Highland Kingdom, and the unique heir of this country.

The little guy looks very much like her mother, with clear eyes and bright eyes, especially the watery eyes that look like blue diamonds when they are calm, and like stars when they flicker. The mouth flap seems to be a quiet crescent moon, with a slightly upturned nose, and a curly hair on the natural golden bangs - it is said that it is just like this at birth, and it can't be pressed down, Lilith thinks it is this. The good omen of the baby's health was simply kept for the daughter.

This new-born little guy is surprisingly energetic. Other babies sleep at least 18 hours a day. She actually opened her eyes after 7 hours of sleep, and then she started tossing her mother and maid endlessly. .

And the appetite is so large that at least Lilith can't satisfy her alone. She has to be fed by a team of wet nurses to feed this little guy's bottomless appetite.

Because of this, Kenneth was even more displeased - this is not the appetite of humans, and the lion is just like this, this little freak will be a scourge sooner or later.

After listening to Lilith's description of her daughter's appetite, Ares felt that it was very good. Wouldn't the baby grow faster if he eats more. This little guy has such a good appetite, and he will definitely grow taller in the future. He can practice swordsmanship and play guns with half the effort. This is a good thing that many people can't ask for.

"Wow!"

Arturia seemed to be aware of someone's thoughts, a wisp of golden hair curled up on her forehead, and her two fluffy little claws were restlessly pulling the air, as if she was expressing her dissatisfaction in this way. .

"Hahaha."

Seeing her naive look, the black-haired knight couldn't help but burst into laughter again. He reached out and touched her hair, which made the other party struggle.

"..."

Lilith watched this scene quietly, the smile on her face was still calm and soft, and she subconsciously increased her strength by pressing a pair of white and slender hands on her abdomen.

At this moment, a maid walked into the bedroom holding a fluffy skirt, bowed to Lilith and Yale respectively, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, and the Marquis, the christening ceremony is ready."

"Then let's begin."

The queen nodded lightly, lifted the duvet, and started changing with the help of the maids.

Yale, on the other hand, walked out of the bedroom with Artoria in his arms. He was not interested in watching the Queen of the Highlands changing clothes. It would be disrespectful to say that it was too small, and it would be adultery if it was too big.

...

Highland Palace, prayer room.

Several priests were standing in front of the altar of the ancestors. There were a circle of red candles lit around the altar. The air was full of mysterious, indescribable scents of spices, a little like milk, and a little like honey. There are also some that resemble floral scents.

The black-haired knight stood in front of the white tulip flower-shaped altar with the baby in his arms, watching an elderly priest take out an exquisite silver kettle, chanting blessings in his mouth, and aiming the slender spout at the altar.

The silver long-necked kettle swayed a few times in the air, and then there seemed to be a sound of water, as if liquid was poured into the body of the kettle. Then, I saw clean warm water floated out from the slender and beautiful spout of the kettle.

The water in the jug seemed to never run out until it filled the entire altar, and then it stopped overflowing. At this moment, Lilith walked over, leaned in front of her daughter, and lightly kissed her forehead.

Just as the queen raised her head, Yale noticed the sparkling tears in the corners of her eyes, but he thought it was a first-time mother's tears of joy, so he didn't particularly care.

"Your Majesty, please take off the swaddling clothes for the princess, immerse her in the water, and then shout her christian name, the ceremony is complete." The priest put away the silver jug ​​and said with a big smile.

"Christian name?"

The black-haired knight has a headache. This is the first time he has participated in this kind of ceremony. I don't know if he has to choose a Christian name in advance. If he thinks about one at this moment, it is a bit too informal.

Queen Lilith seemed to have anticipated this situation long ago. She dragged the corner of her skirt and walked behind Yale, and said softly:

"Sylvia, let's call it Sylvia."

"Okay, just call Sylvia."

Yale nodded politely. The name that he had just brewed in his mind was Ellie, but since the mother of the child has already made up her mind, let's follow her will.

The black-haired knight peeled off Arturia's clothes, held her back and little buttocks, and slowly put it into the warm water, while shouting her Christian name, and then quickly took the little guy out. altar.

The waitresses who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward, took out the thin towel blankets they had prepared, wiped off the water stains for the princess, and wrapped them in warm swaddles again to prevent her from getting cold.

In this way, the baptism ceremony is over, and Yale has officially become Artoria's godfather and patron, with custody and parenting rights second only to her biological parents, which is considered to have passed the addiction of being a father a time earlier.

...

Soul Shaping Hall.

In the familiar conversion ceremony, Yalei gradually transformed into the power of the soul with the water-calling fighting qi, condensing the spirit into the star gate, and then gently rushing, the consciousness drilled out of his body, easier than ever.

He stayed in the purple beam of light radiating from his forehead, receiving the growing power of his soul, his heart suddenly moved, and he squeezed his palm. The touch was like reality, with only a trace of opaque illusion remaining.

The black-haired knight knows very well that if he can eliminate this last trace of illusory feeling, he is likely to reach the realm of materialization of his soul. At that time, even if his soul is detached from the body, Styx will not be able to help himself.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, he tried to sink into the darkness again, his consciousness contracted and contracted, and then contracted again. As an invisible boundary film blocked the "eye" again, Yale tried his best to slam.

boom--!

Some kind of sharp to the limit sound exploded in the depths of the black-haired knight's soul. He was thrown to the heights by the power contained in the sound. of peace and quiet.

There seems to be something faintly moving in the fetus, and it seems to be pregnant with some kind of great power. The invisible spiritual power penetrates from it like a thread, like a broken seal, radiating a powerful rhythm.

The black-haired knight tried to touch the rhythm in the darkness, but the boundless darkness instantly disappeared and contracted, forming a black void in front of him. This darkness has no constant shape. It seems that due to some force field, it twists and pulls a ring of light beams, like a black sun surrounded by satellites.

Yale looked around and found that up, down, front, back, left and right, there was an endless dark void, as if he was in the universe.

Just as he was trying to get in touch with this force, an irresistible repulsive force rushed towards his face and pushed the black-haired knight out. At this moment, he seemed to see a twisting and spinning universe, an exploding singularity... Consciousness... ...weightless...

In the Soul Shaping Pond, Yalei's short black hair stood upright in the air without wind, and the powerful spiritual force that overflowed interfered with matter, and even the light from the dome was folded and distorted.

Whoosh-!

The ceremony finally ended. Under the purple beam of light that suddenly converged, the black-haired knight suddenly opened his eyes, as if his body was being pushed hard by some kind of force. He staggered back, then squatted and knelt on the ground, holding his head in his hands, shaking violently.

"Huh...huh..."

Yale panted violently, a dark hole split deep between his eyebrows, and a huge aura of power permeated inside, as if something in his head was trying to get out of his head, to break through the shackles of the skull!

"Go back! Go back! Go back!"

The black-haired knight didn't know what it meant, but his intuition as a deified knight told him that if he let this power continue to overflow, his head would burst like a balloon.

This severe pain seemed to tear his soul apart, more severe than any physical wound. He felt that his soul seemed to be filled with something, and it was almost bursting out.

"Dark power..."

Yale clenched his fists subconsciously to contain the severe pain in his brain, trying to stay awake, trying to read the information he received from the depths of his soul.

All along, the darkness that he has converged his consciousness to the limit, turned out to be the source of all darkness and shadows.

It coexists in opposition to the source of light and fire. It belongs to one of the singularities of the great universe. It contains infinite power and power. Those who are qualified to contact it are high-ranking demon gods. The deeper the contact, the greater the benefits.

Each deified knight will come into contact with the singularity that includes their own source power. They will inherit knowledge and power that mortals can't imagine through perception and communication, and use it as their true body to strengthen their future.

If the real body is a complete machine, then this knowledge is like the parts that make up the machine, and there are more high-quality parts and relatively inferior parts. If you have enough knowledge, you can select enough high-quality parts to replace the real parts, so as to exceed the limit of the original deified object.

This is a difficult and lengthy process, requiring a large stockpile to pick out enough optimized parts.

Just like the seven blue-blooded families that have been inherited from the empire, the power of the end that their ancestors obtained at the beginning was not strong, and it was not comparable to the current real knight.

But they are lucky enough to be able to pass on the power of the family. After more than a thousand years of accumulated reserves, after tens of hundreds of generations of efforts, and constantly optimizing the "machine", they can have an almost invincible real body.

Of course, there will also be a dilemma that inferior parts are mistaken for high-quality parts, or the performance does not match after replacement, but the power is reduced. All in all, the deeper the contact with the source, the more parts they have at their disposal.

The power inherited by Emperor Agaric is directly the source power itself. He can instantly find and select the highest quality parts to form the strongest machine among light and fire.

If the Knights of Death, who belong to the same side of light and fire, spend endless time stocking up parts, and use infinite energy to strengthen their true bodies, then one day they may be infinitely close to the intensity of eternal fire, but they will never be surpassed—because every time Every moment, the power and knowledge contained in the source of light increases.

As the black-haired knight digested the information he suddenly received, the feeling of tearing his soul slowly disappeared. He tried to experience the strength of his soul and found that it had reached the terrifying value of forty-seven.

"It seems that it is not easy for the real body to surpass the original king of fear."

Yale rubbed his sore brows. After confirming that the hole was closed, he slowly exhaled and stood up from the Soul Shaping Pond.

...

Back at the palace, he was about to say goodbye to Queen Lilith, but unexpectedly the other party hugged Artoria in tears, touched his daughter several times, and finally reluctantly sent her to the black-haired knight:

"I knew Kenneth couldn't accept this child, so I made an agreement with him long before he was born. Arturia will be entrusted to someone who can be trusted, and if our next child is a son, then he It is the heir of the kingdom, if the next child is a daughter, then take her back to inherit the throne."

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