Artoria wants to read people's hearts

"Although my lifespan is slightly shorter than those of ordinary people, it is not short."

"But, but..."

"You have other choices, that holy gun, as long as you use it, you can live forever."

Mordred was still dissatisfied, and if she could, she wished her father never died.

"My daughter, this is the path your father chose. If possible, I would not draw out the Holy Lance, because I want to preserve my humanity until the last moment."

"People are mortal, and I am not unacceptable to that ending."

Arturia reached out and patted Mordred's shoulder, "I will walk with you."

"Please walk to the end with me with a smile and blessing."

The meaning of the king has been expressed very clearly, Mordred opened his mouth, and finally chose to remain silent.

Because she already knew that no matter how much she persuaded, her father's thoughts would not change in the slightest.

So what's the point of continuing to argue?

So, she sat back on the chair again, nodded slowly and heavily.

"I understand, Father."

Mordred said, "Since this is the path you have chosen, I will say no more."

"But, no matter what." She raised her head and looked seriously into Artoria's eyes, pleading in her voice, "The holy sword has been broken, please take care of your own body during the battle."

Such a wounded, bleeding, weak father, Mordred did not want to see it again.

"Of course, I promise you, I will take care of myself."

Arturia is very pleased with the love and care from her daughter.

"Actually, I will go to the Fairy in the Lake with Merlin in a few days to get a new sword."

She patted Mordred on the head, "Listen to him, it is the same god-made weapon as Calibur, it seems to be called Excalibur."

"In a few days, I will have a new weapon."

The same god-made weapon? !

Mordred stood up again a little excitedly, "Then, will the sword of the oath of victory be like the holy sword, allowing you to freeze time?"

"That's right."

Artoria glanced at Mordred dumbfounded, "But..."

"As I said before, King Arthur's death is inevitable, so the Fairy of the Lake made an agreement with me that when I fall into a deep sleep, I will return this sword."

"!!!"

what is this? !

Mordred held his hands tightly, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

This means that even if he has this sword, will his father still have to die in the end?

Could it be, is there really no way to prevent this sad ending?

Do not!wrong! !

There is still a way......

That holy spear, the Pillar of the World named Rhongomyniad.

If King Arthur was going to die after all, would he be able to escape this fate by pulling out the Holy Lance and becoming the father of the gods?

Mordred's eyes were dim, and she looked up at Artoria calmly.

Because there would be a side effect of being eroded by the Holy Lance and tainted with divinity, the father was unwilling to draw the gun.

But as long as the father can live......

She Mordred is willing to give anything, even her own life.

Chapter 59 The Sword and Sheath of the Vowed Victory

Three days later, Artoria accompanied Merlin to the location of the holy lake, and got the sword of the vowed victory from the fairy in the lake.

The length of the sword is about 3 feet, and the width of the sword is about 4 inches.

The color is still mainly gold and blue, the sword is made of gold, and there are fairy characters written on the body of the sword.

Generally speaking, although it is not as gorgeous as the previous Sword in the Stone, it has a more powerful ability than the Holy Sword.

The main thing is its meaning, a symbol of victory.

According to Merlin's introduction, it is the apex sword in the category of holy swords. It uses people's beliefs as the raw material and is crystallized inside the planet as one of the ultimate divine weapons of "the strongest fantasy".

It sounds great.

While she was still looking down at the newly acquired weapon in her hand, Merlin said from the side, "My disciple, the most important thing about this sword is not the sword itself, but the scabbard."

"Scabbard?"

Arturia raised her eyebrows, and turned to look in Merlin's direction.

"Yes." Merlin nodded under her gaze, "Although the Sword of Oath of Victory is very powerful, compared to its scabbard, I think it is still slightly inferior."

"The holder of the scabbard can quickly heal from any injury, and even the aging of the body will stop. It will place the holder in an ideal land, and can shield all physical influences, forming a chain of five magics. Absolute defense that cannot be touched."

"That is to say." He paused, and then drew the end of his explanation, "Hold it, and you will never bleed and get hurt."

"...That's really amazing."

Arturia shifted her gaze to the scabbard, and looked at it with great interest.

"You don't seem very surprised?"

Merlin walked to her side, feeling a little bored that he didn't see the surprised look on the other side.

"Why do you think so?" Arturia retorted directly and quickly, "Of course I was very surprised."

"only........"

She smiled helplessly, "I'm just getting used to this kind of super-standard weapon."

"The Golden Sword of Victory, the Sword of Promised Victory, the Holy Spear Rungomigniad..."

Arturia listed them one by one with her fingers, "And this scabbard."

At the end, she sighed, "No matter which one, it has all kinds of powerful functions."

"But this scabbard is different."

Merlin curled his lips unhappily, like a child who hasn't been praised by adults, and angrily hammered the ground with his cane.

"After all, protection is more important than strength, isn't it?"

Arturia still agrees with this sentence, so she restrained her casual expression, nodded seriously and said to the Magician of Flowers.

"The reason why I took up the sword is to protect the existence that I cherish and love."

"Because strength is not for conquest, but for protection."

When she said this, her expression began to soften, and her green eyes were as clear as a mirror, but there was the most gentle color in them.

She thought of her children, her wife, her sister, and the people who entrusted everything to her.

They are responsibilities that Artoria willingly shoulders.

Merlin was taken aback when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

"Pfft~"

In Artoria's somewhat bewildered expression, the white-haired young man suddenly bent down and burst out laughing.

Physiological tears flashed from the corners of his eyes, and while smiling, he reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"That's right, that's how it should be."

After laughing for a while, he slowly stopped laughing, and in Artoria's eyes looking like an idiot, he said with joy in his voice, "Liya, remember what you said."

"What?" She tilted her head and asked with some doubts.

"Strength is not for conquest." Merlin stepped forward and lowered his head, looking at the blond girl with purple eyes, he said slowly, "It's for protection."

He fixedly looked at Artoria, the deep purple seemed to be filled with an endless crimson abyss.

What was reflected in Merlin's eyes that could see through everything in the world was the bright red battlefield and countless corpses.

That is the future, but it is not the future.

Arturia, my disciple, can you break free from that tragic fate and show me another happy ending?

".......what."

"Of course." Although she didn't quite understand why Merlin came here suddenly, it didn't prevent her from giving an affirmative answer.

She raised a gentle and bright smiling face, the sunlight pierced through her golden hair and reflected in her emerald green pupils, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyebrows were slightly curved.

"No matter when and where, I will never forget, because this is my philosophy that will never change."

Green and purple stare at each other.

In the end, Merlin just reached out and touched Artoria's head.

Under the increasingly hostile gaze of the blond girl, he raised his eyebrows, then withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"It's terrible, Lia."

Merlin waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Your eyes look as if you will draw out the sword of vowed victory in the next second and hit me on the forehead."

Exaggerated rhetoric, exaggerated body language, completely unable to see the seriousness of the previous second.

This is the Magician of Flowers that Arturia is familiar with.

"........"

With a speechless sigh, she said to Merlin in a perfunctory tone with a blank face.

"How do you know what I was thinking just now?"

"To be honest." Artoria shrugged. "It's really a pity. If you were a second late, my sword would have greeted your head."

"It's also a good time to try to see if I can take advantage of this new weapon."

"Tsk tsk."

"Then I have to retreat in time." He took two steps back cooperatively, raised his hand to cover his chest with a frightened expression.

To be honest, it makes people itch and wants to punch someone.

"Hey." Altoli shook her head, and looked away with a look of unbearable gaze.

"Okay, stop playing tricks."

She said, "We've been out for a long time. Although the Saxons have retreated on several fronts, we can't relax even if we won't win a day."

Speaking of this, she took the lead and walked forward, "Now that the sword and scabbard of the sworn victory are in hand, it's time to beat those greedy hyenas back to their lair."

Chapter 60 Cub, Dad will show you some fireworks

With Artoria, who has the sword of the vowed victory and the scabbard, it can be called even more powerful.

The scabbard prevents her from being injured, and without any worries, she can block and kill gods on the battlefield, and Buddhas can block and kill Buddhas.

The more courageous King Arthur led his army, and defeated the Saxons who invaded the country.

And now, it is their final battle.

Hearing the opponent blowing the attack horn, Artoria's expression was icy cold at the moment.