Artoria wants to read people's hearts

However.......

A feeling of sleepiness hit her, she obviously didn't want to fall asleep, but her eyelids sank involuntarily.

Stretching out her hands, she said to her wife coquettishly, "Gui Ni, come to my side."

Seeing his wife moving over obediently, she wrapped her arms around the other's waist, trying to hug his wife.

But the strength can't be used at all....

It was already very strenuous just to raise his hand, let alone send Guinevere into his arms.

Perhaps seeing that her husband's heart was too strong but his strength was insufficient, Guinevere leaned down slightly, and she shrank into Artoria's arms obediently.

Holding the soft body in her arms, she rubbed the hair from her wife's temples, and she finally sighed in satisfaction.

The sky is clear and deep, and the air is clear and transparent.

The fresh, light air swayed and rolled quietly like waves on the seashore, and it seemed that it felt more free at high places.

——Am I going to be free too?

The eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and even breathing was generally difficult and tired.

A black satin seemed to be pulled out of the eyes, enveloping the whole self.

Finally, before closing your eyes.

She spoke very slowly and softly in Guinevere's ear.

"...Gui Ni, I love you."

These words made Guinevere burst into tears in an instant. The tears were like rolling pearls, falling down her cheeks and onto her husband's clothes, soaking the blue into dark blue.

"...Al, I love you too." She choked back her husband's love.

Arturia used her last strength to elicit a happy smile, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Hearing this sentence, this life is enough.

Feel the arms hanging down around him, and feel the stagnation of breathing coming from his ears.

Guinevere suddenly tightened her arms holding Artoria, and buried her face into her husband's heartless chest.

After a long time, there was a sad cry.

At this moment, she lost the love of her life.

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The king left the world, and only the queen was by his side.

The legend of King Arthur came to an end the moment Arturia closed her eyes.

Enduring her grief, Guinevere withdrew from her husband's arms, her eyes were red, and there were still clear tears on her face.

——You have to be strong.

She once again warned herself in her heart, knowing that now is not the time to cry.

She stretched out her hand to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, and when the tears had completely disappeared, her expression had changed from sad to determined.

I will definitely be able to see my husband again, absolutely!

Guinevere's eyes were on fire, and the conviction in her heart urged her to act quickly.

Gritting her teeth, she took out a piece of black cloth from her bosom, and began to silently recite the spell Morgan taught her.

I saw my hands stretched out and shaking, and the nameless breeze blew its corners, and in an instant, the square-inch-sized fabric turned into a jet-black crow.

His whole body was as black as ink and night, and his eyes were as red as blood.

The crow symbolizes the unknown, but at this moment, it is the hope in Guinevere's heart.

He lowered his head and murmured a few words to the black flying bird, and with a shrill "ahh~", Guinevere threw it vigorously into the air.

The warm and bright sunlight shone on the crow feathers, like black flowers blooming in the sky.

The bird fluttered its wings and left this place with Guinevere's expectation.

It will take her information to find Morgan and pass on the news of Artoria's death.

The waiting time seemed very long, obviously less than 10 minutes had passed, but in Guinevere's view, it seemed that centuries had passed.

Ten minutes later, Morgan's figure stepped out of the shadows in the forest.

As the sun shines on her body, she is like a fairy walking out of the legendary forest.

Holding a gorgeous magic wand, she looks solemn, mysterious and gorgeous under the blue sky.

However, Guinevere has no time to appreciate the beauty of the other party at this time.

She looked at Morgan with red eyes, and her eyes were full of desperation.

Like a gambler, she put all her hopes on the other party.

"Why are you the only one?"

Guinevere asked hurriedly, "Where's Mordred? Why didn't she come with you??"

"Don't be so impatient."

Morgan walked up to her and rolled his eyes in an inelegant manner.

However, facing the wet eyes of the queen's accusation, he finally calmed down helplessly, "When you sent the news, Mordred just went out to go shopping..."

She paused, "So don't worry, I have already let the crow familiar stay in the hotel, and I can see it as soon as Mordred comes back, and I rushed over .”

So this is ah.......

Guinevere pursed her lips, and turned her head away in embarrassment.

After all, because she was with Al, it was very troublesome to send and receive news...

So she thought that something had happened to Morgan and Mordred during her absence, and she didn't know about it.

Everything was just a misunderstanding.

Realizing this, Guinevere couldn't help but quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Morgan and Mordred sneaked up one after another as early as the day they left Camelot.

Because they were afraid of being discovered by Artoria, the two of them hung at a certain distance not too close to each other, waiting for the letter from Guinevere.

But today, the crow brought the news of King Arthur's death.

"Then shall we wait for Mordred to come over first, or...?"

As Guinevere spoke, her eyes turned to her husband, a trace of sadness appeared on her face.

Arturia leaned against the dark brown tree trunk, her long golden hair hanging down like a cloud, a small part of it was scattered on her shoulders.

His eyes were closed tightly, and the brows and eyes were full of contented happiness.

Morgan's eyes followed Guinevere's gaze towards her younger sister, passing over her butterfly-like eyelashes, her rosy begonia-like lips, and finally landed on her fair and slender neck.

Skin as white as milk, slightly messy golden silk, even the bright sunshine can't match the brilliance of the complexion.

-----It's almost like falling asleep.

She thought so, and said so.

Guinevere nodded slightly, agreeing to Morgan's words.

The relationship between them has long since ceased to be the same incompatibility as it used to be. Although they still dislike each other a bit, the long-term "comrade-in-arms" relationship is enough for the two of them to speak a few words calmly. up.

"Don't wait..."

Morgan shook his head lightly, then shifted his gaze to the right, "Look, she's already here."

Following her words, a blond-haired blue-eyed young girl knight descended with a rise and fall, and came to the two of them in the blink of an eye.

"Father! Where is my father?!"

With an anxious tone, Mordred asked hastily, but before the two people on the other side could reply, she saw Artoria leaning against the tree as if she was sleeping.

"Woo! Father!!"

Mordred, who had already removed the disguise and returned to his original appearance, suddenly had reddened eyes.

She rushed forward with one stride, and her whole body was like a hungry tiger rushing for food, all of a sudden she pounced on her father.

That posture, presumably if Arturia was still alive, she would have been crushed to the point of vomiting blood.

As for Morgan and Guinevere standing aside, they were directly stunned by Mordred's actions.

Morgan: "..."

Guinevere: "..."

The girl knight was crying with snot and tears, and she looked like a fool.

In particular, she also had a face that was [-]% similar to Artoria's, which made Morgan and Guinevere really upset.

"enough....."

Morgan reached out and rubbed his brow, feeling the throbbing pain in his temple.

"Why are you crying! It's not that I can't see you!!" She stopped Mordred, and her eyes signaled Guinevere to step forward and pull the guy away.

She wondered, she and Arturia were both very smart, how could they mutate into this appearance when they arrived in Mordred? !

Her Royal Highness is not strong enough, that is, the arm strength of an ordinary person, but when she went up to pull the girl knight, she pulled her away without much effort.

Although there were still tears on his face, Mordred still got up obediently and cooperated and walked to the side.

After Morgan said this, she also realized that she had overreacted just now.

The corners of her eyes were still red, she stroked the back of her head, and smiled sarcastically at the two 'mothers'.

It looked even more silly that way.

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In the forest, there is silence.

Morgan looked up, and the sun was shining through the shade among the leaves, like stars twinkling in the sky, a little dazzling, but very crystal clear and beautiful, revealing an elusive tranquility.

The irradiated light and shadow, looming and swaying melodiously from side to side.

She narrowed her eyes, then spoke.

"It's not too early, it's time to proceed with our plan."

As she spoke, she lowered her eyebrows and took out one unknown magic material after another from her waist.

I don't know where she took it out, anyway, she just poked her waist and turned her wrist, and those things suddenly appeared between her hands.

Crouching down, Morgan began to place the materials in her hands with Artoria as the center according to certain rules that only she knew.

Guinevere can't help at all at this time. All she can do now is to stay as far away from the range of the spell as possible so as not to hinder the opponent's casting.

Guinevere only knows a few of those strange things, such as mercury and blood......

She is really helpless with this knowledge of magic.

As for Mordred, although she knows a little bit, she still focuses on swordsmanship after all.

As a veritable knight, things like magic are just icing on the cake.

All in all, not good at learning.

So in the case of constructing such a large-scale magic, she can't help much.

As time went by, the sun slowly began to slant westward.

The light faded slightly with the fluttering of the birds' wings, but the endless green seemed somewhat hollow under the sunlight.

Because of the slightly overflowing magical power when the magic was constructed, those young grasses that should have been at the right time were being torn by the blade-like wind at this moment, slowly lying on the ground.

Time seems to be fast, or very slow.

Although Mordred and Guinevere couldn't quite understand what Morgan was doing, they still kept their eyes open and stared intently, with the same serious and solemn expressions.