Artoria wants to read people's hearts

After Morgan finished all the preparations at hand, she took a long breath, and then stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat beads that appeared on her forehead who didn't know when.

The sun is like wisps of golden sand, passing through the layers of branches and leaves, and falling on the grass.

After resting for a while, she looked at Mordred, "...bring it to me."

Mordred was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized what Morgan was asking her for.

"Oh well."

She hurriedly responded, and then unloaded the package that had been carried behind her.

Morgan took two steps forward and reached out to take the dusty-looking package.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly untied the cloth covering it.

In an instant, a cup emitting dazzling golden light appeared in front of the three of them.

Guinevere, who saw the Holy Grail for the first time, suddenly seemed to hear a hymn singing softly in her ears.

The holy light is dazzling and eye-catching. The light shines through the thin clouds and shines on the place where the Holy Grail is. The reflected golden light dazzles people's eyes.

"...Is that the Holy Grail?"

Her Royal Highness narrowed her eyes slightly and muttered to herself.

However, although her voice was very low, Mordred, who was still standing next to her, heard it.

Nodding, the girl knight turned her head and answered Guinevere's question softly.

"Yes, that is the Holy Grail."

While they were talking, Morgan had already placed the cup by Artoria's side.

In spring, the green leaves are densely layered, and the branches and leaves of the trees block the bright sun in the sky, forming shades one after another.

Through the branches and leaves, the sun shines down, just like the sky dotted with stars.

Mottled light spots shone on Morgan's body, covering her with a veil of mystery.

She held up the gorgeous wand in her hand, and began to chant complicated and difficult incantations.

Accompanied by the strange tone of the incantation, the magic factor in the air began to surge restlessly.

At the beginning, it was only a slight turbulence, but as time got longer, the waves that were originally small troubles gradually turned into monstrous waves.

Morgan slowly injected his own magic power, instantly activating the entire magic circle.

Like a light bulb with a bad connection, the Holy Grail began to flicker rapidly.

Morgan's pressure suddenly became very high, and the rapid withdrawal of magic power made her look haggard, her lips began to turn pale, and there was no trace of blood on her pale face.

However, her eyes were bright and firm.

Just when she was about to run out of oil lamps, suddenly, the Holy Grail began to rise slowly into the sky, and a dazzling beam of light suddenly shone vertically from the sky.

All the magic power was drawn away in an instant, and Morgan's figure shook. If she hadn't supported her body with the wand in her hand in time, she would have almost collapsed to the ground from exhaustion just now.

Panting deeply, his chest seemed to be sucking in oxygen with all his might.

Under the bright eyes of the three, the golden Holy Grail exudes waves of magic power layer after layer in midair.

And as the wave of magic power extended outward, all the magic materials on the ground were turned into fly ash in an instant and dissipated in the air.

"Morgan!"

Guinevere couldn't help calling her name, with obvious doubts and panic in her tone.

She didn't know much about magic, so she felt a little uneasy about the current situation.

However......

Hearing Guinevere's call, Morgan just stared at the vision caused by the Holy Grail without blinking, with a joyful smile on his lips.

She shook her hand lightly indifferently, signaling the other party to be calm.

Seeing the other party's response, Guinevere could only close her mouth obediently.

She looked anxiously at the strange scene in front of her, which was beyond her comprehension.

Just as the waves were getting thicker, the magic power of the Holy Grail suddenly stagnated.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, it suddenly burst into a dazzling golden light, and a huge torrent of magic power poured out in an instant.

Its brilliance and eye-catching directly covered a range of ten kilometers nearby.

Although the Holy Grail cannot fulfill all wishes, it provides a huge amount of magic power for Morgan's entire ceremony at this time.

At that moment, Arturia's soul flickered a little.

After the light dissipated, Morgan's excitement and agitation poured out from her heart like a flood breaking a dam.

Looking at Arturia who was still leaning against the tree trunk, she could no longer hide her elegance.

As if drinking pure wine, a bright smile appeared on the corner of Morgan's mouth.

She turned her head and said joyfully to the two people who were anxiously waiting for the result.

"I succeeded!"

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Through the Holy Grail, Morgan successfully performed this huge and complicated magic, and finally achieved an artificial miracle.

——— briefly retained the soul of King Arthur.

However, due to the interference of some unexpected factors (willpower), Artoria entered another time and space, but the current situation is still acceptable.

After all, this is much better than the predicament Morgan had expected before.

Although separated by time and space, they believe that the longing and fetters for each other will eventually allow them to meet again.

Even if the road ahead is long and difficult.

But as long as they move forward with unshakable determination and firm belief, they will definitely hold on to the hope that belongs to them.

And as for what's next........

The king will sleep in the sea within the star.

Somewhere by a lake.

Morgan put Artoria's body on the boat.

And beside her, stood Mordred and Guinevere.

The surface of the lake seems to be soft, and the breeze blows gently, and the ripples appear one after another, like a piece of silk and satin fluttering in the wind.

Merlin came from a distance, and the distance of each step seemed to be carefully measured, no more and no less.

In the line of sight of the three, the Magician of Flowers came in front of them.

The lush forest is like the waves of the sea, while the dense canopy of the trees is deep green.

The young man with white hair and purple eyes lowered his eyebrows and looked at the king lying in the boat with his eyes closed.

That was his disciple, and it was also his masterpiece.

"...Merlin, you're here."

Morgan's tone was flat, without any emotional ups and downs.

She didn't care about the famous magician in front of her. In fact, what Morgan cared about was only the blond girl named Artoria who was connected with her blood.

He should have come, in whatever capacity.

In any case, Merlin had to introduce King Arthur's body into Avalon.

However, what fate wants is just a result.

As long as King Arthur's body is placed in Avalon, it is not so important for the process of it.

"Of course I'm coming..."

Merlin tilted his head and turned to look at Morgan, "Also, isn't this what you expected?"

In response to his words, the blond princess just nodded, and then shook her head again, "...I just didn't expect that you would actually agree to my request."

Although he is a sage, his essence is still not human.

As a mixed blood of succubi and human beings, she obviously can't understand human feelings, but she likes human beings more than anyone else.

It has to be said that he is a weird existence that even Morgan can't understand.

Why did you agree to Morgan's request?

These words repeated over and over again in his mind.

The young man with white hair and purple eyes asked himself, at first, he just wanted to see beautiful things.

But when exactly did it start to go bad?

The aliens who couldn't get emotionally involved, developed feelings for the first time in a long time.

Obviously he was only his disciple, but when he looked at the other party's smile, the Magician of Flowers also thought how wonderful it would be if he could keep watching......

Although even he himself didn't know what that feeling was?But it cannot be denied that Artoria is a very precious treasure in Merlin's long years.

What else is there to say?

And no more.

He is standing here now only because he hopes that his disciple can have a happy ending.

"Just do what you want, where are there so many reasons?"

There was a moment of silence, and in the end, Merlin only said this sentence.

How much does Morgan believe in his words?

As for this point, only she herself knows it.

Shaking his head slightly, Morgan chose to end the topic.

No matter what the other party's reason for choosing to help was, since Merlin was standing here at this moment, it meant that he had already made a decision.

And knowing this is actually enough.

At the time of the final parting, the four of them stood quietly on the shore, watching Alia go away by boat.

The sun gradually set from the west, and the sky began to appear rosy clouds.

The colorful glow is reflected on the lake, and from a distance, it seems to be connected with the sky.

The orange red on the surface of the lake looks so pure and deep.

On the surface of the brocade-like lake, there is a layer of slight waves.

On this gleaming lake, Artoria's boat floated like a feather, and drifted into the distance......

The whole scene looks as beautiful as a landscape painting rendered in color instead of ink lines.

The distant, ideal town of independence and independence - Avalon.

It is the sleeping place of girls.

"What are you going to do?"

Standing behind Morgan, Merlin stared fixedly at the hull that was no longer visible, and suddenly asked, "Or to put it another way, do you really want to do that?"

However, Morgan did not reply to him.

That wasn't because she didn't want to answer, but because someone took the lead and answered the question asked by the Flower Magician first.

"Of course we're going to do that."

Mordred frowned, looking at Merlin with a serious expression, "Actually, we've already done it."

With a bright smile and a serious but optimistic personality, even though he knows that the road ahead will lead to death, he is still dazzling for the ideal and the people, attracting everyone's attention.

Such a father is worth everything they give for her happiness.

"...Since that's the case."

The Flower Magician shrugged helplessly, "Then let's do it, I will wait in Avalon until I hear from you."

"...But there is another question, is your current magic power enough?"