Artoria wants to read people's hearts

This question hits the nail on the head.

If the miraculous magic that was activated before did not have the existence of the Holy Grail, the huge demand for magic power would be enough to kill Morgan on the spot.

Not to mention that in the next period of time, they will have to perform that magic trick again.

Therefore, magic power is an unavoidable obstacle...

The question raised by the magician caused the three of them to fall silent on the spot.

However........

Faced with this oppressive atmosphere, the son of the succubus suddenly laughed.

As a result, everyone's eyes turned to Merlin's body. Under the puzzled eyes of everyone, he said slowly,

"Although the Holy Grail is a miracle, there is not only one miracle."

He tilted his head and smiled, with a strand of white hair hanging down his ear, "And it just so happens that I hold another miracle in my hand."

The tenderness of Xingshuang glowed in Merlin's purple eyes, and he brought new hope to everyone.

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Chapter 1 Good night, my dream

Arturia seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, she reviewed her two lives from the perspective of a bystander.

Traveling through the previous memories, I can't remember very clearly.

I just remember that I was still a young man named Shi Qing at that time, doing nothing and spending every day in an ordinary way.

Even in the scene in the dream, Arturia couldn't even remember her ordinary and ordinary face before.

At that time, she did not do anything worth boasting about.

However, in retrospect, although life is plain, it also reveals a touch of warmth.

Dreams are too real.

Especially when the dream progresses forward, when Ao turns into Arturia.

It's as if black and white movies transitioned to color/film.

In an instant, the whole world is lit up.

Scattered tulips scattered the fragrance all over the place, and pieces of pure snow-like petals quietly fell into a dream.

Suddenly, the angle of the third party suddenly faded away.

In the blink of an eye, she became a crying baby again.

When did this happen?

Arturia, who was a baby, looked around at the familiar everything, the medieval style, and the bitter and vengeful adoptive father Hector in front of her.

It suddenly dawned on her that this happened when she first time traveled.

The dream is still going on, from a child to a girl, from a girl to a king again.

No matter how many times you have been reincarnated, no matter how many times you have died.

Artoria's choice will never change.

It's like starting all over again.

It's just that she knows better than anyone else that all of this is just an illusion of a dream.

But when she met her wife again, Artoria couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

At that time, Guinevere was still a carefree little princess.

Her smile is as bright as the bright moonlight, her eyes are as bright as the endless sea, and her black hair is smooth and thick like silk.

Skin as fair as milk, delicate and beautiful appearance.

That was the love of Artoria's life.

Dreams have always been synonymous with mystery, and this dream of hers is really like a real world.

You can't completely treat them like mindless puppets, especially if they behave exactly like your real-life acquaintances.

Or, maybe this is true.

Arturia loves Guinevere.

King Arthur of Britain loves his queen.

Perhaps because of this reason, in the dream, she fell in love again.

Whether it is true or not, why should it be so clear?

Now that she can't escape this dream, why not enjoy it?

But it's really weird.

Arturia wondered more than once, didn't she already fall into a long sleep?

Her memory is very clear.

At that time, she had already closed her eyes, and her thoughts were completely plunged into darkness.

Somewhere, someone in the dark asked her this.

[Do you have any wishes? ]

.........desire?

How can there be any wish.

She has long been satisfied in her life, and has no dissatisfaction at all.

If you really have to say one....

With a joking tone, she replied to the voice, "Guinevere, Morgan, and Mordred, I just miss those I love."

That voice was silent for a moment after hearing Artoria's answer.

[...In that case, King Arthur of Britain, I grant your wish. ]

agree?

What did you promise? ?

What I said just now was just casually, so could it really help her realize her wish?

With question marks all over her head, Artoria heard the voice continue to speak to her.

[And as the price for pursuing your wish, you will become a heroic spirit, and your soul will ascend to the throne of the heroic spirit. ]

"???"

What heroic spirit?What throne? ?

This unknown existence, can you tell me something that I can understand......

And that wish is really just a joke I said casually, you don't really take it seriously, do you? !

[My name is Alaya, I am going to give you a chance, in exchange for your wish, in contrast, I will accept your afterlife. ]

The moment the other party reported her name, Artoria suddenly understood everything.

It was obviously knowledge that she had never been exposed to, but it naturally emerged in her mind.

At this moment, she understood the meaning of that name.

It's not a planet, it's a human being.

There are altogether two major restraining forces in the world, one is Gaia, the will of the planet, and the other is Alaya, the will of human beings.

Alaya is the total aggregate produced by the subconscious of all human beings (primates) who want to survive.

Most people would like their world to extend infinitely.

Therefore, human beings will multiply, will defend peace, and will create a better future.

However, there will always be no smooth sailing in this world, and there will always be some situations that will cause the destruction of human beings and the destruction of the world.

If such a situation really occurs, the human collective Alaya will guide some heroes who save the world, give them the power of hope for all mankind, and eliminate or even obliterate the uneasy factor.

Heroic spirits, on the other hand, are existences transformed from heroes whose great achievements are left as legends after death and become objects of faith, and are also called messengers of miracles.

To put it bluntly, heroic spirits are those workers who go to save the world.

---- So this is ah.

Arturia suddenly realized.

As the guide of Heroic Seat and career advisor.

Alaya took a fancy to the existence of King Arthur, so he wanted her to be the guardian of human beings, so he came here to talk to her when she was about to die.

"........."

Can I refuse?

Arturia's first reaction when she learned the truth was to refuse. As she said before, she had no regrets in this life.

After finally letting go of the responsibilities of being a king, he can take a good rest in the long river of time.

But now she was suddenly asked to go to work again, and Arturia was full of resistance to this.

All in all, one sentence.

——Enough of life.

But it's too late....

The moment she uttered her wish, the moment her willpower granted her.

The contract has actually been reached.

but.........

Just as her soul gradually ascended into the void, she was about to return to the throne of heroes.

A huge suction suddenly came.

At the very end, she suddenly seemed to hear Morgan's looming voice.

However, before Artoria could listen carefully, she had already fallen into a faint.

When she woke up again, she found that she was already in a dream.

Arturia didn't know what happened before, but she had a vague intuition that maybe Morgan did something...

The dream continues.

The sunlight was filtered by layers of leaves and leaked onto Guinevere's body, turning into a faint, round, gently swaying halo.

"Al, were you in a daze just now?"

The black-haired girl lay on her back, complaining in a dissatisfied tone.