The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Standing there, the manifested Menechelle raised his arm and looked at the wound where no blood flowed out, only golden dust spilled out.

"Speaking..." Mashu stopped halfway through her rush because of this tiny moan: "Can we communicate?"

Hope rose in Mashu's heart. According to Chaldea's record of the opponent's spiritual base output limit, if he could be recruited, he might not need to forge a sword to destroy Cornunnos' body.

"Don't take it for granted - the embodiment of memory is not the original body, and Artoria can't come back unless he defeats him." The old knight who was kicked in the front stood up, his chest was fine except for some bruises. .

"Memory is embodied. This way, I will show that I have disappeared but will still stand here." Not far away, the first knight in armor pulled out his sword and threw it back to the vulnerable old man. He looked at the other person deeply again.

Logically speaking, he should have broken the defense with one kick and killed him with two kicks just now, but judging from the opponent's state, he was fine.

However, that shouldn't be what he wants to focus on now.

"It seems that I have become an obstacle in front of you and Artoria." After speaking, the embodiment of Menechelle frowned: "No, maybe I can't tell whether I am the person I am now."

"Forget it, I can't control that much anymore." With a bang, the red armor on his body disintegrated, revealing the soft armor underneath: "Let's do it."

"Sorry."

Magic power was injected into the knight's sword, and the sword emitted a pure black color that was almost non-reflective.

"Cut the nonsense."

The body lying backward exploded before hitting the ground, golden dust flew into the air, and the sword had no feeling of hitting a living creature at all. As he had guessed, this was a creation embodied by Artoria's memory, and it was no different from the Morse that appeared before.

The reason why colors appeared, the reason why it was no longer born in the image of a monster, and the reason why it was possible to make such a choice is probably because this is what Arturia believes from the bottom of her heart.

Golden dust floated before his eyes, and strange memories flowed through his mind like lightning.

"This is……"

Guides to the South Plains, shopping in Salisbury, shopping in Gloucester, anecdotes about the River of Tears in Oxford, gift-giving in Norwich, rescues from Camelot's boondoggles, and more in places that cannot be named More things happened, scenes and scenes of memories flashed before my eyes. Every bit and every drop, there was Menechel from the history of pan-humanity, and joy almost overflowed from the scene.

"Paradise Fairy's Memory of Spring."

This is a happy memory that carries the wonderful past of Paradise Demon. Or maybe it was the part of her short life that she missed and cherished the most.

"What's wrong?" At this time, Arturia came from behind, and the corners of her mouth raised lightly: "Everyone's mood is very strange. But I just had a very comfortable dream."

No one answered her.

"The place located on that hill is the chosen place. In that case, let us——"

"Artoria!"

This time it was Fujimaru Ritsuka who spoke: "Let's go back."

"No." Artoria shook her head: "We have already come this far."

She pointed to the altar in the distance.

"And, on this tour, I'm very satisfied."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 490: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: The Moment of the Birth of a Star

It is said to be an altar, but in fact, it is just a simple stone chamber built on a stone platform.

"This is the place where the original six fairies forged swords. It is the place where our world was born. It is the perfect end point for the journey." Looking around the boring and monotonous stone chamber around her, Artoria kept her calm expression. Smiling, she introduced this place to her companions one by one, but she was the only one who had such a leisurely atmosphere. Looking at the three companions behind her who were in a dull atmosphere, Arturia comforted her with a smile:

"If you feel sad, you can wait for me outside. It probably only takes a while."

"No, no need." Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes: "Since we are partners, please let us witness this moment."

The smile on Artoria's face froze for a moment, and then she showed a brighter smile. She took half a step back, came to Mashu's side, and carefully took off the blue hair ornament from her hair. Then he reluctantly put it on Fujimaru Ritsuka's head.

"The flower language of wild hyacinth flowers is ending and farewell. It can be regarded as a commemoration of the end of this journey."

"Eh?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned: "But this is not a gift from Menechel..."

"I can't take it away anyway." Artoria jumped away with her hands, "If we can meet again, then you can give it back to me."

She took a quick step back towards Fujimaru Ritsuka. With just one step, she had already retreated into the center of this small and closed stone room. The Staff of Choice received some kind of reaction, and with a faint blue light, it separated from Artoria's hand and floated upwards. Just as the Staff of Choice was suspended in mid-air, from the top of the stone chamber, engraved In the center of the ancient and obscure magic circle, a pure white light beam as thick as a person was shot downwards.

The beam of light called to Artoria, she turned around, and Artoria also stretched out her hand towards the beam of light.

"Artoria!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's call came from behind again, but there was only a name and nothing more. Artoria's hand paused for a moment, then moved forward again, and her whole hand was submerged in the white light.

"Magicians from foreign lands, travelers from correct history."

For the first time, Artoria addressed Fujimaru Ritsuka in an extremely solemn and formal tone.

"I have never seen your world, but I have heard about your world from my Menechelle. It must be a very beautiful and gentle world."

Arturia looked directly at the hand that had disappeared under the wash of white light, her tone gradually softened as she spoke, and finally became gentle.

She took another step forward, and this step allowed her to stand completely in the light. At this time, she turned her head halfway, and the white light washed over the side of her face, illuminating Arturia's figure. " So, what do you think of this Britain, our Britain, from that gentle world?"

She didn't get an answer. It wasn't that Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't say anything. Arturia saw the opening and closing of Fujimaru Ritsuka's lips, but she could no longer hear any sound.

But Arturia still showed a satisfied smile to Fujimaru Ritsuka, which was considered the last insignificant lie she told.

Next…

Artoria turned her head and felt her body dissolving in the white light, but she was still far away from losing consciousness.

What should she be thinking about in the last few seconds of her life?

The mission of the Paradise Fairy? Childhood experiences? The story of King Arthur?

No, no, no, that would be too boring.

Picture after picture emerged in front of her eyes, with a smile on her lips. Those were the bits and pieces of her experience during this pilgrimage, passing before her eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Finally, Artoria concluded the tour in a positive tone:

"As expected, I hate them all, whether humans or fairies, Britain or missions."

"Fighting is terrible, hating each other is exhausting, and being forced to carry this mission is inexplicable."

"But I like everyone who comes with me."

"In this—"

"I especially like you."

When we first met,

We are still strangers——

At that time, I was giving up on myself, and all I could think about was forgetting all my memories. How could I be the child of the prophecy?

As for fulfilling a mission and completing a tour, I definitely have never thought about it——

That must have been the case for me at that time.

Never thought about it at all.

but……

But you pulled me out without any explanation.

He spoke without any explanation, without considering my opinion at all, and was as rude as the dragon in the story.

When I am sad or feel inferior, he will hit me on the forehead mercilessly. It is very painful and not gentle at all.

At that time, I must have hated you so much...well, I wasn't that disgusted actually, but I must have never thought about thinking about you all the time like I do now.

Because I know that you are actually quite gentle.

The first time I was given a gift was a hyacinth flower hair accessory. How could someone use such a flower as a gift for a girl?

But, but...

Still put it on obediently.

"This is how you look like a princess."

Even though she got zero points in the princess competition, she was praised as a princess.

Well.

...Ah, this won't work.

Seriously, just act like normal.

I've tried my best.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Not at all.

In fact, my favorite was the tenth day of the tour, which was the first time I walked around the streets of Gloucester with the person I liked.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

It's very sweet and I like it very much. This is my first time eating desserts served in Oxford canteen.

It's cool and sweet, isn't it?

When you asked me this question, I subconsciously said "hmm".

Thinking about it now, I have obviously read so many magazines and simulated it in my mind so many times, but in the end it still doesn't work, not anywhere.

I can't think of any methods or countermeasures.

I don't know at all,

How to date well——

——Did I perform well?

Do I look like a girl who enjoys dating?

[Can I become the good girl you expected? 】

...Ah, this is too difficult.

In comparison, it is relatively simple to still go on a pilgrimage.

At least I know what I'm going to do.

Normally I don't care about being confused at all.

But not this time. I have no idea.

I know everything——

but.

But, probably.

With you like this, I will definitely...

Whether it's eating ice cream with you, or going shopping and looking at clothes together, whether it's being coached and fought by you like a child, or being stared at until you feel embarrassed.

I must——

Regardless of each other, everyone likes them.

Thank you, Menechelle. Thank you for adding the only warm color to my useless and gloomy life.

I like it, I like it, no matter how I look at it, I like it. I like it better than Oxford’s desserts and hair accessories.

If the pilgrimage of the Son of Prophecy is the path to search for the stars of all beings, then on this path——

"I have found my star."

The past that proves your existence is in this story, in this tour of ours.

The light shone brightly at this moment, and Artoria's body, soul, consciousness, memory and even personality were all dissolved in this blooming white light.

Golden brilliance lit up in her torso and replaced all the white light in an instant.

"What is forged through this journey must be the extremely perfect Holy Sword of the Stars that is not afraid of any challenge..."

In the washed golden light, Artoria's figure disappeared, and the sky in the paradise completed the transition from day to night at this moment, as if all the sunlight was absorbed into the sword embryo.

Above the sky like a pure black curtain, there were no stars at first, and then the first star began to shine.

The fierce brilliance did not care about the consequences, and was as bright as a shooting star. It dispelled the darkness for a moment, but then dimmed suddenly the next moment.

But the dimming of the first star did not completely dim the sky. The second and third stars flickered, and more and more stars twinkled in the dark night.