Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

Now, suddenly being embraced by a man, the girl not only has no intention of resisting at all in her heart, on the contrary, she has the idea of ​​craving for this feeling.

[What's wrong with me] The restless heart is out of control, the blood in the body is boiling, this is not based on fighting, but the desire for something.

In the quiet river, there is only the sound of the wind blowing through the sea of ​​flowers, and the only memory in my memory is the defeat of the king, the invasion of Rome and the Saxons. Arturia was born for all of this.

Completely unaware of what he desires, this... king has never lived for himself for a single moment.

Struggling alone at the end of the entire age of the gods, she wants to save Britain and save this apocalypse by herself.

Just like the King and Morgan.

in their own way.

However! The demise of the age of gods and the destruction of the ether are not just words. We don’t know how the so-called human history should develop correctly, but if it deviates from the track of the world, then the Lost Belt or the singularity The big hat will definitely be buttoned down.

Frankly speaking, is the continuation of the Age of Gods really important? Is the existence of ether really indispensable? The secret things you know.

Perhaps the end of the British Age of Gods is not so unacceptable, just like when Yuan Liuyuan started the battle of farewells between humans and the gods in Uruk.

History is never static, the question is how people at the center of this world's whirlpool see it.

It's like, at this time, Artoria, King Bie and Morgan are three.

They are obsessed with Camelot, what is it?

Chapter [*]. The Last Gift

"So what are you going to do to stop the demise of the Age of Gods?"

The sudden sound shocked Artoria, and when she came back to her senses, the king of knights found that he and Genryuin's boat had reached the center of Avalon.

As the sea of ​​flowers fluttered in the sky, Morgan and King Bei were watching the two from the shore.

Looking at his sister, Morgan suddenly realized that he probably didn't have that much hatred for Artoria, with a complexion in his blue eyes.

Maybe, she just wanted to prove that she was no worse than Artoria.

Perhaps, she just wanted to prove that she was the most suitable king in Britain.

Perhaps, she just wanted to prove that King Uther chose the wrong person.

Or, it was because of the man's praise for adopting Argonaut, adopting Gawain, using forbidden magic countless times, and touching mysterious taboos countless times. From the experience of being together, the ones she knew the most about men were probably Gawain, Agokiwen, the adopted sons. Morgan looked at Arturia who was doted on by Yuanliuyuan like a daughter. At this moment, Yuanliuyuan's adopted sons. The figure overlapped with that of his father, King Uther, which made Morgan feel uncomfortable.

"The demise of the age of gods, the mystery of magic, whatever

It's me, it's you, it's Vortigern or it's Arturia, we can't do it."

Shaking his head, Yuan Liuyuan said calmly.

"You're right, Britain's demise is inevitable. Even if this old man builds a new world, it's not Britain anymore."

The first person to agree with Yuanliuyuan's words, the elderly Votigeng also saw it, and saw that... the scene of himself in other worlds giving his heart to Yuanliuyuan.

The hair, which was already white on the temples, was even more gray, and the heavy feeling of old age made the old man breathless.

Camelot, will it finally perish? He doesn't know.

All he knew was that all hope now lies with Yuanliuyuan.

"So everything you say is a big story, and everything you say is a lie? What saves Britain, what saves the whole world, it's all a lie."

The blue eyes gleamed, grabbing the collar of Leyuan Liuyuan, Morgan let out a rare foul language.

She didn't even know when the face towel fell, and she revealed a face that was almost identical to Artoria's.

"No, I have another way."

The so-called fairies in the lake did not appear, and Yuanliuyuan knew that these guys were taking refuge.

It was like squatting in an unreliable home, disappearing without a trace, even if he came over, he would avoid it.

But it doesn't matter, because in Avalon, because of a dream world, because in this ideal world, because in this world that doesn't exist in the world, he can do that and that, what he has always thought about. "Artoria, Merlin left something for you when he left, take it out."

Not angry with Morgan's attitude, Genryuin's black eyes were very calm.

"Ah, it was left to me by Merlin Qing"

Suddenly remembering the box that Merlin left for her, Artoria didn't know why Genryuin knew about it.

But that didn't stop her from taking out the box obediently.

"this is"

Seeing that Yuan Liuyuan took out a long spear from the box, King Bei was the first to speak in surprise.

"Yuanliuyuan, this is the holy spear"

As soon as the holy spear shone with endless brilliance, it lit up the entire Avalon sky. Looking at the long spear, King Bei never expected that this... the long-lost holy spear would be in Merlin's hands.

"Yes, that is it, Lungominiad."

Smiling, looking at the spear in his hand, Yuan Liuyuan nodded.

Lungominiad, also known as the spear of the vanguard:, the spear of the farthest or the spear of the end:, in the setting It is the holy spear given to King Arthur by Merlin, and it is also the weapon that King Arthur often used after losing the sword in the lake.

Fundamentally, the holy spear is a tower of brilliance that binds the surface of the planet.

Merlin once likened that "the world of humans and the world of elves are like a layer of skin covering the planet, and they need a "pillar of light" like a holy spear.

to suture, if these pillars are disintegrated, then the "skin" of the world

will flake off the planet."

In other words, the holy spear is equivalent to a bridge that allows the entire human world to exist on the earth. This is a medium, comparable to the medium of the gods.

"Yuanliuyuan, do you want to?"

Suddenly thinking of something, King Bei looked at Yuanliuyuan with an incredible look.

"Yes, I have long wanted to do that."

"Impossible, it's impossible!"

The communication with Yuanliuyuan is a bit strange, but King Futigeng is more shocked and inconceivable.

"You want to use your own magic to let the holy spear communicate with the root, and build a bridge between Camelot and the root, so that the order of the gods can continue.

But, let's not say that this requires a vast amount of magic power, it is impossible for you to achieve this with your human body! You are wasting your life!"

I once thought of communicating with the root and destroying all methods, but even with his own dragon body, King Bie still couldn't resist the erosion from the root.

He understands better than anyone how terrifying what Yuan Liuyuan is going to do, and he doesn't want to watch men sacrifice in vain.

"You're right, if it's just me, it really won't work.

but"

The light shining in his arms is a dazzling golden light, that is the jade seal belonging to Daqin.

"What if it was the power of empires all over the world?"

The figure slowly floated up, and the gun of Lungominiad in his hand: also shined brilliantly.

Looking at Arturia, Morgan, and King Bee, who were unable to speak, Genryuin played a hymn that belonged to him.

That was the last gift that he could leave to this world as Ertoria's teacher, Morgan's enemy, and the old enemy of the King.

The power of the root!

Chapter [*]. Farewell to Yuanliuyuan

"Voltigon!"

The surging magic power, the turbulent national fortune, just standing there, Yuanliuyuan exudes a captivating charm.

The loud voice resounded throughout Avalon, and the rare smile on his face disappeared, replaced by: solemn.

"Votigeng, once you asked me to save Britain with you, I didn't agree.

This time, I will fulfill your wish.

Magic builds, takes shape."

The magic in the air danced wildly, the sea of ​​flowers in the sky shuttled in front of me, the sound of nature came, and the golden light on Yuanliuyuan shone more and more.

"Morgan!"

The second sentence is to look at the witch. Genryuin has no feelings for this... Artoria's sister, a woman who has only been in contact with her for less than half a day.

If I had to say it, it would be a trace of guilt.

"Morgan, say sorry for Mordred, I can't say goodbye to her."

The golden fortune of the country gradually merged with the magic power, and Yuanliuyuan opened a path belonging to the root.

"I'm too lazy to say what you want to say goodbye."

The veil on his face was long gone, and the man who looked at the golden light shining in the sky, Morgan remembered the time when King Uther died.

It seems that her father's father also shone such light.

"what"

Smiling at Morgan, Genryuyuan's physical burden began to increase instantly.

Even if it is only a trace of the root power, he is unable to bear this surging magic power with the Lungominiad spear, and can only barely laugh.

Finally "Artoria, this is the last gift from the teacher to you.

Regardless of

no matter what era

What kind of world, I hope you can remember Artoria.

You, the king of knights, the king of Arthur, the king of soaring wings."

Without the strength to shout out, Genryuin's mouth told the last Artoria everything.

On this day, just like that... Altolia of the parallel world.

Let me ask, are you a brilliant person? I am.