Type Month; My Fiancée is Political

Let me ask you, are you someone who takes saving the world as his mission? If the world comes to an end, I will not spare my sword.

I may ask, are you a person who does not deviate from the human way? I am a human being, and I practice everything in the human way.

Just ask, do you pursue truth

Are real people living in a false state, I am ashamed to exist.

Glory, salvation, humanity, truthfulness, justice, no bullying, bravery, wisdom, justice, this is the way that belongs to Artoria.

And what he, Yuanliuyuan, can leave behind for his apprentice, seems to be this illusory belief.

That's the way to be King of Camelot

Kingdom of Shadows "Are You Gone?"

Lying in his room, Skaha found a golden light coming from the direction of Britain.

She could clearly feel that the whole world seemed to be reborn as if it had been given a tonic, the surge of magic power, and the rebirth of the ether, all of which were telling her that the age of gods continued.

Even a trace of the power of the origin of the Lungominiad spear to communicate with the world is enough to keep this broken age up for 100 years.

"Hmph, you go really fast."

She curled her lips in disdain, and the Valkyrie who belonged to the Kingdom of Shadows unconsciously waved the spear in her hand.

"If a spear hits the realm of transformation, the slaying of a god will only be done between the palms of your hand."

Sharp Gun: The Dance is a dance belonging to Skaha. I don't know what I lost. When Her Lady Queen came back to her senses, her surroundings were completely in ruins.

Tears that did not exist in her memory flowed from her dark red eyes, and she smelled the fragrance of her clothes. She remembered that it was the clothes that Yuanliuyuan washed for her by herself.

"Yuanliuyuan, I will definitely see you again"

This is a monologue that belongs to Skaha, and an oath that belongs to the Queen of the Land of Shadows

Roman "Teacher"

The petite body, the red emperor's clothes, and the tyrant known as Rome also looked in the direction of Britain.

She could clearly feel that... She was very familiar with the breath, she knew that Yuan Liuyuan was no longer in this world.

However, she hasn't shown her teacher the homework she's done, and she hasn't played her favorite music to her teacher.

Whether this result was what she wanted or what she longed for? The tyrant of Rome is unknown.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, we will definitely meet again.

teacher"

Lying weakly on the throne, feeling the noise of the wind, Nero began to sing.

That is the golden theater that belongs to him and her, a song only for the two of them.

Chapter [-]. The end, the end of Celtic mythology

Avalon "Mother, Wang, I succeeded, I finally succeeded!"

In his hand is the Sword of the King of Radiance, which is Mordred's reward for breaking through the test of Avalon.

The sword that is considered "brighter than any silver" and has the same value as the "Golden Sword of Promise" is the sword that represents the succession to the throne, Mordred firmly believes that he can inherit the responsibility of Arturia, The real king came to King Camelot.

As a man said, Mordred, you have the potential of a king.

But with the clear earth, the sea of ​​the sky, and the howling wind, what Mordred saw was the silent king, Morgan with a complicated face, and Artoria who stood there without saying a word.

"Where is the mother king?"

I don't know why Artoria appeared at this critical time, but Mordred suddenly found that he wanted to be praised by a certain man more than the figure of the king.

Like Mordred you did a really good job or something, and then that guy messed up her hair.

But now, everything in sight has lost the figure of that person, and the rebellious knight feels something is wrong.

"Mother King"

As if feeling something, Mordred's eyes widened in vain.

Crazy began to run around, she wanted to find the figure of the man.

However, others clearly promised to let her inherit the throne, clearly promised to see her recognize the King of Knights, and clearly promised to help her find the holy sword.

Now, she is convinced of her identity, and she has the holy sword to admit, but the sword of the king of radiance and brilliance in the hands of others was thrown on the ground at will by the girl, picked up the bouquet of garlands, Mordred found The wreath has long since dried up and cracked.

Just like the figure of Yuanliuyuan.

"Sorry

This is what he left for you."

The gleaming Lungominiad spear stuck deep into the ground of Avalon, and for a long time Morgan still spoke those three words to his daughter.

These three words are not only Yuan Liuyuan's apology, but also her debt to her daughter.

Maybe she has been doing it wrong all along.

Jindai, Aether, Camelot, are these important, so many things, so many people, maybe it's better than "I'm sorry" in the end

These three words are important.

Taking a deep breath, Morgan gave up.

Give up her hatred, give up her stubbornness.

Now, she just wants to go home and get some sleep.

"Artoria, the north is handed over to you, the old man is going to find a new world.

If you have anything to do with the old man, use this."

Ripped a piece from himself.

The king disappeared directly at the end of Avalon.

He is not good at words and does not know what gratitude is. He can only interpret his love for Britain in his own way.

Maybe this love is a little heavy, maybe a little absurd, but this is him, the humble king Vortigern.

Pendragon's love! After King Bie left, Avalon was left with only Mordred holding a garland in silence, Morgan with a guilty face, and "Are you gone again? That's it, In the end, I still didn't hug him."

Her body was flustered and she couldn't stand up, but at this moment, Artoria's mind was racing, and it seemed that she was closely connected with herself in another world.

I didn't stop my teacher, I didn't help my teacher, and I didn't even say a thoughtful word to my teacher at the end.

The reflection that traveled through time and space and the world burst out this time, and Artoria of the two worlds seemed to have returned to the one and only, and it seemed to have turned into two different people.

green eyes

Transforming into a golden light, she walked straight to the... Lungominiad spear stuck on the ground.

"I'm really a piece of shit.

Regardless of

It is the same in which world, and all the responsibilities are left to you, teacher."

The hair on her head drooped slightly, and Artoria's voice was soft and loud, as if she was thinking directly in her heart.

"But, it will be different from now on!"

The armor holding Lungominiad's spear quickly turned from silver to gold, and the blond hair that was bound well fluttered in the sky.

The figure rose countless heights in vain, and in the blink of an eye, Arturia seemed to have grown for ten years and became a 25-year-old beauty.

"From now on, I, Arturia.

Pendragon is for king, for my own king.

From now on, I will stand on the top of the world, just to be the king who follows his footsteps."

The cold and bone-chilling voice was not as light as usual, and the green eyes turned into a touch of gold.

The silver armor that I liked on weekdays disappeared, replaced by a pure black skirt armor, which showed the girl's figure vividly.

Holding a long spear that shone with red light, the sword in the stone did not know where it went.

"Morgan, Mordred, you may follow me in search of his footsteps."

After a sharp change, the current Artoria is a ruthless holy spearman.

Looking at her sister and her daughter, she asked.

"Me? You are not afraid that I will do bad things to Camelot"

With a self-deprecating smile, Morgan looked at Arturia.

In those golden eyes, she saw despair, sadness, grief, and unquestionable firmness.

"I see, and I will help you, my sister."

Silently choked, thinking of Genryuyuan's own attitude, Morgan wanted to know what kind of woman that man's wife was talking about.

Is it possible that she is more feminine than Morgan Morgan? "Can it be done?"

Standing up, indifferent to the changes in Arturia, Mordred suddenly felt that nothing mattered.

What throne, what mother, what king's glory, what holy sword, what she seeks is not at all

All she wanted was the way the man touched her head and spoke to her with a smile.

All she wanted was the garland that the man gave her and the smile when chatting with her.

"I have no idea."

Shaking her head, Artoria's tone was firm.

"I only know that I have to find him, up to Jiu Yao, down to Huang Quan, absolutely must find him!"

I have never been able to confirm my heart like this. After partially compatible with myself in another world, Arturia in this world is not the perfect king holding a holy spear, but a blackened one. The Spear of the Shining End: Yes—! That's what we call the Black Spear! Arturia.