Chapter 38

The holy atmosphere drifted from the sky to the landmark, and that noble ideal infected the hearts of billions of people.

People looked at the screen blankly, not knowing why their souls were trembling violently.

39. The gorgeous legendary chapter is immortal, the beautiful king follows the summoning and comes!

Not long ago, real world.

In the southwest of England, a collapsed European castle ruin.

Among the crowd of more than 100,000 tourists, an old man with an aged face smiled and held his granddaughter's hand.

"Mashiro, do you know where this is?"

"......Don't know."

The girl with yellow long hair tilted her head, responding to her grandfather in confusion.

Although she is a world-class painter, Mashiro Shiina's life is only painting, she has lived in the studio since she was a child, and she doesn't know much about history.

The old man touched the girl's head and smiled dotingly:

"This is the pilgrimage site of the famous novel 'The Death of King Arthur', Glastonbury."

"People usually think that Glastonbury southwest of Greenland is fairyland —— the prototype of Avalon, tourists visit here all year round to cherish the memory of King Arthur."

"To this day, the tourism industry here is still prosperous, and countless people who worship King Arthur come here to see it."

"King Arthur...?"

Mashiro Shiina tried to recall, but then gave up thinking blankly.

Is he a very famous person?

Seeing this, the old man smiled:

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, just paint it down."

"Hmm, Mashiro wants to paint~."

The naturally dazed girl nodded obediently, and then set up her painting tools with her grandfather.

Mashiro looked at this castle like a ruin seriously, picked up her brush and prepared to record it.

With her peak skills, whether it's the rotating windmill, the swaying stars, the warm wind blowing on her face... things with or without form can be recorded by Mashiro.

And then vividly reproduced on the painting.

This is also the reason why she is called "the girl who fell from heaven to the human world."

However, at this moment...

A sudden change occurred!

Rumble...!!""

Accompanied by the sacred atmosphere overflowing from the screen, the ancient castle suddenly began to hum.

The moment the holy sword sheath appeared, the world seemed to have some wonderful resonance!

As if an excited child after experiencing a long wait.

Waited for a gentle harbor...

Waited for the mother's return!

The shaking feeling of the ground was quickly transmitted to people's senses, and the tourists were incomparably panicked.

"Fuck, is it an earthquake?!"

A young British guy cursed, feeling that he was extremely unlucky, he reminded the surrounding tourists to run to a farther place together.

"Mashiro!"

The old man was also a bit panicked, hurriedly running up to protect the yellow-haired girl behind him.

But in an instant, accompanied by faint fluorescent light covering the sky over Glastonbury.

The British guy was stunned.

No...

It was the entire Greenland, about 100,000 tourists were stunned!

Above the castle, the beautiful fluorescent light kept changing, actually performing an incomparably real "mirage," as if dragging people's memories back to the ancient years, the glorious starting point of ancient Britain.

In the illusion that seemed real, a golden wheat field appeared.

An ancient stone platform stood in the middle of the rice ears, and a treasure sword inlaid with a golden sword hilt was inserted there.

Under the blowing of the breeze, it was overflowing with a noble kingly atmosphere.

As if there was a voice bewitching people's hearts whispering.

"——He who pulls out this sword shall be the King of Britain!"

People were startled, but then looked at the treasure sword with fiery eyes.

Absolutely right, this is the scene of King Arthur pulling out the sword of selection!

But doubts followed.

Where is King Arthur?

Where is King Arthur?

Suddenly.

A humble, gentle yet magnetic voice appeared.

["Before picking up that sword, it's better to think carefully."]

The tourists were a bit shocked, but the screen shifted to the source of the mysterious male voice.

The visitor was a handsome man in a white cloak, with a dashing smile and silver long hair like a waterfall, like a gentle breeze blowing on the grassland, making people want to relax involuntarily when facing him.

But he seemed to lack tension and sense of responsibility, sometimes making people feel that he was a suspicious swindler.

Who is this again?

What does it have to do with Great Britain?

People's hearts were filled with confusion.

Soon, accompanied by the mysterious man's admonition, the illusion had new changes.

[Ancient years, in front of the stone platform with the sword, a blonde girl suddenly walked over.]

[She breathed a sigh of relief, standing beside the silver-haired man who was as gorgeous as flying flowers.]

["Merlin, this is the first time I've seen you outside of a dream..."]

Is it him?!

Many British people were shocked, and the moment they heard this name, they understood everything.

He is the great mage in the "Legend of King Arthur," the guide of the King.

He is also the assistant and close friend that King Arthur relied on like a right-hand man.

——Archmage Merlin!

Wait, if that's the case, this girl with a cowlick is the legendary King Arthur!

Everyone dropped their jaws.

Although they knew from the PV plot of the Observer Network that King Arthur in the parallel world was a girl, the common sense instilled since childhood made it difficult for them to believe...

Now that they have experienced it personally, they feel it is even more incredible!

Now, they were also suspicious, and their firm beliefs began to waver.

In the illusion, the scum Merlin's laughter floated again.

["I said these for your own good, it's better for you to give up~."]

The corners of the mixed-blood nightmare's mouth moved, and the thick shadow could not hide his evil smile.

Immediately after, as if intimidating, or as if admonishing, he expounded.

["If you pull out that sword, you will no longer be human."]

["Not only that, if you hold it in your hand, you will be hated by countless people and welcome a painful death..."]

As soon as the words fell...

The corner of this mixed-blood nightmare's mouth curled up, waving his staff, using his profound magic attainments to intercept the "future" he observed himself.

With a screen with a strong sense of substitution, it was instilled into Artoria's mind, making the girl's pupils shrink sharply.

One after another,

A tragic battle that seemed to have no end...

The surging sea of fire burned the entire glorious dynasty, revealing the end of an era.

When the prosperity was exhausted, she would encounter the most cruel betrayal, the loyal Round Table Knights would collapse, and countless brave soldiers under her command would be exposed in the wilderness.