Chapter 43

The holy aura drifted from the sky to the landmark, and that noble ideal dyed into the depths of the hearts of billions of people.

People stared blankly at the sky-curtain, not knowing why their souls were trembling violently.

39. The gorgeous handed-down chapter is immortal, the beautiful king follows the summoning!

Not long ago, the real world.

Southwest England, a piece of collapsed European castle ruins.

In the crowd of over a hundred thousand tourists, an old man with a kind face held his granddaughter's hand.

"Mashiro, do you know where this is?"

"... Don't know."

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

Although she was a world-class painter, Mashiro Shiina's life only had painting, living in a studio since childhood, and she didn'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 in the southwest of Greenland is the prototype of the fairyland — Avalon, and 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 hard 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 this place."

"Hmm, Mashiro wants to paint~."

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

Mashiro looked seriously at this ancient castle that looked like ruins, picked up her brush, and prepared to record it.

With her peak technique, whether it was the rotating windmill, the swaying stars, the warm breeze blowing on her face... things with or without form could be recorded by Mashiro.

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 strange change occurred!

BOOM...!!"

Accompanied by the holy aura overflowing from the sky-curtain screen, the ancient castle suddenly began to hum.

The moment the holy sword sheath appeared, heaven and earth seemed to have some wonderful resonance!

As if an excited child, after waiting for a long time...

Waited for a gentle harbor...

Waited for the return of the mother!

The shaking 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 he was extremely unlucky; he reminded the surrounding tourists to run to further places 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 over a hundred thousand 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 beginning 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 sword with a golden hilt was inserted there.

Under the breeze, it was filled with a noble kingly aura.

As if there was a bewitching voice whispering.

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

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

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

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 wearing a white cloak, with a dashing smile and long silver 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 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 golden-haired 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 guys were shocked; the moment they heard this name, they understood everything.

He is the great mage in "The Death of King Arthur", the guide of the king.

He is also the assistant and close friend of King Arthur.

——Merlin the Great Mage!

Wait, if that's the case, then this dazed girl is the legendary King Arthur!

Everyone dropped their jaws.

Although they knew from the Observer Network's PV plot 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 experienced it personally, they felt it was even more incredible!

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

In the illusion, the laughter of the scum Merlin floated again.

【"I said this for your own good, you'd better give up~."】

This mixed-blood nightmare moved his lips, and the thick shadow could not hide his mischievous smile.

Then, as if intimidating, or as if admonishing, he stated.

【"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 meet a painful death..."】

As soon as the words fell...

This mixed-blood nightmare curled his mouth, waved his staff, and with profound magecraft attainments, intercepted the "future" he observed himself.

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

One after another,

Tragic battles 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 faded, she would encounter the cruelest betrayal, the loyal Round Table Knights would collapse, and countless brave soldiers under her command would be exposed in the wilderness. ===== CHAPTER 44 =====