Infinity Throne

"They are active in darkness,

The trapped beast endures hunger,

Shhh...mystery is around. "

——Net name: Shirley Ma.

Itai City.

Master Ma, who runs a hotpot restaurant, updated his signature on his personal homepage.

In the darkness, he silently lit a cigarette.

The flickering light of the fire reflected his face, which was full of vicissitudes of life, into sharp edges and pits.

He stared into the night.

The darkness stared back at him.

in the dark place,

Two lines of words appeared strangely:

【Do you believe in God? 】

【YES/NO? 】

Took two puffs.

Master Ma stubbed out the cigarette butt on the wooden table. The remaining heat of the cigarette burnt a black mark on the wooden table.

"Mom, I didn't expect it to be my turn."

He pressed "YES" viciously.

…

2114.

Yi Lin received an email in her anonymous mailbox.

Sent by Molly.

She asked in the letter: "Our paper is about to be submitted. Uncle G, what do you think the name of this article should be? PS: Grandpa has been thinking about you all day long."

Yi Lin thought for a while and replied: "To the sky that mankind will eventually lose."

Molly in front of the screen was stunned.

Uncle G's reply was a little too fast.

Where do you put this memorization question bank?

Have you thought carefully about it?

Dissatisfied Molly typed on the keyboard:

Molly: "Are you too literary? The painful literary style of the last century... As expected of you, Uncle G. (｀Д)!!"

Yi Lin: "Are you okay?"

Molly: "Should I add a translator at the beginning: Oh my God, on that day we humans lost our air rights? I really want to kick God's ass with my boot."

Yi Lin: "I think that's okay?"

Molly: "...Forget it, I should have known better than to ask you. My grandpa asked you when you would come back. He was bored and stayed at home with me all day. Uncle G, please quickly show your magical power and ask my grandpa Take it away!"

End the call.

"What era did he grow up in?" Molly closed the computer angrily. She rolled on the bed for a while, thinking carefully about Uncle G's words. She didn't know why, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was inexplicably fitting that this kind of mysterious paper was paired with an old-fashioned title of pain.

"Am I infected by Uncle G?"

Molly pinched her face in confusion. She turned on the computer again and began to revise the paper.

…

January 5, 2114.

A paper that does not look like a paper was officially published with the secret efforts of many parties.

"To the Sky that Mankind Will Eventually Lose".

"Human beings have spent thousands of years conquering the sky, but on this day, the sky once again became a forbidden area for gods."

…

…

June 2116.

The World Heart Association released data.

Since 2111, the number of patients who die from "sudden cardiac death" of unknown causes has increased by about 5% every year.

But among them, the proportion of "sudden cardiac death" among teenagers younger than 30 years old has increased by more than 50% every year than before.

A regrettable result.

Therefore, the World Heart Association calls on young people to stay up late less, indulge less in sex, smoke and drink less, and be happy for you, me and him.

…

same year.

July.

Pendragon Castle.

The girl and the woman in black are competing with swords.

The two figures were tumbling in the yard.

But rather than saying it was a sword fight, it was more like the woman in black giving the girl moves.

It was Great Mirien, and Little Mirien.

They met because of "fate".

Big Mirien held up a branch and easily blocked every sword strike from Little Mirien.

Little Mirion's sword is a knight's sword with an open edge.

Blown hair and broken hair, unstoppable.

However, she couldn't break the "teacher's" sword.

After a while.

Little Mirien lay panting on the ground, exhausted.

"I don't have anything to teach you anymore. Heh...it's time to go."

Miriam looked at her young self, stared at it for a moment, and then said something.

Neither of them noticed that when Great Mirien said these words, there was actually a complicated feeling of reluctance.

"ah?"

Loli Mirion, who was lying on the ground, raised her head and said "Ah" in surprise.

She was stunned.

It was too sudden.

The old housekeeper died suddenly of an unknown heart attack last year, and the only family member around her was her teacher.

The elders in the clan, from childhood to adulthood, only regarded her as "Master Pendragon" and raised her as "Pendragon's heir". They only pay attention to their swordsmanship, and don't know whether they are happy or tired.

In the past two years, she and her "teacher" had been getting along day and night, almost treating each other as her "mother", but suddenly, the teacher said these words, which seemed to mean goodbye.

"No,"

Little Mirien gritted her teeth: "Teacher, I'm still far away. Look, I can't even defeat you holding a branch. I'm still too weak."

Great Mirien stepped forward and touched her head.

In a daze, she remembered that "she" had been touched by her "teacher" in this way.

This is a cycle.

It's a cycle of despair.

One day, the girl in front of her will grow up as she wishes, and will truly understand what it means to be "invincible". She will be favored by the world, and there will be twelve knights of the Round Table gathered around her who are willing to protect her. She will also be there that day , in order to find the glory of the family, arrive in the mysterious east and meet that person.

They will meet again, and she will experience everything she has experienced with Rin, and she will also be able to taste the powerlessness and despair she once tasted.

Everything will happen again, and one day she will become who she is now.

Then, cycle all this again.

Miriam lowered her head. She suddenly felt that this was a wonderful fate, a strange fate for her and herself to meet.

Only movies dare to do this.

But she experienced a "cycle" firsthand.

Little Miriam saw that the teacher was silent, and she thought that her words could not move the teacher. She quickly raised her scarred hands: "Hey, teacher, look, my posture of holding the sword is wrong, my breathing is very rapid, I can't keep up with the teacher's movements at all, there are so many things I can learn. .Teacher, Miriam doesn’t know how to survive without you.”

"No, you are wrong." Mirien shook her head affirmatively: "No one knows better than me. You are more worthy of this sword than anyone else."

Finished.

Mirien made a move with her right hand, and the castle shook violently. An ancient sword buried deep in the ground trembled, penetrated the layers of stone walls, flew into the air, and then fell like a meteor and was inserted between the two of them. .

That is the "treasure" buried deep underground by the Pendragon family - the Holy Sword.

The golden holy sword emitted bright golden light in the sunlight. Little Mirion stared at the light flowing on the sword, dumbfounded.

Mirien also looked at it, but this sword no longer belonged to her.

What she said was not wrong.

There is no one else in the world who is more worthy of this sword than the girl in front of him.

Including her.

She doesn't deserve it either.

She was just the "dead" who abandoned her glory.

Miriam smiled: "Someone once said that there is no such thing as a dinner party. So, it's time to say goodbye."

The girl burst into tears.

She still doesn't know what her teacher looks like.

She was worried about what she would do if she said goodbye today and never saw each other again in the future.

"One day, we will meet again."

"Really?"

"Yes, in the name of 'Knight', I make an oath."

"On that day, I will become stronger and surpass my teacher."

The girl held the holy sword.

On her forehead, a hair stood up stubbornly and turned into a bunch of dull hair that would never fall down.

At this moment, she officially inherited the glory of her ancestors and became...the King of Knights.

"Remember, and never forget, your glory and...pride. Miriam Artoria X Pendragon."

"Yes, my teacher."

The girl raised her sword high and raised her curly hair.

on this day,

She made a vow.

She swore an oath,

Never forget the glory and pride.

In the name of "Pendragon".

…

…

The sun was shining brightly, and under the shade of the trees, a smiling man waved to Mirien from afar.

It’s Yi Rin.

"What's wrong? Don't want to give up?"

Yi Rin eats grilled chicken wings.

For the first time, Mirien did not ask for help from Yi Lin. Instead, she lowered her head and was worried.

"Here, eat it while it's hot. I was in a hurry today and only baked two."

Yi Lin stuffed another grilled chicken wing into Miriam's mouth.

Mirien bit down.

"Uuuuuu——"

Mouth full.

"Aren't we still alive?"

Yilin's smile was as warm as the spring breeze, and with the comfort of grilled chicken wings, Miriam's depression gradually eased.

"Will she become me one day?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Yi Lin nodded first and then shook his head.

Mirien was stunned: "Why?"

"Because there is no 'I' in this world."

Miriam was dumbfounded.

"If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have entered the Singularity of the Age of Gods; if you hadn't entered the Singularity of the Age of Gods, you wouldn't have died; if you hadn't died, you wouldn't have arrived in hell; if you hadn't arrived in hell, you wouldn't have been in hell. I pushed myself to the position of knight."

After smoothing out the logic in one breath, Yi Lin stretched out an index finger: "Without me, she wouldn't be you. Unless, one day, this world suddenly has an extra 'I'. Huh? Why are you laughing? Could it be that Do you understand?"

Yi Lin was puzzled because he spoke so fast. According to the usual practice, Miriam would not be able to understand.

Miriam smiled softly, she was happy.

But she didn't say anything, just gnawed on the chicken wings.

It's great to meet you.

Delicious.

"Almost three years."

Yi Lin finished eating the chicken wings.

"I have to go now."

"Um."

Miriam had already noticed it.

The dishes this time were so perfunctory and different from usual. Yilin made a different decision than usual, which did not surprise Miriam.

Over the years, Yilin has been wandering around with the district servers of the Tower of War and the Tower of Famine, working hard to use "magic", "alchemy", "rituals", "witchcraft", "curses" and "magic potions" , "divine descent" and other mysterious knowledge, and perfected the rules of "freedom". He and Miriam spent less time together and more time apart, and the time between each cooking meal became longer and longer.

Miriam's calmness surprised Yi Lin.

He gently touched Miriam's hair, ran his fingers through the gap on her forehead, and paused for a moment.

Yi Lin threw an exquisite badge into Mirien's hand.

"This is?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Dean Wandering Sea's identity certificate, I accidentally convinced an ancient vampire...well, to convince people with virtue. He hasn't sucked blood for hundreds of years and is a bit weak. I took over Wandering Sea by the way. Now, He is the honorary dean.”

Yi Lin talked lightly about one of his insignificant deeds in the past three years: "Remember, the path we are taking now is 'history', and the future that belongs to us will definitely come."

Miriam nodded vigorously.

"When the time is right, everything in the Wandering Sea will become your strength."

Mirien nodded again.

Before leaving.

Yi Lin remembered something:

"By the way, I took in...ahem, a few poor and confused female students. Coincidentally, they are all named...Thessia von Einzbern."

Upon hearing this, Miriam felt wary and raised her eyebrows: "How many...?"

Yi Lin replied calmly: "The total is only more than 10,000."

"!"