king and queen

"Wait a minute, some followers will respond!"

After sending away the emotional Gilles de Rais, Romany Akiman went online again at the right time, and assured the other party that he would never tell Joan of Arc of Chaldea about this record x3, nor would he let the It circulates in any form.

"Please thank Master for me."

After Gilles de Rais finished speaking, he walked away with a look of doubt on his life.

Although he knew it shouldn't be, Romani Akiman really almost laughed, and Da Vinci had long since laughed out of shame.

At this time, the real Rider master and slave in the Fourth Holy Grail War of Fuyuki City set foot here, and had a fierce quarrel with El-Melloi II.

Assassin took the opportunity to escape, and after bidding farewell to Rider's master and servant, El-Melloi II's expression became even uglier.

"Teacher, are you angry? Please calm down."

"What are you talking about, Master." The monster of rationalism stared at her, and said in a cold voice: "Anger? Because of Rider who is like a bear parent and his weak and stupid Master?"

Wow, this is simply mad, but she didn't say anything.

Fujimaru Tachika shook her head in pity, and thought old-fashionedly: It's really a headache, everyone has a time when they don't want to face their dark history.

For example, a certain sword rank marshal who is destined to win the eye disease, or the teacher in front of him who wants to kill his young self.

This Holy Grail War cannot be resolved in one night. After destroying the leylines passed down from generation to generation by the Tohsaka family, El-Melloi II finally ended the work mercifully. Next, I happily stayed at the Einzbern Castle.

The full moon rose early outside the window. At this moment, Fujimaru Tachika and Matthew had already fallen asleep. Guinevia tucked them in the quilt intimately, and then walked out of the guest room.

She watched the brave and strong little human girls walking all the way, as if she saw the only hope in a desperate situation. Their hard work really opened up the mood.

El-Melloi II who was sitting in the living room stubbed out his cigarette, nodded to her, and Guinevia smiled back.

"Your Highness the Queen."

"I told you earlier that you don't have to be so reserved."

The first time Lancelot saw the other party, he stood up from the sofa. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just stared at her, showing a very short smile.

It can never be touched, it can never be crossed, the distance of that one step is just right.

The knight hastily lowered his eyes, not looking at her again.

He had learned not to ask for more.

Guinevia didn't take it seriously, she had only had close contact with the knight on the lake for a while before she was alive, and she didn't even know much about this man than Gawain.

He came and left under orders, abided by his duties, stood quietly and silently behind her, and guarded her against all possible external injuries.

That is really an excellent knight, and also a well-known hero incarnate. He is still young and has unlimited possibilities. The court should not be a place to restrain him.

King Arthur should have considered this, so he entrusted the battlefield to him again.

At the end, she smiled calmly, returned the holy sword, and fell asleep with Guinevia's company.

During her lifetime, after King Arthur chose a successor, she disappeared forever, and her life ended.The witch Morgan brought the news of the king's death back to Camelot, and at the same time truthfully informed the whereabouts of Her Highness the Queen.

At that time, the demon's expression was calm, and the arc hanging from the corner of her mouth made it impossible to distinguish clearly, whether it was ridicule or tenderness.

She should indeed feel ridiculous.

Having been in business for half his life and hating for decades, all the hatred is over.

King Arthur was so calm and peaceful, regretfully and contentedly following his dream, and fell into a deep sleep.

She was not in pain, nor regretful, just slightly sad.

But such a journey, such a warm encounter, for her, is it not a miracle.

"Come to me, Guinevia."

Arturia's voice was the same as before, incredibly gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Guinevia turned around and looked, a sweet smile naturally appeared on her face, and girlish warmth and joy burst out of her pupils.

Someone's laughter vaguely echoed in the air, and they stared at each other intently, unwilling to divert their eyes from colliding for a long time.

At that moment, the years seemed to change color suddenly, and the time was frozen in Camelot.

Guinevia's steps were slow and steady, as if she was still dragging her long skirt to the floor, just like the day when the engagement was concluded, walking towards her king step by step to welcome her happiness.

Arturia took off her armor, took off her gloves, and put on a formal dress in the present world, watching her wife smiling at her.

She bent down and passed her hand over: "Are you free to chat?"

Looking at Artoria with a smile, the Queen of Britain naturally took her outstretched and bent arms, and heard her slow down and biting voice with a little smile, "My honor."

The couple separated by time can finally meet, who can say that this is not a miracle itself?

"I will give you a lifetime of love and loyalty."

King Arthur did say so on her wedding day, and she did.

Just because it is the only concern that spans time and space, transcends life and death.

The husband and wife came to the rooftop hand in hand, bathed in the cold moonlight, and talked peacefully.

When they met, they were always in such a hurry that they didn't even have a chance to say their greetings when they met again after a long absence.

"You didn't blame me for being capricious."

Guinevia tilted her head slightly to look at her husband. She was favored by eternal time just as she was in her lifetime, and her appearance and physique were maintained in her girlhood.

"Because the responsibility is all on me." Artoria stared at his wife with smiling green eyes, and said slowly: "Until the end, I couldn't let you grow old in my arms."

Artoria imagined more than once that they could be like the most ordinary couples, slowly watching each other grow gray hair, wrinkles climb up their cheeks, and support each other until they could no longer walk.

But all she can bring to her wife is the debt she owes.

She was always late, absent, intruding into her life, and leaving irresponsibly.

"..." Guinevia was speechless for a moment, and she shook her head helplessly: "That is my own choice."

Yes, choosing to be King Arthur's wife, after learning the truth, still insisting on becoming the king's accomplice, falling in love with the king, and wanting to be by her side forever - all the consequences of this series of actions should be borne by the king. Guinivia took it upon herself, that's why they now face the barrier between life and death.

She walked through endless time and was finally able to meet her husband, so she was already satisfied.

Arturia intertwined her fingers.

Things have become like this, the reason is no longer important, she just wants Guinevia to be happy, and she doesn't want sorrow to occupy the corners of her eyes and brows at all.

She had always hoped that her wife would stretch her arms unburdened like a real girl, standing in the center of the crowd and laughing happily.

Today, this wish has not changed.

The author has something to say:

The marshal is hopeless.