I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

——During the long time, long enough to continue the now almost decayed "past" time, such a young girl did exist.

It's the same as when he stared at the face of a sage with only the outer shell, and a different "thought" emerged in his heart.

Obviously, for some reason, the memory seems to be frozen, and there is only ice in the place that should be full, which is equivalent to empty.

However, the things that are sealed inside by the ice seem to be inseparable from the flowers that are blooming properly.

He no longer remembers her name, appearance, or even the memory fragments of getting along with her.

But it wasn't that nothing was left behind.

In an extremely accidental moment, when a trace of memory is drawn out by unintentional details, the boy who is no longer the same as before will be distracted for a while.

The more recent time...

It is "at that time".

In retrospect, it should be that girl who seems to be far away.

A book of fairy tales taken from the shelf in the library of an orphanage lies quietly on the surface of the desk.

The wind poked its head through the cracks of the unclosed windows, circling the room freely.

The places that have been baptized by it seem to emit subtle ripples.

On the desk, the books spread out were also involved.

Crashing, swishing, the pages of the book began to flip at a rapid speed—the pictures that were originally inlaid in the center of the page became coherent, and at a glance, it seemed to form a series of complete pictures.

Although I can't see it clearly, I can only vaguely print a general idea in some people's slightly startled hearts.

Going back to that "past", the background must be a sunny day where the sun is shining and everything is shining.

The knight girl in silver armor raised her head in the oncoming breeze, her raised blond hair almost blending with the brilliant sky.

Just like any "reminiscence" that was mysterious in the past, the girl who appeared this time still did not show her face.

In addition, all the clues and characteristics that can directly point to her true identity have been blurred.

Even the sound.

'Doing this...is your own...? '

'I... don't know very well...'

'If...you didn't...deceive...'

Whether you can hear the content clearly will not be mentioned for the time being, but the sound broken into countless stanzas is very troublesome.

There are two voices appearing in it.

A brisk one, of course, belongs to the girl herself.

And another...

Fine.

There is no need to think about who is the man who is talking to the girl here, the answer is obvious in front of him.

They seemed to have had a rather serious conversation.

The content of the conversation was unsurprisingly unknown, but it can be inferred that it was aimed at a particular concern of a certain man.

"He" cared a lot about her.

"He" didn't want the girl to suffer even a little harm.

That's why he opened his mouth especially abruptly and asked the above question.

So……

Faced with this crucial question, how did the girl answer it?

Just arrived at such a critical place, there is no follow-up.

——The wind blowing in from the window stopped abruptly at some point.

Fortunately, before everything stopped, the pages of the flat-spread fairy tale book had been turned to the bottom.

The last page was glued to the thick pages that overlapped in front, making an extremely light sound.

In the center of each page, the portrait of a young knight seems to be running as they are flipped, and at this point, they have finally run to the farthest border.

The story of the girl knight king ends here.

Once upon a time, Emma held the book and read to the children around the end of the story that should have had a second volume, but could only find the first and second volumes.

It is said that the girl knight has become a very qualified king after going through honing.

She is just and noble, brave and resolute, and as a king, she regained the most precious things for her beloved people.

But perhaps few people have noticed that it is never mentioned in the story from the beginning to the end, whether the young girl knight who wishes for others to be happy, and actually does so, has not obtained happiness herself.

——Did she get her own happiness?

——Has she lost something after working hard for others...

No.

It must have been lost.

The only question is how much is lost.

The girl who has a golden smile like the wheat ears swaying in the autumn harvest, what kind of end will she finally usher in.

……

Hard to imagine.

When Merlin asked "Do you not want to see her", Eric actually denied his previous thoughts and felt sullen.

"There's no need to force it."

The magician who detected early on what was in the boy's mind had a calm tone, even though it didn't match what was in his heart.

"For you who are now equivalent to ushering in a new life, those things in the past can indeed..."

He knows.

Although they are essentially the same person, Eric, who is now amnesiac, cannot be directly equated with that man.

At least, the most obvious point is that the silver-haired boy is very repulsed to contact with the so-called past.

Merlin felt that it was reasonable for the young man not to like him, and it was luck that he didn't hate him to the extent.

How the flower magician would feel about that girl was really not sure.

Subconsciously, he thought that he would not be alienated from her, but after so long, the changes have been so great.

As long as Eric still has a repelling attitude towards his past, then there is no telling what will happen in reality.

For the magician to say these words, he already showed his attitude of wanting the boy to avoid him.

"The person you know, who I used to know, has appeared here now. The situation is not clear, but it has nothing to do with me, so you don't have to worry about it."

Eric repeated it.

And, when the magician didn't know why, he seemed to call the magician's name clearly for the first time: "Merlin, do you want to say that?"

Not to mention that at this moment, the magician's heartbeat seemed to miss half a beat in an instant, and his state of mind could not be calmed down for a long time.

"...If you want to tell the truth." Merlin only hesitated for a moment, as if glancing at a previously unexpected light in the darkness, he immediately changed his mind.

He said frankly: "Even if everyone uses this reason to persuade you, I will never be one of them. Let you avoid—OK, I admit, this is not what I want."

The eyes of the two collided.

The magician's sight has not been withdrawn from the golden pupils in front of him.

It's time to emphasize again.

The boy who is now named Eric—or, a man with another name, his distinctive presence will not be concealed by any external objects.

Even the outer shell of the divine weapon can't cover it, and the flames are constantly burning inside.

"I really don't want to get involved in those inexplicable things."

"Yes, I understand."

"It's annoying that you guys act like you know me very well."

"I know... huh? I tried my best to reduce the sense of existence, but the result still annoys you!"

"The guy who popped up out of nowhere keeps looking at him with strange eyes, hesitating to speak, who are you complaining to? It's annoying!"

clack clack-

It was probably the sound of a magician's heart turning into glass and shattering all at once.

but.

There is still a chance for him to be resurrected with a second breath.

Eric didn't intend to let a group of irrelevant people around stand by to watch their excitement, so he left the Hunter's Association early in the morning.

The white horse planted the human beings behind and rushed into the vast and boundless sky in one fell swoop.

The sunlight falling from the sky is like crystal feathers, crushed under the hooves of the horses, and flies down into the embrace of the gradually shrinking earth.

The current local time is 17:23:19 pm.

In other words, they only have a little more than half a day to set off from now on, to solve the task entrusted by the Hunter Association, plus a round trip.

"Is the ruin they mentioned related to the owner of Stallion who suddenly appeared in this world? Let's take it as it is. Anyway, after passing by, you will know it at a glance."

"Hey."

The young man sitting at the front suddenly said in an impatient voice: "You, don't dangle in front of me with someone else's face. Don't you look ugly? Don't tell me you can't help but punch me when I take a look at it. ?”

"—Oh, of course not!"

In fact, the magus interface was being blurred by the boy's long hair.

His concern was nothing more than that one, he was careful and tried his best not to show his true face, and he was worried that his sweetheart who had finally found him would be brought back extremely bad memories if he saw it.

However, the young man who was too lazy to speculate on this guy's psychological activities said that he would be disgusted by any face he saw anyway, so don't do that.

Merlin should be quite happy.

From the fact that he was only stunned for a moment, he removed the disguise of imitating the sage, revealing his true face at a fast speed.

The shepherd's staff becomes a more complicated staff with wrapped strips of cloth.

The fluffy but ostentatious white hair also swayed backwards in the wind, faintly reflecting the colorful rainbow light.

The boy in front caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye. Even if he didn't like this guy, he had to give a pertinent comment. This light and dreamy feeling really fits the image of "Nightmare".

Because he was more concerned about the other person he hadn't seen yet, Eric only glanced at Merlin and ignored him.

"what does it look like."

"Ok?"

"What kind of person is your master?"

Oh... ok.

It was only at this point that it became clear that Erik was talking to Stallion.

From extremely rejecting everything related to the "past", to being able to ask this sentence seemingly normally.

On the surface, it seems to be an understatement, and there is nothing serious about it.

but.

For Eric himself, this was already a rather difficult "transformation".

Comply with those things that cannot be erased in the depths of my heart... the things that can't be explained clearly whether I miss or worry about them.

He admitted it.

I was worried about that "girl" who didn't even know her name.

"call--"

The galloping white horse held its head high and let out a whistle similar to the sound of the wind.

The magician's gentle voice that seemed to be slightly sighed came from behind.

He raised his hand, pulled up the boy's long hair, and pressed it lightly on his shoulder.

"In your impression, she should be a girl who is a bit rash, but always optimistic and active, and sticks to justice."

"Arthur Pendragon... No, her real name is Arturia."

"She is the King of Britain, the monarch of the Knights of the Round Table. She is my student, Kay's adopted sister, and also you—I cannot define her existence in your heart for you, but I can believe that she must be very important. "

In the eyes of different people, the girl named Artoria has different identities and images.

Soon, the boy will be sure.

Artoria is his "sister" who has no blood relationship but is extremely important.

In the extremely long past, he, who had to leave because of certain things, once hoped that she would find her own happiness.

however……

What the hell went wrong.

When they met again after a thousand years, the face of the "girl" who appeared in front of him remained unchanged.

She is the King of Britain, the Lord of the Knights of the Round Table, and the student of the Magician of Flowers...

She is also a supreme "goddess".

"..."

"..."

"Why, did it become like this?"

The silence that seemed to be frozen in time filled the air.

An ethereal voice without any emotion came from the front.

"Who are you?"

The author has something to say: I was finally willing to accept the past, and I encountered this kind of blow

Eric is sad