Summoner of Miracles

“The fix of the peculiarities has begun! ”

“Spirit transfer is about to be forced! ”

“You are all ready to return to Caledy! ”

The voices of Roman, Da Vinci and Olga Mary were ringing, telling everyone what was going on.

Today, the Cup of the Holy Grail has been successfully reclaimed, the Lion King has also been defeated, the Holy Gun has disappeared, the Holy City is about to collapse, all the unusual distortions have been resolved, nature is the beginning of the foundation of human nature, the return of the people to the charade.

Only, this time, those preparing to return to Charade, are destined to be more than just Rosen and Matthew.

“Hey, here you go. ”

JOAN [Alter] suddenly held his hand in high and high position, reaching out to Luo Jin.

“This...”

Matthewton was dazzling.

“You...”

Rosen was equally surprised.

But JOAN [Alter] snorted coldly and spoke ill-colored.

“Didn't you say you wanted to make a formal pact with me and bring me back to Caledy? What, regret it? ”

JOAN [Alter] behaves like he doesn't care.

But where can't you see that this frank dragon witch's gaze has begun to shake and her heart isn't as calm as it looks?

At the moment, Ro can't help but find it a little funny.

Matthew, on the other hand, was really surprised and surprised.

“Miss Joan, are you ready to enter into a formal contract with your predecessor and return with us to Caledy? ”

It seemed like a happy thing to Matthew.

JOAN [Alter] said so immediately.

“Because if I don't, I'll just disappear, and I don't want to die so soon. ”

This is what Joan (Alter) said.

And quite reasonable.

Unfortunately...

“You can pretend again. It's okay. ”

Alter straightforwardly broke through Alter.

“Shut up!” JOAN [Alter] suddenly said, “Who's pretending? That's why I'm here! Is there a mistake? ”

That's true, but if you put it that way, doesn't it look a little unconvincing?

“What a troublesome woman. ”

Alter is buried like this, but he also reaches out to Rojin.

See, Luo was slightly stunned.

“What are you still standing there for?” Alter's face is calm, “said the explosive lady over there. Can't I make a formal contract with you? ”

There is no need to explain why.

“Is the king going to come to Caledy, too? ”

This time, Matthew opened his eyes.

Obviously, Matthew had no idea that Alter wanted to enter into a formal contract with Rosen.

It's just that Luo Zhen didn't even think about it.

After all, unlike JOAN [Alter], Luo Zhen had intended to enter into a formal contract with Alter, but had not yet issued an invitation, and who ever thought that Alter had offered to do so instead.

And naturally, since both inverted followers are so proactive, the remaining followers will naturally not miss this opportunity.

“And me!” Quiet and hurried over, I saw a pitiful look: “Please take me with you! Lord Luo Zhen! ”

Quiet said, reaching out a hand, grabbing Luo Jin's horn, like a little girl afraid of being abandoned, looks really cute.

The troika successively offered Rojin a contract.

And, one such gesture.

“Lord Luo Zhen. ”

The quiet head stretched out his hand like he was hoping.

“Forced return is about to begin, and if we don't hurry, we will all return to our seats one step at a time. ”

Alter said so.

“If you regret it, now is not the time to do so. ”

JOAN [Alter] put it this way, but he didn't take his hand back.

Looking at the three fiber jade hands that came in front of him, Luo Zhen laughed.

Very smiling.

The next second, Ro did not hesitate to reach out and hold all three young girls' hands in his hand.

“Huh!”

The law of the covenant emerged over several overlapping hands and passed away in a flash.

At this moment, Rojin entered into a formal contract with the Troika.

Then, together, the pedestrians turned into photoparticles, which were accepted into a swirling passage of light, and poured into it.

............

This is a forest.

A forest that looks quite ancient but quite peaceful.

There are birds and beasts in the forest.

There is a thriving forest.

Altoria walked here, slowly moving in one direction.

To get here, Altoria travels a long way.

How much time did it take, and Altoria forgot.

But the long-standing memory tells her that this path is not wrong.

Because it's not the first time Altoria's walked in this forest.

So Altoria came to a lake.

“ ———— ”

Artoria stopped before the lake.

Looking out at the crystal clear lake and the beautiful water reflecting the sun, Altoria closed her eyes as if she missed it and as if she was saying goodbye.

Then Altoria slowly lifted the sword in her hand.

“Go on. ”

Altoria's faint voice.

“Go back where you belong. ”

Altoria threw her sword into the lake.

“Pfft! ”

In the clear and audible sound of water, the sword fell into the lake and gradually disappeared.

Altoria saw a beautiful woman swimming in the center of the lake and taking over the sword.

And then, yes, the convenience disappeared.

That's...

“The elves in the lake? ”

That's right.

That's the elf in the lake that once gave King Arthur the sword.

Now the sword is back in each other's hands and returned by Artoria.

“I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long. ”

If you stay like this, Altoria turns aside and goes to the forest.

Its body, whether angry or angry, is passing away.

It's perfectly normal.

King Arthur was supposed to die, but only by the power of the holy gun did he rise to the divine.

And the protection of the sword also allows Altoria to stop the passing of her flesh and bring her back here.

In that case, Artoria will naturally no longer be able to sustain herself with the return of the sword.

Altoria walked into the forest until she could no longer sustain herself before laying in front of a big tree.

That scene, like the legendary death of King Arthur, is exactly the same.

Between 1500 years, Altoria finally arrived at a long, late sleep.

And before closing her eyes, Altoria heard a voice.

“Are you going to bed? ”

That's the familiar voice of a loyal knight.

Hearing this voice, Altoria couldn't help but smile peacefully.

Around, Altoria talks.

“Sorry, Bedville. ”

Altoria murmured softly.

“Sleep this time... slightly... forever...”

In a dreamy murmur, Altoria closed her eyes.

The legendary king of Great Britain, in this forest, slept quietly in the past.

Until permanently.