The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Just what you think, the real...Princess Guinevere.Tsk tsk...It was a waste of the other party to spend so much money to save you, you actually forgot her completely, she is really reluctant...

What do you know?What is the truth of the matter?!

Want to know?

That's right!

If he continues to live unclearly like this, Mordred feels that sooner or later he will choose to destroy himself because he can't bear the emptiness in his heart.

Even if the truth will completely subvert your current life and world?

...That's right!

Despite some hesitation, Mordred made his own choice.

Since you asked for it, it doesn’t count as if I violated the original contract, um...I’m also looking forward to the extent to which an alien like you can do it...

what?

So... get ready, kid.

Uh?

After a brief astonishment, Mordred only felt a sharp pain swept through his body, and the sharp pain made him snorted and fell directly to the ground like that.

And at the last moment of consciousness, the scene flashed in front of you...

Indeed... subverted Mordred's daily life covered with "peace" disguise...

"Oh ah ah ah ah ah..."

A scream sounded, and finally he returned to silence because of Mordred's coma.

And the figure who had been leaning against the window just stared blankly at what was happening in this unknown corner.

Is the memory of the so-called "person" really something that can be believed?

End·Memory·End

Chapter 65 Ending Three

So the second volume is finally completed. People who are familiar with the fragments in front of Xiaolanhua don't have to doubt it. At the beginning of the first volume, Xiao Squid's dream was modified by me using the content in this chapter.

Sprinkle flowers by the way to celebrate the end of the Arthurian cup!(This person is crazy)

Next is the usual half-month rest period, because there are also Justlooking and Unicorns that have to update at least one chapter each, and the third volume of Fate also needs to be saved, so the next update of this article will have to wait at least until December 2 days (only sooner or later...)

Another: The empty track is still a shift for six days.

So allow me to relax and take a breath...Really, the more I write, the more tired I am, considering whether the FF and Fate mixture of Sister L should be included in the first CG of the Vivienne trilogy (Lelouch of Rebellion) ) Write after finishing...

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If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one can imagine what a beautiful place it is.

At first glance, the goal is half of it is full of brilliant golden eyes, and half of it is the blue lake with sparkling blue waves.

The cyan tree trunks are indistinct in the dazzling gold, and the ground is filled with grass, all kinds of bushes and flowers that will never appear outside.

The fragrant smell mixed with the clearness of the fragrant earthy lake water lingers in the nose.

The warm light casts down from the gap between the leaves, reflecting the surrounding environment with a hazy warmth.

The wind blows, the rustle of leaves shaking like the whispering murmur of an unknown singer, combined with the clear chirping of birds that occasionally slide across the lake and into the woods, forming a mysterious and beautiful melody.

And from the gap in the woods, a clearing can be vaguely seen, and a woman is sitting under a tree on the edge of the clearing near the lake.

She wore a light-weight Qi ethnic traditional casual clothes, and her long black hair had no decorations, but fell like running water. Next to her, there were two water bottles and a fruit with a sweat towel on it. Basket, a few common small animals in the woods are making noise around her.

The woman was hanging her head slightly, bending one knee at random, flipping through the book on her knee, turning a page from time to time.

Such a peaceful and peaceful scene is so familiar.

It seemed that as long as she said something, the woman would raise her head and look over, then smiled that she was in a good mood, then called him "Lance", and then handed a water bottle and sweat towel on one side.

But the opened lips could only be closed silently in the end, just like those hands that slumped down after sticking out.

Because I understand that everything in front of him is just a phantom—from his memory, just an image that can be seen but not touched.

Because he knew that the entire world could really be touched by him, except for the empty throne, nothing else.

Yes, all he has at this moment is this empty and lonely Heroic Throne.

Located outside the time axis, even the dimension cannot be involved, and the past and future cannot interfere with the special existence.

Before being summoned by the laws of the world, as the master of this space throne, all you can do is wait.

Cannot leave the throne, can only wait quietly.

In this world that can reflect the inner impression, he will stand alone on the throne and wait forever.

Waiting, the "world" is called again.

Because time, for this space, has long been meaningless.

I have dreamed of different, incoherent, and broken pictures over and over again.

The only thing in common is that the same person appears in that picture.

Even if compared with the fragments of the sun, it will definitely not be inferior to any place, sandy golden hair.

With incomparable hardness and clarity, golden and cyan eyes as if carved by the skillful hands of the elves.

That is such a dazzling existence for him.

Want to touch, want to follow, even... want to protect.

Such a mood...what is it?

He did not understand.

All he knows is that on every dream night, when he stretches out his hand to that person in the dream, and thinks that he will hold the other person, the dream will always wake up.

And he can only open his eyes and look at the empty hand, and then it is difficult to sleep.