The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Altria, who finally reacted, finally unblocked her treasure in a whirlwind - although in my eyes, the golden long sword is dazzling and conspicuous from beginning to end, "please inform Berserker and Assassin leave as soon as possible."

"I count one, two, three, and immediately liberate when the last number exits."

Because it was in my own inherent barrier, I easily notified Lancelot and Mordred, ""

Although it is a bit more certain that Altria will liberate the treasure in my inherent enchantment or successfully eliminate the black dragon projection, it is almost equivalent to using my magical power to counter the absolute power of the victory oath—— Unless my brain is convulsed, this kind of thing is simply not mentioned.

Anyway, Dimeldor's weapon has cut off the connection between the water magic pattern, the black dragon projection and the golden fleece, and the "immortality" mode that Medea used to make use of the night of the moon can also be eliminated.

As for the next battle... Then there is nothing for me. After the inherent barrier is over, I can fight back home with Lancelot.

--Really?

...

——(∩_∩)

What do you mean?

——I want to.

Convex =.=|||

"three!"

"two!"

"One!"

With my last sound, the inherent barrier that had eroded the real space was instantly lifted, and the huge black dragon projection immediately fell to the surface of the water, making a slight water sound that was completely out of proportion to its size.

"Αλχημε?α!"

As soon as I fell into the water, I used alchemy to instantly make an earth embankment, and after I, Lancelot, Dimeldor, and Mordred settled down on it, over there, the Oath of Victory Sword was lifted. Altria of the "Wind King Enchantment" has also entered the final stage of preparation.

The light is gathering.

As if illuminating this holy sword is one's supreme mission, the brilliance is boundlessly condensed into a dazzling beam.

After ten years of unyielding, after twelve battles undefeated.

This feat is unparalleled in the world, and this honor is unparalleled.

What is contained in this dazzling sword is the dream that all the soldiers who have disappeared on the battlefield have pursued and longed for throughout their lives-the crystallization of prayer called "Glory".

Not hot, not cold, just a dazzling light that is firm in self-belief.

Taking pride in holding up this will and carrying out this belief is the righteousness, now Altria chanted the real name of this miracle.

Its name is--

"Oath-the sword of victory!!!"

The light is rushing.

The light is roaring.

Numerous whirlpools were rolled up on the flashing galloping route, swallowing the black dragon projection and the night.

In the instantaneous evaporating sea water, the Black Dragon Projection then let out a stern roar, and then... just like that, it gradually fell down and was swallowed by the flood of light.

Chapter 52 The Aftermath of War

Suddenly I found out that the little squid was speechless many times in this chapter...

The inexplicable writing is very cheerful, and sure enough, living in the little squid has become the fun of me and the squid?

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——The so-called unintentional cutting willow...

——It's really itchy.

"It's really spectacular..."

Standing on the embankment, I set up a pergola and looked at the white light that seemed to burn everything, and sighed sincerely.

"Heh, because of this, he is the king."

Lancelot, who was standing next to me, gave a low laugh, "It is because it bears the hope of the people of the entire age that it can exert such power-it is so dazzling that it is heartbreaking. There is Who would have thought that a person with such a heavy burden is just a woman who is not yet an adult?"

"But so what?"

I turned my head to look at him, "When she chooses to draw the sword in the stone to become the king, she should know what she should give."

Looking at the river from our perspective, Altria's slender body was panting and trembling in pain because of the battle that had just ended.

"It is hard to imagine that there will be people who have the choice to give up their rights as women and devote everything to their ideals... Such people are rare even at my time.

Dimrdo seemed to be sighing, "Moreover, few people can do it even if it is a king, or even stick to it.

"It's because most people can't do it, so you feel dazzling, right?"

I looked away, "However, the brilliance that can only be produced by burning all of myself, although beautiful, I still cannot agree with it."

Because that often represents sacrifice.

People can only do what they want if they are alive, right?

"Ha, I don't want to say it, but Caster is surprisingly strict."

In response to what I said, Dimrdo shrugged his shoulders, "Seeing such a brilliance, are you still unwilling to admit her?"

"...It's really dazzling, yes, it's just..."

Lancelot sighed lightly and looked away, "Too strong brilliance can hurt people."

What he said is not so much a sigh as a statement-but indeed, it can be said to be quite sharp.

Although Mordred on one side didn't speak, his eyes seemed to be worried.

"Don't look at me, anyway, Altria and I have not been the same since the Arthurian dynasty. There used to be Merlin in the middle of the mud, but now Merlin is not here, every time I see her not quarreling with her is thanks to I selectively ignored her."

As for the gaze that Dim Erdo looked over, I rolled my eyes bachelorfully, "From the beginning of her efforts to obliterate our group of people who helped her for the so-called'country', I don't think she has I am already very magnanimous to death."

"Ha, she really is a woman, it's really not an ordinary grudge!"