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The bedroom guarded by the warm fire of the stove is still so peaceful. The cold night outside the window will never pose any threat to the girl lying on the bed.

Through the thick glass windows, the whistle of the cold wind outside the window can still be heard in time, and the cold wind quietly penetrated into the house through the slits of the windows. It must be this voice, let yourself be mistaken for hearing the cry of people who were burned to death.

--what happened? Elias Phil

The mother said this and gently stroked her cheek. The voice and touch of the mother who accompanied the girl at all times made her feel relieved.

The girl and her mother are both based on the personality of a magician known as the "Goddess of Winter". So the girl has a mother and an aunt in her heart. Even the earliest trace back to "the original Yustha" was recorded in the girl's heart.

Therefore, even in the night when sleeping alone in the duvet, the girl will never be alone. As long as you call, you can hear your mother's voice at any time, and you can see her figure at any time.

"Mom... I had a terrible dream, in which Ilya became a cup."

Watching her mother's soft silver hair and gentle eyes calmly, the girl continued to talk about nightmares.

"Ilia contained seven large and very large objects. Ilia was almost broken, I was scared but I couldn’t escape. At that time I heard the voice of Yossa, and a black appeared on the top of my head. The big hole... Then, the world is less. Cheji looked at the world and cried."

Yeah, I dreamed of him. The father, who is said to be in a remote, foreign country, handles tricky work.

At the thought of this, the girl suddenly realized that the nightmare she just had seemed to symbolize something bad, and she became uneasy again.

"Mom... willn't there be an accident? Will you be afraid alone?"

Looking at the teenage girl worried about her father, the mother smiled tenderly.

--nothing. That man will work hard for Ilya. In order to stop Ilya from having such terrible memories, he will certainly fulfill his wish for us--

"...Well, right, right."

She knew that that person was a very strong person. So after he completed that important work, he would definitely come back here immediately. The girl broke her finger to calculate the deadline for that day. Although it was very cold to sleep alone, even so, her mother would still be with her. She is not alone—until the day she can correctly understand this contradiction.

The girl waited in a city that was always blocked in heavy snow. The agreement exchanged with her father is the most cherished treasure in her heart.

The sunset sky is bloody.

The earth in front of me is also bloody.

The corpses that fell to the ground were the people who once believed a young girl and supported her as king and jointly offered triumph to him.

They were divided into two factions because of the traitors' provoke, and each killed each other as enemies, and then fell together on the battlefield. The final place of King Arthur, at the foot of Camranchu.

Waking up from a dream on the other side of time and space, kneeling down on the blood-stained hill again, Altolia stared blankly at the desolate scene.

In order to change this ending, she entrusted her soul after death to the "world" and embarked on a journey to seek miracles.

I originally decided not to go back here, I believed that I would never see this scene again. But the girl was still kneeling on the land at the moment.

But this is not the end. It's just one point in the journey of hardware circulation.

After being freed from Servant’s contract, the hero named Altolia did not go to the "spirit seat", but was brought back to this piece of Camranciu, because her fate had not yet finished, she had to This place is broken.

That is to say, before she was called as a Servant, she was not the kind of regular hero who became a real hero after real death in reality.

At the last minute, exchange a contract with the "world" to turn the dead soul into a guardian. The price is to get the Holy Grail-this is the truth about the Servant named Altolia.

The contract can only be fulfilled if the Holy Grail is obtained. In other words, if Altolia could not get the Holy Grail, the time of this land would be still forever. Forever, not even death. Before getting the Holy Grail, she can only continue to participate in the battle for the Holy Grail on the other side of time and space.

Therefore, Altolia's time was frozen before he died. Unless she gets the Holy Grail, she can only return to this Camranchu again and again. Repeated over and over again, this scene will always blame her and torment her.

She looked around slowly.

On the Hill of Death, she still maintained the moment she signed the contract.

With tears all over his face, the armor was soaked in the blood of the enemy, and the gun in his hand pierced the heart of his own son.

As a traitor, at the same time, he inherited his tragic son Mordred. Because of love and hatred, he lost everything, and the picture was fixed at the moment he killed his son by himself-

The will of the "world" is called by miserable pain, the moment when a contract is concluded with the hero who seeks miracles-

This is the cage that always binds Altolia, who has lost time.

In the time when she lost her meaning, in the moment equivalent to eternity, she stared at the battlefield under the sunset, waiting for the next call.

She is always right. She firmly believed in this. Nevertheless, she ignored the fire that caused the tragedy in front of her, just as she ignored Lancelot and Goneville's suffering.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't understand why she couldn't figure it out—this is the limit that Altolia looked at.

So, is it not that the fate of Camrancius is a trick of fate, but is it the inevitable result of Altoria’s staring governance?

"Woo..."

She couldn't help sobbing.

She recalled those long days. Recalling the young girl who ignored the lively fighting arena and the men competed with each other, but only faced the sword stabbed in the rock alone.

At that time, what was she thinking about?

What kind of determination did he reach out to hold the hilt.

The memories have long been blurred, and I can't remember them even though my eyes are dimmed with tears.

So-your own fault must have been committed that day.

The tears on her face flowed to the fullest. In this place where there is no time to flow, no matter what she thinks or does, it will not be recorded in history. Here, she no longer has to give herself the title of king. Well, it doesn't matter if you show weakness, or if you lose face.

With such thoughts, she is towards the ideal that could not be fulfilled, to the people who could not be saved.

To everything that disappeared because of her being king.

"……Sorry……",,..

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