Whenever I close my eyes, I can hear the sound of the raging storm.
It's like a person staggering forward on the snowfield at night, only to encounter a blizzard.
The strong wind can make people unable to open their eyes and breathless. It is like a knife, leaving countless knife-like scars all over the body, in the heart, lungs and spleen.
Standing on this snowy field is a girl named Artoria Castor.
The storm surrounding her was the embodiment of malice.
"Now that I think about it, I really don't have any good memories of this Britain."
Jumping into the furnace of space, like a revolving lantern, three memories of winter, autumn and summer flashed through Artoria's mind.
Whether it's in Tintagel, traveling alone, or even on tour with others.
They are all bad memories.
Everyone wants to be saved in their hearts.
But everyone just wants to save themselves.
The Round Table Army was slightly better, but they also had too heavy expectations for her, just like the villagers of Tintagel, so her mood was quite complicated.
To be honest, she never thought she would reach this point.
What she envied most about Morgan was that he had always had a very clear purpose, moving forward resolutely without any confusion, and this had lasted for thousands of years.
Unlike her, she didn’t even have the determination to go on a pilgrimage, nor did she even have a decent consciousness. She just limped along and embarked on this road with everyone’s encouragement, but she was still able to go so far and witness the Fairy Kingdom.
The end of it is really a bit dreamy.
Faced with the endless malice surrounding her, she even wanted to give up on her mission.
However, she still persisted.
Because above her head, there is a star looking at her.
That is a star that has always existed since its birth.
The star told her that she must not lose to this storm that could give her nothing but pain!
Under the guidance of that star, her stubbornness also broke out, and her old habit of not admitting defeat made her stumble all the way to where she is now.
That star should be the reason why I want to save this rotten world.
Even so.
What is that star?
She still can't understand it until this moment.
"If you want to say that your only regret is that you didn't understand the truth about that star until you died, right?"
Artoria said to herself.
Invisible flames burned her whole body.
There was no pain or burning sensation.
But she could indeed feel that something emerged from her body, like turning scrap iron into steel.
That is roughly the concept of the Holy Sword.
"The next step is to make swords."
Artoria closed her eyes.
The concept has been confirmed, and the next step is to finalize the concept.
This furnace will use her body as material to forge the holy sword of this era.
That way, the planet will be saved.
"This is for my dear friends."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's face appeared in her mind.
She is the same kind as her, and she understood this the first moment they met.
The two of them supported each other and got to where they are now.
Therefore, even if the earth in pan-human history actually has nothing to do with her, she still has to forge the holy sword for this only friend!
"Bang!"
But at this moment, a strong force came.
"Hey?!"
Artoria screamed.
Her body was immediately pushed out and fell outside the furnace.
"Oh! This is a little painful!"
The person who appeared in the furnace in her place smacked his tongue, his face turned red by the firelight.
After the forging began, the invisible conceptual fire turned into a real flame.
"Muramasa, what are you doing?!"
Arturia's eyes widened in disbelief.
"I have heard that your mission is only to establish the concept of the holy sword, and does not include the sword-making part!"
Muramasa bared his teeth and his body burned in the flames.
Even the heroic spirit's body, which was still stitched with the gods, was quite overwhelmed by the flames, and there were already a lot of burns on the body.
"So, let this old man show off his power this time! Are you still young? It's a pity to die here. It's nothing. Just think of it as the willfulness of an old man!"
"Muramasa!"
Artoria's eyes turned red instantly.
"I just helped you out of trouble, why do you have to help me to this extent?"
Muramasa only gave her a proud but handsome smile.
If I have to say it, it’s just an old man’s inability to let go of a young man.
Every time he saw her recklessly getting into trouble despite having no ability, he would secretly tighten his heart, fearing that this girl would accidentally die on the spot.
If there were too many things like this, he would no longer be able to just sit back and watch this little girl.
I always feel like there is some kind of bad connection between me and her.
Furthermore, he himself is just a heroic spirit, and he will just return to his seat after he dies.
But Artoria is a living person. She is only 16 years old this year, and there is still a lot of scenery to enjoy.
Wouldn’t it be a pity to die here?
"I will give this sentence to you intact!"
Just, at the same time.
"Pa!"
Someone slapped me.
"Wow!"
Muramasa screamed and was shot away like Artoria.
"I said, can you stop pushing and pushing me around like this?"
Merlin was speechless.
"What else are you saying, do you want to prevent the birth of the Holy Sword, Jiang Li?"
What appeared next to the furnace was a handsome young man reflected in the firelight.
It was his slap that violently sent Muramasa flying away.
Muramasa and Artoria were lying on the ground, looking at him in confusion.
"No, even I would not say such willful words."
Jiang Li laughed disapprovingly.
After all, there are too many things involved in this matter, and it cannot be stopped by just one or two sentences or one or two willful actions.
If the alien god destroyed the earth just because of his own willfulness, then Jiang Li would be no different from the six original fairies.
That's so irresponsible.
"So, why are you doing this?"
Merlin rubbed his chin and looked at him with some surprise and curiosity.
At this time, he couldn't understand Jiang Li's thoughts.
Since you don’t intend to prevent the birth of the Holy Sword, why do you still push Muramasa away?
"I've already said the reason."
Jiang Li showed a proud but handsome smile.
"Muramasa can argue that young people should not die, so I can also do something on the grounds that people who have received a second life should not die, right?"
"For example, this!!"
Jiang Li pulled out his knife.
Hold it with your backhand.
"Tsk!"
In an instant, blood splattered all over the floor!