Piao Tianwen      You are here again, the lingering images,

You have been in my dazed eyes.[]

Should I try to fix you this time?

My heart is still obsessed with those reverie?

You are surging, okay, come with you,

Follow you through the smoke and clouds and fly back around me;

Bearing the spiritual wind that blows your chaotic shadows,

My heart feels the shock of youth again.

——————Goethe's speech on Faust.

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The smell of war remains in the air.

The anxious wind stagnated.

The Knight King with nothing on his hands,

Face death silently.

The girl swept away the anxiety and guilt,

There is only peace on her face,

She is waiting,

The sword that fell,

——This is the cruelest punishment for her and the most anticipated redemption.

The infinite sentimentality turned into tears at the corners of the eyes,

She... is really tired...

A hand that can't even hold a sword,

Hanging down sadly,

Countless thoughts poured into the brain,

The past situation is here to reappear.

The memory that has been recognized as forgotten,

Like the chaotic wind,

It disturbed her quiet heart for many years.

【Everything... is over】

Thinking of this,

The girl showed a sweet smile,

Want to be in the most beautiful posture,

Dead before him...

"Ah, my father and brother...I'm sorry..."

All I can say is apologizing,

The girl who bears everything,

It is now highlighted that he is weak and powerless.

Tears slid from the eyes,

Her beautiful face,

Moisturized by crystal water droplets,

How much I miss the past,

Even if everything turns into dust of history.

"Are you crying, Artoria."

His sword never fell.

It is hard to know what kind of mood it is.

All he knows is,

The girl cried because of him.

"Why are you crying? Is it because of guilt?"

This is the first time...

The girl heard the sound she was looking forward to again.

The tone was extremely gentle, exactly the same as in the past memory.

It seems that the battle just now was a nightmare,

But reality is so beautiful.

No need to endure anything,

Everything is beyond words.

Tears can't stop falling,

Tightly biting the corner of your mouth,

【I saw him again, and he looked embarrassed】

It seemed as if shame sprouted in her heart.

Only feel the pulsation of palpitations,

A strange mood came into my heart.

"Why..."

This meaningless self-question interrupted her shyness.

The plucked heartstrings also return to peace,

The chaotic spiritual wind seemed to have come to an abrupt end and then blew up again,

The clouds once again obscured the moonlight.

The moonlight overlaps the clouds,

On her beautiful face, covered with layers of layers, the light that the moon poured into through the clouds.

"Little, little Artoria, you've worked very hard..."

This was a certain word. At this moment, she thought she had auditory hallucinations!

He did not blame the girl. He affirmed the girl's efforts. His blue eyes were still gentle and pity, and deep apology.

The girl looked at him in shock. This was the first time she read such a lonely expression from this man's face. Such an ominous expression... it shouldn't have appeared on him!

She couldn't accept it! She couldn't forgive her fault because her father and brother had never blamed her before her lifetime...

"Why? Why? Why?!!"

I'm afraid I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, right? She wanted to throw herself into his arms like this and completely separate from her worries and pains, just like the past, but now it is absolutely impossible. The distance between the two cannot be filled overnight, just like a deep groove, which has been separated by centuries...

Even though he was forgiven, the girl still could not forgive herself. Everything she did was like a sharp knife, always stuck in her heart, constantly torturing this fragile heart.

How sad, the girl lost her most beloved person, her most powerful protector, and a gentle embrace... However, the girl did not lose the rise of life, and she embarked on the same path as him.

When the sword in the stone was drawn, the gears of fate had already bitten, and her future was only blood and tears. A powerful Knights of the Round Table were formed, the lost land of the empire, and the powerful Arthurian Dynasty was established. However, all of this turned into chains of sin. In the end of the legend, she killed the true heir of her benefactor... Therefore, the girl's soul always stood on the lonely hill of swords, and the blood of that man remained on her face.

【Why don’t you blame me…】

His gentleness became a curse blade that stabbed her, constantly stabbing her heart and cursing the girl's life. As the Knight King, she was wrong from the beginning. She was not his child, but just an adopted daughter, or her sister...

"Why do you blame yourself so much? Artoria? I know all your efforts, well, even if you destroy everything I create, it is just a necessity for the replacement of old and new. There is no need to blame yourself at all. Little, little Artoria... You have really worked hard!"

"but……"

"Your mistake is not to overthrow my rule, but to lose your own path. This is also your necessity, because I have not been able to teach well, forgive me, an unqualified teacher..."

Is this he apologizing? The girl's heart was inexplicably throbbing, as if all efforts were worth it. After receiving his affirmation, even mistakes could be redeemed. This is the greatest redemption...

"So... can I be forgiven?"

As the most thorough insurance, she asked the last question, of course, his answer was "yes"!

The clouds start to flow again,

The bright moon, once again showing light,
To be continued...