Crown Dead

"Slower than expected, my lady saint from another world."

Little Joan looked at King Gilgamesh, then turned her head away in a panic:

"Xian Yusang... is this person an exhibitionist? Why is there only a strange scarf on his upper body?"

"Exhibitionist puff hahaha——!!"

Xianyu sprayed out directly.

"This is the clothes that the most prestigious people in Uruk can wear. It's not a scarf at all—! Damn, although I have thought about cultural conflicts, I really didn't expect to stumble in this kind of place."

"Anyway, Mr. Exhibitionist, return Favna to us!"

"Call me another name! The Oldest King, the Collector, Gilgamesh, Uruk the Wise King, just pick one!"

Jin Shanshan is full of veins. Although it is an indisputable fact that she is not as good at pretending to be B after getting rid of the second year, but it is really unexpected to carry a little girl on her back and make her so embarrassed.

"As for the dragon you speak of—her fate is for you to decide."

After all, he is an old village head who has seen many battles, and Gilgamesh quickly adjusted his mentality.

"I decide...?"

"What you have experienced and what I have recorded are all different stories from the beginning to the end. If you choose to stop here, then the young dragon named Favna will be the final villain of the story, and you will be the one who has cured the evil. The exotic saint of the dragon."

"And if you point the finger at me and declare war on the collector king, this history will not be recorded. Even if you defeat me, everything will eventually disappear and nothing will remain."

"Choose something... there is no need to start with it!!"

Little Joan of Arc didn't even finish listening to the King of Collector's conditions. Holding a spear like a banner in both hands, she rushed straight to the King of Collector.

Golden ripples appeared behind the Collecting King, and a long sword flew out of it, piercing straight towards Little Joan of Arc.

sulfuric acid!

The spear and the sword collided. Although it was only a child's body, Joan Alterlily was still a heroic spirit. She flew the long sword and continued to attack the collector king.

"You are going to disappear soon, why do you have to work so hard? Even if you save Favna, it has nothing to do with you. You are just a bubble that was born because of a mistake. Why didn't you choose to dissipate honestly? Instead of doing these meaningless things!"

The ripples behind the King of Collecting turned into two, and double the firepower was poured on Little Joan of Arc, but the little white figure was still waving the spear firmly, approaching the King of Collecting step by step.

"Everything you do now will not even leave a record of existence, no matter what you do, it will not change. Why don't you just wait for the time to come, and then honestly dissipate?"

There were more and more ripples, and the weapons that flew out gradually became denser.Gradually, the little white figure could no longer approach the collector king, but instead stepped back because of these tide-like weapons.

The king of collecting—that is, the king of Gilgamesh—has no frivolity in acting at this moment. He is indeed fighting with real swords and guns to "beat" out the emotions hidden in the deepest part of Joan of Arc.

Due to the continuous swinging and impacting of the palm, the tiger's mouth became a little bleeding, and there were deep and shallow scars on the limbs.

——I can't lose to him here!I'm going to beat the Collector no matter what, because... because...!

"Leave the defense to the Cavaliers."

Xian Yu resisted the step of little Joan of Arc's retreat, because he had taken a little less medicine, and he had already turned back into an adult's body at this time.

Holding the long sword and dagger in his hand, Xian Yu knocked all the weapons that were in the path of Little Joan into the air.

"Ahhh!" "Dangdangdangdangdangdangdang!!"

Little Joan's cry was intertwined with the metallic sound of weapons being knocked into the air.The little figure shouted and ran forward, with only one target, the collector king in front of her "It doesn't matter whether it disappears or leaves no traces—I just, I just want to see her again, at least before disappearing, with [Joan of Arc] ·alter·lily], say goodbye to my friends!"

The Collector fell to the ground, and the tip of Joan's spear hit his neck.

At this moment, little Joan of Arc finally saw herself as an "independent individual" for the first and last time.

"...?"

A strange golden light shone on the face of little Joan of Arc, and the sun finally rose from the end of the sea level.

"This, this is... the sea?"

Little Joan of Arc stared blankly at the blue-gold ocean that was dyed golden yellow and constantly surging.

A salty breeze blew across his cheeks, and unknown birds flitted across the sky.

The waves crashed to the shore with each swell, only to retreat back into the embrace of the ocean in no time.

Like a boundless canvas, like a mirror of the sky, like the end of the world.

"This is the ocean—"

Little Joan of Arc walked to the end of the cliff, knelt and sat on the ground, staring at the ocean that stretched to the other side without moving.

"Yes, this is the ocean..."

——The end of my dream turned out to be such a scene.

Warm liquid flowed out of Little Joan's eyes. At first she choked and tried to suppress it, but in the end she let herself cry to her heart's content.Not because of sadness, but because I finally know what I really want.

——I want to hang out in Paris with Yusang again, I want to stroke the deer with Ellie again, I want to go to the starry sky again, play games with everyone, and... see this ocean.

"I... don't want to disappear... I don't want to become a bubble forgotten by everyone, I don't want to—"

"The master will not disappear."

Little Joan's back was slightly cold, and was hugged tightly by Favna.

"Favna - wow!"