Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

Hotaru...

It was repaired in a way that Mikazuki Zongjin hadn't expected beforehand.

This is probably the loss of "amnesia".

Looking back and seeing the fireflies flying all over the sky, and seeing the fireflies persistently circling around the handle of the knife, Sankai Yuezong was stunned for a moment, and a slight change appeared in his eyes.

Hotaru, Hotaru—he seems to have gotten inspiration from the name and the performance of the fireflies.

All the broken blades that (Artorius) had worked so hard to collect in the past six months were taken out, and Mikazuki Zongjin spread them on the ground where there were no shadows of flowers, and put them together with the handle of the knife.

For now, although it has a rough shape, the shattered knife is still broken, and the cracks are still terrible.

Sanri Yuezong squatted down next to Broken Knife. He did this gesture that ruined his elegant image, but he was not stupid at all. On the contrary, because of his concentrated expression, he showed a contrasting cuteness.

He put his hands on his knees and stared at Hotaru Broken solemnly.

Sure enough, it was Hotaru, not him, who attracted the fireflies.

Seemingly aware of the opportunity, the eyeballs around him suddenly regained energy, joyfully swarming towards Broken Knife.

They are so small, so light, yet they converge into a small river of light, enveloping the gloomy fluorescent balls in it.

Mikazuki Zongjin's eyes lit up.

At this time, the brilliance that appeared in the dark blue pupils was not just the fireflies printed and dyed on the outside.

He couldn't help but frowned, and until now, he laughed out loud without any shadow in his heart: "So that's it, Hotaru—it seems that I don't need to do anything extra."

Having also witnessed all this, Merlin's mouth twitched, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he should be surprised or should be speechless: "...Oh, it's this kind of self-healing method. What I did back then, is it really superfluous!"

The mood is really indescribable.

Merlin recalled the difficult experience he had when he managed to put Yingwan together - the self-healing feature of the knife was naturally discovered long ago, but he never thought that Yingwan didn't need him to fix it at all.

Even if it is repaired, it will be destroyed.

This……

Your Excellency the Magician of Flowers, who feels that no one (liang) cares (xin), actually feels a little pain in his heart.

Uh, whether the pain is conscience or not is still open to debate.

"..."

Frowning for a while, Merlin also decided not to speak.

Broken Knife has been completely covered by fluorescent light, and a huge life force is born spontaneously, but it will take a long time to completely restore Yingwan.

The waiting time was a bit long, but during this period, neither Mikazuki Zongjin nor the magician left.

They waited for about the same time as the outside day and night before the fireflies flew up little by little and disappeared into the depths of the flowers that could not be easily found by the naked eye.

The sunlight finally broke through the barrier and fell straight down, as if casting a light radiance on the dark soil.

The more dazzling brilliance fell on the knife that was as bright as snow.

The undamaged Yingwan lay quietly on the ground where there was only a piece of small fragments, and the knotted red tassels were tightly attached to the black handle, like a gorgeous flower dotted in the soil.

"It's really fixed."

The magician was feeling mixed feelings when he saw the blue-haired young man who had been squatting for so long finally moved: he stretched out his hand, picked up Yingwan, and...

What else did this guy say?

The voice was very soft, but Merlin could still distinguish it afterwards.

What Mikazuki Zongjin said was——

"Welcome back."

He is a person, what is thinking in his heart, most of the time he can't see it.

It seems that he has always been smiling, and he takes things calmly when he encounters many things-in other words, he doesn't care about many things at all.

What is hidden by the appearance is an extremely willful heart, in other words, he is a very willful knife, but people who see him are generally confused by his appearance at first.

Merlin had already personally experienced this guy's self-willedness and indifference from his bones, and it was precisely because of this that he was so surprised at the "care" that Sanri Yuezong showed at this time.

A wayward knife, especially cares about his companions.

This may be the most obvious difference between them who are similar but not similar.

Merlin could feel it indirectly, but couldn't understand such companionship.

"thank you very much for your help."

Merlin: "?"

He was having some doubts about whether this sentence of thanks was meant to him, when he saw Sanri Yue Zongjin who had stood up and turned to face him, the expression in his eyes, as expected, was full of smiles.

Sanriyue Zongjin (reaching out to Meilin): "Then, huh?"

Merlin: "What else?"

Sanri Yue Zongjin just didn't take back his hand: "What do you think?"

Merlin looked at him: "..."

Sanri Yue Zongjin: "Sheath."

Merlin: "...tsk."

After a brief silent confrontation, the flower magician failed to play a prank, and threw the scabbard that he had secretly hidden to Mikazuki Zongjin in annoyance.

Mikazuki Zong came close to catching him, only to hear a crisp bang, and the movement of putting the fully restored long knife back into its sheath was swift and handsome.If this scene is seen by the ladies outside, I am afraid that something terrible will happen on the spot.

The hurt (?) magician felt a little unhappy again, although he didn't show it on his face: "Okay, your companion has been found. Then?"

"What else?" Sanri Yue Zongjin asked him back, using what Merlin had said.

"You have found your companion, you have fulfilled your wish, shouldn't you be leaving."

Merlin's tone seemed natural, because their "deal" should have been like this.

Sanri Yuezong found Yingwan as he wished, and logically speaking, he should leave...

--But.

"Hahaha~ I'm sorry, although you don't want to see me, Merlin, I have no plans to leave right now."

"What?!"

Sanri Yuezong said righteously: "The agreement between me and Al has not been completed. Since I promised him that I will be his sword until he retrieves his Caliburn, then of course we can't leave now."

"Are you serious about what you said?" For some reason, Merlin's astonishment was more obvious than before: "Don't you know that Caliburn—"

The voice behind him suddenly stopped.

A shadow that should not exist in the paradise flashed in the purple eyes of the magician, and for a brief moment when they met the eyes of the blue-haired young man, both of them hid the information they knew well.

Forget it, then pretend you didn't say anything.

The old foxes acquiesced that nothing happened just now.

"Let's go, it's time to go. The matter is over, and Arthur is still waiting outside."

Artorius did not enter Avalon with them, and Merlin did not tell him what happened more than ten years ago.

"Well, let's go."

Before boarding the small canoe that was about to break through the fog barrier to the outside world, Mikazuki Zongjin, who was carrying a long knife, turned his head back once more.

In the distance, the sea of ​​flowers becomes the epitome of swaying, like colorful petals quietly falling in the dark blue pool.

The girl buried by the sea of ​​flowers is buried here.

However, this is an early rest, not an end.

Her bust, another "Arthur" story continues.

In the seemingly distant future, they will meet again here.

*****

Artorius, who was ruthlessly thrown out by his teacher and grandfather, finally saw the boat gliding slowly from the depths of the forest swamp in the morning of the second day when the sun rose again.

He stood alone on the small shore that was not swallowed by the swamp, and greeted his companions whom he hadn't seen for two days. His attitude was as good as ever, and he didn't complain at all.

"Good morning, teacher. Good morning, grandpa."

Greetings are over.

Then... At a glance at the stranger who was not within the range of greeting, Artorius was stunned for a moment.

That narrow canoe carried a total of three people.

The extra person was a white-haired young man whose height only reached his waist and looked much younger than him.

It was a strange dress that was incompatible with England, and the trousers were so short that they were halfway to the knee.

Artorius carefully looked at the little boy - the curled hair ends on both sides, no, the focus is off.

He was distracted for a moment uncontrollably, because it was so strange.

He should have never seen this strange young boy with white hair and green eyes before, but what is the sense of familiarity filling his heart at this moment?

It was as if they had met each other many years ago—or, there was more contact.

at the swaddling edge.

By the cradle.

By the side of "myself" who is staggering and learning to walk.

what else?

Artorius blinked his eyes, and found that his eye sockets were slightly moist.

More feelings of being out of control emerged.

The white-haired boy jumped off the boat gracefully, strode forward, and stepped in front of Artorius.

He was also looking at him, because Artoris was much taller than him, so he could only try to look up.

Artorius noticed it, and quickly squatted down.He felt that this young man had the right to let him do this when they met for the first time.

"you--"

"you--"

The voices of the two overlapped, and Artolis paused for a moment, intending to politely let the boy speak first.

As a result, the white-haired boy blinked slowly, and the doubts floating in his green eyes were no less than those of Artorius.

He continued.

What he said was-

"Why, it's not a girl anymore?"

Artorius (dumbfounded) whose face was slapped by two paws: "...Huh?"

The most ignorant thing is not what the boy said, but the lines of Teacher Mei Lin who followed up immediately:

"Cough-cough cough, it's my fault. I misread it at the beginning, the wife gave birth to a boy instead of a girl. Hahaha, hahahaha, Artoria has grown up, but look, he looks different Has it not changed at all?"

Artorius: "Artoria is..."

"Yeah, looking at it this way, it still looks like a girl."

"Wait? Grandpa? Teacher?"

Both the grandfather and the teacher gave him a look that must be understood.

——Sorry, Al/Arthur, I have wronged you in a short time.

——From now on, you... will be called Artoria!