The world is restarting

Sawada Ya turned her head and rubbed Arthur's fingertips like a kitten.

Heroic Spirit was woken up by his own little master, and he lost his mind from the memories. The young man looked at the little girl who was holding the book and blinking at him with big eyes, and laughed dumbly, "These things are too heavy, master should not hear it. Let's talk about something lighter...why did Master suddenly want to take me out today?"

Little Loli tilted her head obediently, "Huh?"

"Although you said you wanted to come out to play, that's not the case." Yingling was not confused by her cuteness, and smiled gently, "Master wants me to see the current Britain, so I always pull Did you follow me out?"

"..." Sawada Ya seriously thought about whether to admit it or continue to play dumb.

"Thank you, master."

Before she could figure out why, Arthur put a little force on her shoulder, and the heroic spirit leaned forward, leaning over gently with the contradictory atmosphere of the outdoor ice, snow and sunlight, wrapping the little girl up completely.

"Anyway," she heard Arthur say softly, "I'm very grateful for this anticipation and tenderness that allows me to move forward."

Yingling's voice was gentle and pure like the soft sunlight. She could hear the steady heartbeat under Arthur's chest leaning against her ear, and she could also feel the gentle and grateful feelings from Yingling's body like a stream of sunshine.

But at the same time, she also felt the stubborn ice under the flowing brook, which was the stubbornness of a man named Arthur Pendragon for thousands of years.

She heard the unspoken "but".

[You're right, I never thought I was a hero. 】

Sawada Ya suddenly jumped forward, wrapping her small arms around Yingling's neck and hugging him.

"But Arthur didn't think so, did he?" she said sullenly.

A long sigh fell in her ear, and Heroic Ling's hand fell on her shoulder and patted her back comfortingly, "Well, I don't think so."

"Master, that Queen Mary I actually said something right, I know you heard it too."

"The time of the heroic spirits has stopped. There is no way for us to move forward. Even if we are regarded as heroes in our lifetime, we will be left in the past and this will not change."

His voice fell, and there was a long silence.

Sure enough, he would still make the master angry today.

Arthur was very helpless, and began to seriously think about how to coax him well this time... This is more difficult than the upcoming decisive battle.

"...That's not the case." A kitten-like whimper sounded slowly in his ears.

Heroic Spirit was slightly taken aback, "Master?"

"I said, it's not like this."

Little Lolita suddenly took a step back and raised her head in his arms.

"The death of ** is not the end of everything. Arthur's spirit still continues in time. Isn't the best evidence the existence of Arthur now?"

"The one who saved me and everyone, the one who responded to my wishes, and the one who promised to help me end this game are all the current Arthur."

"If you're all left behind in the past, as Arthur said, then

How did Arthur and I, who live now, meet? "

"The one who helped me is the current Arthur. For me, Arthur is my hero, not because of the legends in the past, but because you have appeared here now and reached out to me."

"Seimei said that people are always limited by what they see. Arthur feels that he is always wandering in the past because you never set your sights on the present."

She stretched out her hand to hold Yingling's fingertips, and looked into his pupils almost stubbornly, "I'm standing here, look at me.

Footsteps came from behind the bookshelf.

Whether it was the Heroic Spirit or his little Master, they recovered from the strange and quiet atmosphere at the same time. When they turned their heads and looked over, they found that the old gentleman in the bookstore had walked over from behind the counter at some point.

He held a book in his hand that he had just finished reading and was about to put it back in its original place. His sharp eyes poked out from behind the glasses.

"Ahem...Even if you rely on your good looks, you can't just hurt a girl's heart casually." Looking down at the little loli who is not taller than the third shelf, the old gentleman said solemnly, "You can't even do little girls. "

King Arthur couldn't laugh or cry, and admitted his mistake honestly, "Yes, you are right."

Seeing his frankness, the old man with personality who had just sprayed King Arthur finally nodded in satisfaction, and walked back behind the counter with the book he had just drawn out with a "teachable" expression.

Sawada Lolita and her servants looked at each other, and when the other party looked down at her, they showed a good and innocent smile.

The topic just now was interrupted, and little loli didn't continue.She held the "Traces and Monuments" and took Arthur's hand, and the heroic spirit led her to the desk knowingly.

The image of Mary I's "Bloody Mary" was first created by this book. Hiroki had shown her the information about Mary I in the later generations when she was in the church. It is actually just a whim that she suddenly came to find this book now.

Just came across a bookstore, similar to "Everything is coming"?

It's not because he cares about other spirits more than Arthur!

"Yes, it is my fault, so master, can you let this problem go?"

The blond-haired young man opened the seat, led the little girl to sit down at the table, and sat down opposite her, looking at him with gentle but helpless eyes like blue lakes.

"Well... for Arthur's good looks, it's okay."

That's it.

Rubbing his cheek lightly with his fingers, Heroic Ling looked thoughtfully at the little loli who readily agreed.

That is to say, how many times can you still tease?

Ya Sawada, who didn't know that her heroic spirit was hacked again, opened the book and turned to the part related to Mary I, and began to be serious.

To be honest, it is not appropriate to read this book if you want to know the life of Mary I, because the author of this book, John Fox, is a Protestant himself, a Protestant escapee in the era of Mary I.It is conceivable how he will spare no effort to blacken the tyrant who forced him to flee in this book. The image of "Bloody Mary" was first created by him.

Given that the author himself is the victim of Mary I’s high-pressure policy against Protestants, others seem to have nothing to say about his behavior—but once again, it makes people feel that a writer is a terrible profession. No wonder he can become a heroic spirit after death .

"Why does master suddenly want to know about Mary I?" Yingling poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over.

Sawada Ya took the teacup and held it in her hand, thinking for a while, "Because the last time I met at Westminster Abbey, Avenger turned into a demon."

The huge demon wings spread out behind her, representing the rising aura of power, and the queen herself was surrounded by black flames, looking extremely powerful.

"...But I always feel that she is going to cry."

The sadness like a landslide and tsunami collapsed towards her. Although it faded with the opening of the follow-up battle, there was a trace of the tide that rushed to the coast.

"As an enemy, I will not pity her, but as a passer-by in her England, I can at least face her squarely."

Face up to the Mary I in history, Her Majesty the Queen who was caught in the struggle between monarchy and theocracy. Although she missed many things, she also brought good changes to the future of England.

Little Lolita thought for a while, then "snapped" the book in her hand and threw it aside, "So you really shouldn't read this."

She began to think about whether she should go back to Hiroki for help, because later papers on Mary I were more fair than this book specially written to slander her.

"master."

"Ok?"

"About the gate of hell, master, do you already have a solution?"

"??"

Ze Tianya's mind got stuck in the middle of the turn, and she raised her head in confusion, with a blank expression on her face, "How did the topic jump here?"

"If you hadn't already grasped these issues, Master, you wouldn't be in the mood to drag me out to hang out before the battle, and pay attention to understand the deeds of the opponent's servants."

The blond heroic spirit looked down at her calmly, and asked in a tone that had seen everything at some point, "Besides the Holy Grail, you have alternative plans, right?"

Little Lori, who inexplicably felt the pressure around her servants increased, thought about the consequences of denying for a second, and nodded obediently.

"What's the price?"

Sawada Ya: "?!"

"If there is no price, you will definitely use it on the spot when the gate of hell appears."

Gazing deeply at the opposite side, Heroic Spirit's eyes fell on his little master.The fresh snow outside the window came back bright and clear, illuminating her side face facing the window.Half of her small face was buried in the soft scarf, and her light-colored pupils reflected the firelight in the house, like the sky full of sunset glow.Her fingertips protruding from the cuff of her coat rested on the book "Traces and Monuments", and her wrist wrapped in petal-like lace was not as thick as the spine of the book.

His little master looked petite and weak. If she was placed outside in the snow and ice, she might be swallowed by this cold world in a short time, just like the little match girl who died on the street corner.

But the sea-like magical power in his body told him that was not the case. His master was very strong, and he was still not blushing or out of breath even after he released the treasure twice in a row. The magic pool was bottomless.However, this god-like power was stuffed into her ungrown body, which made her very fragile now.

He couldn't stop worrying about the child, whether it was because of the servant's responsibility to protect the Master, or because of the feelings that weighed heavily on his heart now.

"Master, tell me, what is the price?" Heroic Spirit said softly, as if gently holding up a dewdrop on a flower petal, as if afraid of scaring her.

What is the price...

Little Lolita thought about it silently, and then sighed.

She glanced at her followers with a look of "I can't hide anything from you", and whispered, "There is indeed a way, and it's not as serious as Arthur you think."

However, Heroic Spirit is not so easy to be bypassed, and still asks with a gentle smile, "So what is it?"

Sawada Ya: "..."

Sawada Ya, who couldn't get around it, gave the answer obediently, "It's the way of ghosts."

Binding Dao 99, the finale——Swastika Taifeng.

A forbidden technique that can seal even gods at the cost of the user's life.

Heroic Spirit's fingertips resting on the table trembled violently.

"This is the price for other people. If I use it, it won't be so serious." Seemingly knowing that what she said was a bit scary, the little Lolita explained seriously, and then showed a very cute smile, "And isn't there the Holy Grail? It's just in case, it may not be used."