The Epic Story of the Heroic Spirit of Emiya Giant Warrior

Therefore, when Weimiya took out the crown, Riviria actually relaxed a little. If the boy had taken out a first-class weapon sword, she would really not have accepted it—the sword forged by Weimiya could fetch a price of over 500 million Valis.

Riviria thought to herself.

Just as she was about to put on the crown, she suddenly paused. Riviria hesitated for a moment, and after a moment of silence, she finally whispered, "Shirou, please help me put it on."

The moment the crown was placed on her head, Riviria's already goddess-like beauty was instantly set off by the crown's brilliance, becoming even more dazzling. Her emerald-like hair intertwined with the sapphires, resembling a true elf goddess descending into the world.

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Chapter 174: The Blessing of the Endpoint.

Riviria fell into a wonderful dream.

The time was winter, and cold snowflakes were falling and fluttering.

The blacksmith was busy by the furnace, hammering the hot iron, sparks flying everywhere, and the surrounding area was filled with the heat of the furnace. Her daily routine was to walk in the mountains, through the snow-covered forest, picking up firewood scattered on the ground.

However, she still felt that the warmth beside the blacksmith was more attractive. The blacksmith had a strong body and a gentle smile, and his flame-like red hair was particularly striking in the light of the fire.

This made her feel a little confused, but in the tranquil atmosphere of the dream, this confusion seemed so insignificant.

Riviria was responsible for hunting, and she was agile and often able to chase prey in the mountains, while the blacksmith tilled the fields, planting the crops they needed for their daily lives.

However, for them, the most important things were still collecting firewood, adding firewood, and blacksmithing.

Every day, Riviria would go to the mountains to pick up the scattered firewood, add new firewood to the furnace, and keep the flames burning. The blacksmith focused on blacksmithing, and the light of the furnace and the blacksmith's sweat became the most common scenes in this small village.

However, a subtle sense of incongruity always lingered in her heart, like a shadow, shrouding this perfect dream.

She had never seen any finished products come out of the furnace, even though the blacksmith swung the hammer in front of the furnace day after day.

It was a sword, a Star Holy Sword that she had seen before.

The blacksmith's figure stood beside the translucent furnace, appearing clearly.

Riviria subconsciously stretched out her hand and injected her magic power into it, adding the most important "firewood" to the furnace.

As the user of the 【Fairy King Crest】, she essentially contributed most of the magic power to forge this Holy Sword. As her magic power merged, the brilliance of the Holy Sword became even more dazzling.

This woman had both the heroic posture of a knight and the majesty of a king.

Under the gaze of the female knight, Riviria felt a strange force surging in her heart.

She gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and stood firmly beside Weimiya. The two of them jointly held the Holy Sword, and the blade instantly burst into a starlight-like brilliance—

"Riviria, you're finally awake… I thought you were angered to death by me."

Hearing this, Riviria's original emotion instantly disappeared without a trace.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Riviria asked softly.

"Seven days."

Ais replied.

"Seven days…"

Riviria recalled the days in the dream, feeling as if hundreds of years had passed.

Goddess Loki thought melancholically: "Alas… a god-made crown. Back then, in the realm of the gods, I begged Hephaestus for so long, but she was unwilling to help me forge a divine artifact…"

Goddess Loki's words made her even more puzzled. Why did she say that she was very lucky, and what exactly was that crown?

"This is… my ability value?"

Riviria asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I updated your ability value while you were asleep. Take a look."

The numbers for the basic ability values did not change, but when she looked at the magic and skill sections, she was stunned.

"Wait… wait, what is this?"

Each of her three spells had an additional "Fourth Tier", but these newly added tiers did not have specific descriptions and were displayed as "??????".

Unreadable.

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Chapter 175: Fourth Tier Magic.

Skill 【Round Of Avalon】

Even the name 【Round Of Avalon】 is not the actual name of the skill itself, but a name given to it by Loki for memory and differentiation.

One thing is certain, it has opened the "Fourth Tier" of Riviria's magic.

As an adventurer, Riviria has the most magic slots—three magic slots. And she can use a unique chanting linking technique to make each magic have three different tiers, which means she has nine magic available. Therefore, Riviria got the title of [Nine Magic Princess].

As for the newly added fourth tier in each magic, when Loki updated her ability value while Riviria was asleep, those tiers were displayed as unreadable.

Loki suggested.

Riviria nodded lightly, indicating her agreement.

Then, the goddess cut her finger and smeared divine blood on Riviria's back. As the divine blood touched her skin, new changes began to appear.

Magic.

【Wis Windheim】 - 【Argon Vesta】

High Victory Sword (Second Tier)

Argon Vesta (Fourth Tier)

Defense Magic Chanting Link.

Veil Breath (Second Tier)

Distant Utopia (Fourth Tier)

Recovery Magic Chanting Link.

Luna Arcs (Second Tier)

Riviria's three magics correspond to attack, defense, and healing, and in the latest ability value update, the fourth tiers of two magics have been revealed, only the fourth tier of the healing magic is still displayed as unreadable.

And the fourth tier of the healing magic is still shrouded in mist, displayed as unreadable.

In fact, 【Wis Windheim】 is no longer applicable on the floor that Riviria and the others have currently reached—around the fiftieth floor.

Riviria uses 【High Victory Sword】 of the second tier more often in the deeper levels of the dungeon.

Loki reminded with a serious face: "Riviria, this 【Argon Vesta】 is not a joke, be careful when using it in the dungeon."

There is no extra description or complex settings, it is purely absolute defense.

Great skill appears artless. As the Goddess of the Forge, Hephaestus had reached a realm where her creations appeared simple and unadorned at first glance.

“If it's just jewelry, then I can accept it. A crown shouldn't have any special significance.”

She lifted the crown and examined it gently. At least from an aesthetic perspective, she genuinely liked the appearance of this crown.

Hearing this, Wei Gong nodded slightly and took the crown from Livilia's hand. His movements were gentle and careful as he slowly placed it on her head.

However, after flashing brilliantly for only a moment, her body suddenly trembled slightly, and her expression abruptly became dazed. Before Wei Gong could react, her body went limp and lost its balance, and she fell directly into his arms.

The scene in her dream was a small village far from the mundane world, nestled deep in the mountains, as peaceful and serene as a paradise. She lived here with a young blacksmith, their lives simple and tranquil.

Although surrounded by snow and ice, she didn't feel cold at all. Instead, she felt a strange sense of comfort when the snowflakes landed on her.

Every time she stood beside the blacksmith, the coldness in her heart seemed to dissipate, and she felt a strange sense of security.

However, even though she felt an immense sense of closeness to the blacksmith in her dream, she could never remember his name.

Livilia and the blacksmith's life was as peaceful and fulfilling as the changing of seasons. The days were almost unchanging, but she didn't find it boring at all. Instead, she felt a unique sense of peace and enjoyment in this monotonous cycle.

Whenever the hunt ended, the blacksmith would busy himself in the kitchen, preparing delicious meals for her. His cooking skills were surprisingly exquisite, and Livilia felt incredibly satisfied every time she tasted the food he made.

The Livilia in the dream vaguely felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say exactly what it was. Their life continued in that peaceful and happy way, year after year, and time seemed to stand still here.

Until one day, Livilia finally realized the truth that made her uneasy—what exactly has the blacksmith been forging all these years?

The moment she realized this, the world in her dream began to change. The furnace gradually became transparent, and she was finally able to see the item being forged within—

Wei Gong Shirou, Livilia finally remembered his name. His scarred body stood in the snow-covered wilderness, his gaze fixed firmly on the holy sword that was about to be completed.

At this moment, a blonde woman with blue eyes, wearing silver-white armor and a cloak, walked slowly through the wind and snow to Livilia's side.

She stood quietly, her eyes as clear as ice but without any coldness, silently watching Livilia. That silent gaze seemed to reach directly into her soul, piercing through her heart.

Livilia slowly opened her eyes, and the scene before her gradually became clear. The first thing she saw was Ais, her eyes filled with tears.

The girl's face was full of worry and anxiety, which made Livilia's heart soften.

Ais said, choking with emotion.

She sighed helplessly. Although Ais's words always gave her a headache, looking at her worried little face, Livilia helplessly chose to forgive her.

“I told you, I'm fine.”

The goddess Loki, who was on the side, broke the atmosphere in the room with a lazy yawn: “Livilia is not only fine, but she also had a stroke of good luck.”

Livilia's mind was in chaos. She recalled the scene before she fainted, her heart full of doubts—why did she faint, and why had she slept for a full seven days?

Livilia looked at Loki, her heart full of questions, but the goddess Loki didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer, but instead handed her a piece of rough paper.

Livilia lowered her head and began to carefully check her ability values. For her, it had only been seven days since the last ability value update, so she thought there wouldn't be any major changes.

Her voice held a hint of shock.

However, what surprised her even more was her skill section—in addition to her original skills, a new skill that she had never seen before had been added.

Skill [Round Of Avalon]

Unable to decipher.

This skill, whether in terms of specific description or actual effect, was shrouded in a layer of mystery, and even the goddess Loki could not read any information from it.

However, although the [Round Of Avalon] skill itself could not be deciphered, Livilia and the others still deduced some of the effects of this skill from changes in other ability values, especially the “Magic” section.

However, now, this title was clearly no longer sufficient to describe her abilities.

Under the effect of [Round Of Avalon], each of her spells gained a new tier, increasing the number of spells she could use from nine to twelve.

Now that she had awakened, these spells might have undergone new changes.

“Update the ability values again to see if there are any new discoveries.”

Loki acted quickly, first asking little Ais out of the room—although Ais and Livilia had a close relationship, it was a rule of the Familia not to pry into a companion's ability values.

(Omitted above)

Attack Magic Chanting Link.

Raging Fimbulwinter (First Tier)

Weiss Windheim (Third Tier)

[Dimension Severance] - [Secluded Homeland]

Entrusted Fate Dream (First Tier)

Dimension Severance (Third Tier)

[Holy Azure]

Fiel Erdes (First Tier)

Holy Azure (Third Tier) ? ? ? ? ? ? (Fourth Tier)

Attack Magic — [Weiss Windheim], its fourth tier is named [Gleaming Lance of Finality]

Defense Magic — [Dimension Severance], its fourth tier is named [Secluded Homeland]

[Gleaming Lance of Finality] is a wide-area annihilation magic with immense power. According to Livilia's rule that the power of attack magic increases with each tier, the power of this magic should be far greater than [Weiss Windheim].

Because the power of [Weiss Windheim] is too great, it is easy to collapse the structure of the floor when clearing monsters.

Livilia nodded gently in response: “I know, Loki.”

And the fourth tier of defensive magic—[Secluded Homeland], the effect of this magic is simple and crude: absolute defense.