Xiwen felt that his thoughts were like an explosion at that moment, and he was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it.

He was unwilling to peek into this world, nor was he willing to use his spiritual power enough to cover the universe to lock down the mortals he knew and pay attention to their every move.

Looking at Joan of Arc, who was trembling on the side, and then at Morgan, who seemed to be breezy and calm, Siwen didn't give her a chance to explain and left.

Standing in front of Lily's grave, Siwen smiled wryly, what is this, no wonder he was full of affection for the girl at the first sight of Joan of Arc.

"At the beginning, was this how you felt when you saw Xiao Mo?"

However, no one could answer him, and the only thing that accompanied Xiwen was the whisper of the wind on the high ground.

"She's innocent......

Morgan looked at Siwen gloomily, and she could feel that the former Bedwell was dead.

Since the death of his stupid sister, his identity has been buried with Lily, right?

"I don't want to see you again, get out of here before I kill you. 」

It was the only thing that Siwen wanted to say to her.

Morgan suddenly laughed out loud, and she unscrupulously whispered a word in Xiwen's ear.

Blood filled Morgan's vision, gasping for breath mixed with the sound of blood pouring into his shattered chest.

She knew the man in front of her too well, and there was only one thing that was his bottom line.

Dumb man......

What a deception......

Morgan's green eyes faded. But the smile on his face was clearly visible even in a pool of blood.

Bang Dang!

The sound of a crockpot falling to the ground and shattering.

"A well-made warm French vegetable soup can make people happy. 」

These are one of the few memories that Joan of Arc has from her childhood, but when she enters the room, she sees Morgan dead in front of Syvin.

With trembling hands, he touched Morgan's pale face after blood loss, knelt at Xiwen's feet, and tried to pick up Morgan, but the strength of his whole body seemed to be taken away.

"Ahh

Joan of Arc drew her sword and stabbed at Siwen like crazy.

Xiwen's unceremonious palm was about to fall on her......

Poof......

The sword slashed into the shoulder of the man in front of him. But Siwen's hand stopped.

A woman with the same long blond hair stood in front of Siwen, with her back to Joan of Arc and struck the sword.

It was also she who hugged Xiwen to the death and terminated Xiwen's attack.

"Let's go home, Bedwell. 」

"Does it hurt?"

Wrap Mordret as gently as she can, but the girl in front of her doesn't seem to care.

"I'm sorry. 」

After thinking about it for a long time, Xiwen still said this sentence.

Whatever you may say......

Morgan is the mother of little Mordret, and this is a kinship in the blood that will never change.

And he, killed Morgan.

Mordret rested her head on Siwen's chest, only at this time, Siwen would allow her to be so intimate, right?

"You let her go once, I heard my father talk about it. That was the first time you had disobeyed King Arthur's will. 」

Mordret paused,

"I will go to you because she has come to me to wake me from her slumber, and before she leaves, she tells me that she will fulfill her vows and set foot on British soil again, and will accept death. 」

Syllable.

Pulling Mordret's somewhat dishonest hands out and wrapping her in the quilt, Sivin sat on the edge of Mordret's bed.

"I could feel the breath of that woman. 」

Mordret recalled Joan of Arc with only a brief glance, her long striking blonde hair.

"You're not going to be angry for that superficial reason, what the hell did Morgan do?"

……

What was done?

Siwen hugged Catherine tightly, and the figure disappeared to the top of the tower.

Because as Catherine's soul melted, her body had begun to be unable to withstand the power within.

The golden light enveloped the entire Scottish Highlands in an instant, and it was a power full of majestic magic.

Whether it was the wizards of Hogwarts, or some powerful magical creatures, and even the king of the royal city of Callome, who was in a sealed state, they all felt it.

Mordret in the Hall of the Knights of the Round Table stared in that direction, a power she was all too familiar with, and there was an aura of familiarity in it.

"It turns out that the thing that was stolen was used to ...... ｣

Galahad on the side looked embarrassed and didn't dare to look directly at the king in front of him, after all, it was a disaster caused by their stupid trio, and they lost that thing.

However, who said that at that time, a perfect woman comparable to King Arthur suddenly appeared in the Elven Lake, and they all thought that it was the real Holy Grail incarnation.

Originally, there was no pressure on the power of Western Wen to resurrect an ordinary person, but there was a problem.

That is, when this mortal has a certain relationship with him, the cost of modifying the fate of that mortal is very high.

Looking at Catherine lying on the bed tiredly, breathing evenly, Sivin raised the back of his hand and gently smoothed the hair on her sideburns.

The footsteps paused behind Xiwen, and some deep female voices sounded in his ears.

"Why save her, she's dead, can't that past really end?"

Xiwen shook his head, if there is one biggest difference between him now and him before, it is that with the weakening of his strength, he has a useless thing called human nature.

After all, he was the one who died the most miserable, and this little remnant soul was no match for Love, no match for Sistaro, and not even for Nephilim.

"You've changed a bit. I don't know why, but it doesn't seem bad for us. ”

With a faint scent, the body also sat on the edge of Catherine's bed, leaning against Xiwen.

The familiar blonde hair brushed past Xiwen's ears.

"Sometimes, I wonder if it was me who was sent to the country and not Lily......"

It seemed that the woman also felt that this assumption was meaningless, so she stopped what she was talking about and looked at Sivin and Catherine quietly.

The Romans were also ruthless enough to force Xiwen to make a choice in this way, but at the moment, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

But his weakness never changes, and he is always so easy to relent.

Not...

Catherine seemed to wake up from her slumber, squinting one eye to adjust to the light in the room while looking at the people around her.

"Mr. Swift. ”

The intricate memories began to coalesce, and she pale as she recalled what had happened.

"It's all over, I'm here. Siwen held Catherine's hand, and the warmth of her palm calmed her down.

The purple eyes looked curiously at the woman sitting on the other side of Xiwen, an inexplicable sense of familiarity, a sense of intimacy.

The blonde woman's pale green eyes seem to be soft.

"You can call me, Morgan. ”