Valhalla's Seat.

Legend has it that a hero with great feats made a contract with the world consciousness itself after his death, and then ascended into a heroic spirit, and the place where he exists.

After each hero signed a contract with Gaia to become a Heroic Spirit, the Throne of the Valhalla that existed was different, and it was basically the last place where the heroes existed during their lifetime, which was the appearance of the Throne of the Immortal.

There was no one else, no one to speak to, not even someone to see, just lonely Heroic Spirits, suffering from eternal life.

This may be the price to pay to be able to transcend time and space.

The so-called Valhalla, in the final analysis, is only a conceptual thing, just like the world consciousness 'Gaia', a conceptual existence, not an object that actually exists in the world.

The best way to put it this is that Valhalla is a concept that exists outside of the world's timeline and holds the souls of many heroes, or rather the spirits of heroes.

The easiest way to judge whether he can become a heroic spirit is whether his name is circulated in the world, as long as he is a hero who is well known and revered by people in the world, he will generally be regarded by Gaia and sign a contract with him, and his name will be engraved on the throne of the Immortal.

The human imagination is extraordinary, and the power it can exert may be beyond the boundaries that human beings can never imagine and dare not imagine.

It can be said that as long as there is enough faith and cognition, as long as there are enough existences in human fantasies, even heroes who only exist in fantasy or fiction can make Gaia admit to exist in the 'Valhalla'.

Perhaps this is the hidden power of human beings, the miracle of imagination and wisdom unique to primates.

And the Valhalla Throne and the Heroic Spirits that exist above it may be fundamentally a wonder of the world.

Miracles that exist in different spaces, in different time periods, and that exist only in history.

That's the charm of Valhalla's Throne.

Originally, the human body has been separated from the human realm, and has been elevated to the belonging of the elves with inhuman divine power, and the place where those supernormal primates gather, from the throne of suppressed divine power, the result of the dreams of countless people, this is the Throne of Valhalla and the Heroic Spirits that exist in it

Artoria is not a Heroic Spirit, or indeed not a complete Immortal, for the simple reason that she is not dead.

As the price of 'Gaia' for helping Elquit's fantasy materialize 'Avalon', Artoria and Gaia also signed a contract.

Heroic Spirits signed a contract with Gaia to become official Heroic Spirits after their deaths, but Artoria made a pact with Gaia while the pendulum clock of life was still turning.

Incarnate as a Heroic Spirit, travel through various planes in search of the Holy Grail, and when you get the Holy Grail, it is time to make a contract with Gaia, and Gaia will abide by the agreement at that time to help Elquette manifest 'Avalon', and Artoria can also be liberated from it.

Until then, Artoria's soul, or Linggo, will remain in the plane where Gaia is imprisoned until she is summoned or agreed to receive the Holy Grail, otherwise it will be an endless path, always circulating in place, never to be liberated.

But ** survived his last breath with the help of Gaia, and was brought back to the Millennium City by Elquet, waiting for the awakening when the contract was completed.

Facing the same scene, facing the scene of mountains of corpses, let her be ** forever in the agony of suffering.

"Is this Gaia's punishment, the cruel punishment for my failure to keep my promise to her?"

It was a blood-colored sky, and it was also a blood-colored earth.

The corpses that fell to the ground were those who once believed in a young girl and embraced her as king, and jointly offered her a triumphant song.

They were divided into two factions because of the traitor's provocation, and they saw each other as enemies, killed each other, and then fell together on the land.

King Arthur's final place, at the foot of the Hill of Gladiolus.

Aking from a dream in another time and space, Artoria knelt decadently on the blood-stained hills, staring blankly at the desolate battlefield.

With a thick bitterness at the corner of her mouth, Artoria stood on top of the corpses piled up high, looking into the distance, the rising sun was forever frozen at this moment, but the not dazzling sunlight made Artoria feel the slightest warmth, with a cold heart.

"Is this a punishment for the king who did not protect this country well?"

I wanted to forget all this, and fell into a deep sleep quietly, I wanted to stop paying attention to everything in this world, to find the distant figure in the dream.

Originally decided not to return here, originally thinking that she would never see this scene again, Artoria still stood on this land, on this blood-stained land.

But this is only the beginning, because the fate of the girl named Artoria is not over, it is only a beginning in the dark fate.

And the contract with Gaia will only be fulfilled if the Holy Grail is obtained, which means that if Artoria does not get the Holy Grail, the time of this plane will stand still forever, forever, and even death cannot be done.

She had to get the Holy Grail on another plane for the cycle to truly end.

"It's almost time. ”

Artoria muttered unconsciously, I don't know how much time has passed since I came to this still place, maybe in this kind of space where even time is still, calculating time is simply too stupid to be stupid.

She slowly looked around.

On the hill of death, she still maintained her last movements.

With a calm to terrifying look on his face, he did not let anyone see his feelings, the hand armor was stained with the blood of the enemy, and the holy sword in his hand pierced the heart of his own child.

As a traitor, the tragic son of Mordred, who has inherited his own blood.

Because of the love-hate entanglement, she lost everything, and the picture was frozen in the scene where Artoria killed her own child with her own hands, that moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't ask you to forgive me, but I still have to say I'm sorry. ”

Gently caressing Mordred's cheek, which was very similar to her own, Artoria couldn't help but whimper.

There is no one here, and there is no need to worry about being seen, and there is no need to maintain the king's mask, so in that case, it doesn't matter if you are a little weaker.

In this time and space that binds Artoria, who has lost time, she quietly awaits her fate.