Looking at the back of Arcelia's departure, Ulysses suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.

The last few days have been devoted to investigating the Immortal Mythical Gem, almost like the preparation for every priesthood exam.

Single-mindedness means it's easy to ignore what's going on around you. Ulysses remembered that when he had not come to see him for his second priesthood exam, he would have almost fainted from hunger in his room if it hadn't been for Kanka's visit.

Soon, Arcelia's back was about to disappear from Ulysses' vision. The Apostolic Order is about to leave for the Southern Tribes, and as one of the pillars of the Mission, she has a lot to do.

By the way, it was Artelia! Ulysses finally realized what he had forgotten, and it was none other than Artelia herself.

"Arcelia!" Ulysses, who remembered this, shook his body and moved directly behind Arcelia.

"What's the matter?" Sensing the familiar aura behind her, Arcelia turned lightly, then stared at Ulysses who had hurried over.

In the green eyes, there is a calm look as always, like a wave of clear spring water.

However, in the next moment, this wave of clear spring water rippled violently.

"You, do you still have a sister and a sister? I saw two people who looked very much like you a few days ago......" Thinking of the girl in white and the black swordsman beside her, Ulysses did not think that it was an accidental resemblance.

In particular, the dark swordsman who wielded the magic sword, despite the completely different eye color and armor appearance, could use almost the same sword skills as Arcelia.

That atmospheric and oppressive style, Ulysses will never admit it. Even if he used the Dark Demon Sword, the Dark Swordsman's sword was still dignified, and he didn't feel the slightest darkness.

It was the knight's sword that Arcelia was so proud of, a sword technique born for protection. It's just that she looks a little more mature than Arcelia, like Arcelia is a year or two older.

If these three people are together, I'm afraid everyone will think that they are sisters, and no one will believe them if they say they have nothing to do with each other.

"Sister. Arcelia's eyes were a little complicated, she did have a sister at one time, but that was a taboo in the whole of England.

She and her half-mother, but with the support of many great nobles, she sparked a rebellion that swept across the country, so much so that she had to crush her and her ambitions with the Golden Sword with her own hands.

In order to complete the true reunification of the country, for the hope of the people, the golden holy sword representing hope was stained with the blood of her people more than once.

Like a trial given to her by the heavens, the blood of the red dragon flowed through the ancient kingdom of England, and with the help of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, she finally stepped onto the supreme throne.

Under the throne, countless blood has already flowed.

And the younger sister, her former pillar of mind, the sister of all the Knights of the Round Table, a girl named Arnalia, was burned at the stake by the people of the kingdom in the name of a witch, as if mocking her choices.

It was the eve of the Necromantic Monarch who began to drive an army of tens of millions to advance, and the fear of death was at its peak. In the midst of infinite panic, all those associated with the dark arts were brutally persecuted.

Countless innocent women were burned alive in the name of "witches" just because they wore the wrong clothes or because they were hated by some people, and her sister, who was only researching because she was interested in black magic and had never harmed anyone, also became a victim of the tragedy of the witch trial.

And she, who led the army to fight on the front line of the resistance to the necromantic army, failed to find her sister's body after learning the news that broke her.

It was the people she had sworn to protect, and she could not draw her sword against them, bound by the knight's oath. In the midst of great grief and despair, she met her final battle.

At that time, she actually had a lot of choices, even if she was facing the invincible Death Knights, she had the opportunity to retreat with the golden holy sword, and the girl of the dragon clan in the Knights of the Twelve Round Table even wanted to forcibly take her away more than once and take her to the distant Dragon Island overseas.

She is eligible to be guarded by the dragons, as she has the blood of the red dragon in her body and has fully awakened.

In the end, though, she refused.

In the face of the army of necromancy, which was simply impossible to defeat, her choice was to burn all her life, unleash all the power of the Golden Holy Sword, and fight on the battlefield until the last moment as the king of knights who shines brighter than anyone else.

Millions of undead of all ranks, one-third of the Death Knights, that is the answer she gave in the end, the choice of being the Knight King who guards the people.

It's just that before she died in battle, she also thought about what the ending would be if she didn't pull out this golden holy sword that represented the king of choice, but was just an ordinary knight and lived with her sister.

"Sister, I like you. Those were the words that her lovely sister always had on her lips.

Prepare delicious cakes for her when she comes back from the expedition, make all kinds of strange energy-restoring potions for her to drink when she is exhausted, and stay in the basement for days and nights in order to study a magic, and finally she goes in and carries her out to feed.

Bits and pieces of the past, things that even she thought she should have forgotten have surfaced in Arcelia's heart, making her eyes no longer calm.

Before the war came, in the ancient Stonehenge, the two had an agreement, but which one left this world first, the other must live well.

"My sister is stupid, so don't mess around. At that time, Arnaria seemed to have expected something, and the smile on her face seemed to have a faint sadness.

The weak body, the kind character, the life that should bloom like the flowers in the garden, withered prematurely in the hearts of dark people.

Before she died, she had a wish.

The power of the Golden Sword was used to her limit, and when she saw a certain "door", she made a wish that she should not make as a king.

If everything has a chance to come again, she is no longer a king, and she will definitely use everything she has to atone for her sins. Even if this broken body fell into darkness, the golden holy sword in her hand could no longer emit divine brilliance, and she wanted to protect her most important sister.

Whether that wish had ever been fulfilled was unclear, because when she awakened again, she was already on an overseas island, in front of an apostle from another world.

However, before she was consumed by the darkness of death, she did hear a voice, a voice that seemed to come from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.

"Sister...... "For the first time, Arcelia's hands, which had been steady at all times, trembled slightly, but the sign of uneasiness had only appeared for less than a second.

When she looked up at Ulysses again, Arcelia had returned.

"Once, there were. ”

"Well, ......then," Ulysses felt that there was something wrong with Arcelia now, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"However, it is no longer here, a long time ago, neither sister nor sister. Arnaria looked at the sky, three hundred years had passed, and it was impossible to still be there.

Even this land is no longer the same as the past, and her past has long since disappeared into the river of time like the war.

However, I will not forget that three hundred years ago, there was a girl who always loved to make cakes for her and smile sweetly at her.

"Sorry for making you sad. For the first time, Ulysses saw Arcelia's sad eyes, and it was as sad as the loss of Julia.

The more I miss it, the bigger the scar in my heart becomes, and before I know it, it spreads all over my body, as if I want to devour myself in a dark abyss.

The pain of losing someone important, Ulysses understands better than anyone else, so now the scars in Arcelia's heart, he can also see it.

"Don't feel so guilty, it was a long, long time ago. Now, I'm your knight. ”

"But......" Ulysses felt that the black swordsman was definitely not as simple as resembling Arcelia, and the resemblance was enough to be accidental, but it really didn't make sense that the fighting style and sword skills were the same.

"......" Arcelia stared at Ulysses' face, then reached out her hand and touched the pair of short white ears that Ulysses had hidden by the yellow ribbon of happiness.

Of the entire Apostolic Order, Arcelia was the only one who knew the special secret that Ulysses was trying to hide.

For her, this pair of lovely ears also represents a certain secret between her and Ulysses.

"Uh......" Seeing Arcelia's action, Ulysses's face suddenly turned red, because this ambiguous action represented a secret agreement between her and him.

"Can't be bound by the sorrows of the past, Ulysses. Arcelia stood on tiptoe and whispered in Ulysses' ear.

The silky little hand took Ulysses's palm, and then the fragrant girlish scent came to his face.

By the time Ulysses realized Arcelia's hint, the two had already gone to the lounge in the library together.

"Actually, you don't have to, Arcelia. Even if it wasn't the first time, Ulysses wasn't used to this kind of relationship with Arcelia.

"It's okay, it's not that sad. Arcelia untied the headband of her hair, and her long golden hair fell like a waterfall.

As Aya said, it's not something to endure if you get used to it.

(To be continued)