In Wales, outside the Blakmoya cemetery, a young girl in a black cloak and leather boots of the same color sat by the lake in a daze, looking at the small lake in a daze.

The village is relatively remote and in the mountains, and there are regular libraries and traveling merchants who come to the village, so it is not isolated from the rest of the world. She had never left the village, and since her appearance changed nearly eight years ago, she was feared by the villagers, including her own mother.

With no friends in the village, she sat alone by the lake, chatting without a word with the only guy who could be considered a friend.

"Yard, do you think I'm really me? I don't know what I really look like anymore, am I me, am I or she? ”

She is at a sentimental age, and sometimes she falls into the thinking of some unanswered philosophical questions, which is the age of the second year of secondary school, and everyone occasionally fantasizes about what special abilities she has.

And for her, there is no need to fantasize about special abilities, she is a special existence herself.

As a descendant of King Arthur's distant relatives, the girl Grey, since a certain point in time, has been changing day by day, and her body is getting closer to that King Arthur, or Artoria, little by little.

Now in the eyes of everyone in the village, what they see is a girl named Grey, or the famous king, she occasionally thinks.

And the existence she called Yard was the simulacrum of the sealing dress that sealed King Arthur's holy spear, who would have thought that a metal square in a vertical iron cage would have a personality that looked like a broken mouth.

The being who became Yard replied with a smile:

"What, Grey is Grey!"

"Really, Yard always says things that don't work." Grey laughed.

"He's right, Grey just needs to be a good Grey." An unfamiliar voice came from Grey's side, and she turned her head to look at her with a small exclamation, a teenager about her age who didn't know when he was sitting next to her, fishing with a fishing rod in one hand, looking at her with a smile.

"Ahhh......h

"It doesn't seem to be a ghost...... she muttered quietly. As a grave keeper, Grey is very unqualified, because she is afraid of ghosts, ghosts, and feels that the person in front of her is indeed a living person, so she is a little more stable.

"Excuse me, are you, following the caravan? Do you know me? She asked tentatively, the village was not big, everyone knew Grey, and it was clear that the boy was from outside the village.

"It's my rudeness, my name is Roy Undsworth, you can call me Roy, and on the other hand, I'll call you Grey." The boy replied familiarly.

"I've been sitting on this rock fishing, before you came, I don't know why you didn't see me, so you sat next to me." Of course, it's because I used replacement magic to replace the light in front of me and achieve optical invisibility. The teenager added in his mind.

As he spoke, he stepped forward again, put his face in front of Grey, looked at each other, Grey was startled, quickly turned her face away, pulled her hood, and tried to cover her face.

"I'm sorry, please don't look at my face." Grey said with some frustration.

"Because it's not your face, is it? Because you are not 'she' and 'she' is not you. As she spoke, one hand still holding the fishing rod, the other resting on Grey's shoulder, and before she dodged away, she said:

“include！”

A flash of magic flashed, and Gray felt a tingle on her body, and stood up vigilantly and took two steps back, grabbed Yard's cage, and asked:

"Who the hell are you and what have you done?"

Roy did not answer, but took a small mirror from his pocket, threw it to Grey, and said to her:

"Look at what you look like right now."

Grey hurriedly took the small mirror and looked into it, in the mirror, under the hood, the color of the hair exposed, to Grey's surprise, the original gray hair turned black, she was a little unsure, hesitantly took off the hood, and what appeared in the mirror was the face of a girl she had never seen.

"It's not me, it's not me, it's not 'her', it's not 'her'......" whispered Grey, and Yard couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, Grey, this kid doesn't know where he came from, don't look in the mirror!"

As if remembering her current situation, Grey reluctantly put the mirror down, but in a much gentler tone:

"This, um, Roy? What is this? ”

"Magic, displacement magic." Roy explained, "You should know a little bit about the concept of magic, the ability to change reality with magic, the magic mark on your arm is a product of magic, although the mark in your cemetery is very different from ours, but fundamentally speaking, it is magic. ”

That's right, Grey also has a magic mark on her arm, which is essentially the same as the magic mark inherited by the magician family, but it does not carry any magician's desire for the root, it only carries a simple magic trick, and it is only a so-called plug-in that has been passed down and used by generations of grave keepers, and can only serve as a warning when someone approaches some forbidden areas of the cemetery.

"I just used displacement magic to temporarily change your appearance and make you look like 'her'. I am a magician, a person who delves into magic, and you should know how prominent the identity of 'her' is, and it is the existence that people like us are looking for. Roy said, patting the stone beneath him, and motioning for Grey to come over and sit down again.

"It's a pity that I don't know what you're supposed to look like, I can just find a passable appearance and give you a simple look."

Unlike his master Weber, Roy does not have a PTSD for Saber faces, does not fear or dislike Saber faces, and does not disdain to pretend to be nasty in front of Grey, but bluntly states the importance of "Artoria".

"I can recount the mystery of the elven era in modern times, and the treasure of magic - the treasure, and the girl who bears the Arthurian factor...... Grey, you don't realize how precious you are, but other than that, Grey is Grey, and that's right. ”

"Who do you call a cube?" Yade protested.

"Excuse me...... What the hell is this ......" Grey's head was a little swollen and overwhelmed.

"Oh, it's a little dizzy to say so much at once, I'll show you a show."

As he spoke, Roy put away his rod and stopped fishing, and if he looked closely, there was no bait on the hook at the top of the line that he had pulled back from the water.

A dash in the air caused a diamond-shaped block to tumble, engulfing both of them and a magic ritual before Grey could react. onclick="hui"