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The melodious bell resounded throughout the early morning of the royal capital of Rita, and countless people stood on both sides of the long street, warmly welcoming the return of their princess.

Walking on the road of people's welcome, Artoria looked up at the city in front of her, at the countless white doves flying in the sky, knowing that she would never forget the bell in this life.

They are only sounded on the occasion of state ceremonies, such as royal weddings, the birth of the crown prince, the funeral of the first king, etc., all of which record the history of a dynasty. But today, they rang in celebration because she, Artoria Pandaragon, the princess of Britain, had returned.

As she walked up the avenue to the royal capital, the people greeted their beloved princess with cheers and applause. She accepted it as she deserved, but looking at the enthusiastic people, her gaze was gloomy and heavy.

Behind her, the soldiers who accompanied her covered their faces under their cloaks and were as silent as she was. The people frantically celebrated the triumph of the army, seemingly unconcerned about their indifference. The huge drawbridge was lowered, and Artoria strode in. There were also cheering crowds, but not commoners, but diplomatic envoys, minor nobles and dignitaries of elves, dwarves, and gnomes.

Not only did they stand in the courtyard, but they also stood on the viewing platform on a high place. Pink, snow-white, and crimson rose petals rain down on the triumphant heroes. Artoria once imagined that when she was crowned king, she would also bathe in these beautiful petals and step by step to the royal court to rule in place of her father.

Father...... The word pierced her heart, and she stretched out her gloved hand to catch a red petal, rubbing it gently with her thumb, and for a moment she was full of thoughts. The petals faded in her palm, dried and withered, and soon turned brown. Artoria frowned, wordlessly throwing away the dead petals. Keep walking.

Pushing open the door, Artoria strode forward into the throne room, which he knew all too well. She glanced quickly at King Uther and smiled at her father under the cloak. She held the Wind Fantasy in front of her and knelt on one knee, the tip of her sword touching the etched stamp on the stone floor.

"Ah, my child, Artoria, I'm glad to see you come home safely. King Uther staggered up as he spoke.

The old king looked a little out of shape, and seemed to be much older. But Artoria knew what was going on, and she quietly felt the evil aura that swirled in the air. Feeling the evil power that had unconsciously controlled the entire royal capital, the hand holding the sword clenched.

I'm not going to fail again, never again. The people of Buldian will be freed from their misery, and the wicked will eventually be punished, and everything will be fine.

And the father ...... You don't have to sacrifice for your people, you don't have to bear the weight of this crown anymore, I will take care of it and live up to your name.

Artoria gritted her teeth and jerked to her feet. The armor clanged with the movement. She lifted a hand from the hood that covered her face, watching her father's reaction, and King Uther's eyes widened as Artoria had expected. A look of surprise was revealed.

Her wheat-golden hair was now bone-white, and Artoria knew that her face was just as pale and bloodless. In the originally beautiful cyan eyes, there was no longer the slightest hope and enthusiasm. All that remains is endless despair and coldness.

King Uther took two steps back in horror and fell to the throne, "Ah...... Artoria? You...... What's wrong with you?"

Artoria looked sadly at her father, who was controlled by the evil god, and lowered her eyes.

"I crawled out of hell. ”

She bit her lip and said softly.

With her sword in hand, Artoria strode over to her father, who was slumped on the throne and dumbfounded. Seeing this scene, several guards in the main hall immediately rushed up with shouts, and the power of the evil gods strengthened them, allowing them to exert a power far beyond that of mortals.

But in front of her, Wind Fantasy, and the two Knights of the Round Table, they were no match. Artoria's gaze didn't even drift in the slightest, and she strode across the carpeted steps, grabbed her father, and handed the guards to Lancelot and Gawain.

She believed that the two Death Knights who had been blessed would live up to her promise—and the two Death Knights did. Faced with guards who were much outnumbered of them, the two Death Knights easily killed them.

Artoria raised her sword, and the runes of the Wind Fantasy shone coldly. She heard a voice, not from Frost Sorrow, but from a memory of her own. It was the voice of a little blonde girl, and the innocence and sparkle in that voice sounded as far away as if it had been in a lifetime......

"Father, I will be the most competent king, and I, Artoria Pendragon, will protect everyone, and when that time comes, you will be able to retire in peace, and I will make you the happiest father in the world." ”

Artoria shook her head, banishing the voice from her head. She raised her head, her eyes coldly grasping at her father, and stabbed the sharp blade into King Uther's old chest.

In the splattering blood, the old king grabbed his daughter's hand in pain and struggled to roll on the ground.

"This ...... What's going on?"

The same cyan eyes as Artoria were full of horror and disbelief. He struggled, blood gushing madly out of his chest, and reached out to his daughter in pain, trying to save something.

"You...... Wang'er, what are you doing?!"

Artoria slowly crouched down, and the Wind Fantasy lifted high and fell.

Poof――

A human head tumbled down the steps.

"Succession...... Father. ”

Artoria then let her loyal new subjects roam freely. With her great power, it was a piece of cake to take out the guards who rushed up, even if those guards were strengthened by the power of the evil gods, they were still vulnerable in front of her.

Leading Lancelot and Gawain, Artoria coldly fought back into the courtyard outside.

It's crazy.

The revelry turned into madness, and the celebration turned into flight. There were few survivors, those who had waited in line for hours to welcome the princess back, most of them were now dead on the spot, blood had clotted from the terrible wounds, and severed limbs were scattered all over the ground. No distinction between high and low, no distinction between men and women. Regardless of the age or age, they are all terribly equal in the face of death.

Artoria didn't care what happened to the corpses, whether they were for the ravens or her new subjects. These people, who have been manipulated by the evil gods, have long ceased to be the people of Britain, but have become evil servants, and they cannot make her have the slightest mercy.

She turned around and left the qiē matter to the Death Knights. Lancelot, Gawain, Geraint, ...... Her most loyal of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table stood neatly before the court, as pale as Artoria, but even more ruthless than she was.

And Artoria strode along the path she had come. There is only one goal in mind.

When she had cleaned up all the corpses in the courtyard, she suddenly ran wildly. Now no horse can carry her, and the animals are afraid of her and the breath of the legion of the dead. But she found that she was not tired at all, and as long as the fantasy of the wind was still in her hands and the power of the Lord of Death was still flowing in her body, she was the most powerful creature in the world.

As she ran, the streets of the royal city quickly retreated behind her. The wind whistled in her ears, and a voice echoed in her head, a fragment of memory.

"My daughter. On the day you were born, the forests of Treton whispered your name—Artoria. ”

"My child, I am proud and proud to watch you grow day by day and become the embodiment of justice. But remember. We have always ruled our kingdom with wisdom and strength. ”

"I also know that you will use your great power when you are cautious. ”

"But the real victory is the power that motivates the people to move forward. ”

"One day, my life will come to an end. ”

"And you. will be crowned king!"

The father's soft whisper seemed to ring in his ears. Then the voice turned, and it turned into some other chaotic and disordered memory.

"I warned you. Child. Don't read too late, even if you really crave more knowledge to govern the country, there is always plenty of time ahead, and you don't need to work yourself so hard. ”

"I also think that Lord Merlin is a little unfounded. In fact, I don't think there is anyone in this world who can resist the charm of Your Highness the Princess. ”

"Good eyesight, Your Highness Princess, you will definitely be able to become a qualified warrior. ”

"The general had already been waiting in the hall ten minutes ago, saying that he needed to discuss with you about Nanhai Town. ”

"Hahahahaha...... Hahaha...... Mortals, lowly mortals, lowly mortals, you disgusting maggots, do you also want to look up to the glory of the ancient gods? Sue you, a lowly species like you, who does not know how to advance or retreat, no matter how angry and unwilling, can only tremble under the majesty of the ancient gods. Twilight's judgment is coming, and you are all going to die!

"Listen to me, child, this world will fall! The shadow has fallen, and no matter what you do, there is no way to get it back. If you really want to save your people, lead them across the oceans and leave this world. I can guide you to a safe and worry-free world free of charge, so that you will not be troubled by the minions of the ancient gods. ”

"Artoria, my child, please, let's go. Let's look for other ways, there must be other ways to defeat those evil gods, you can't make a curse on your head. ”

All the things of the past appeared in front of her eyes one by one, and looking at the city in front of her, which had completely fallen into a frenzy of killing, Artoria only knew how to walk forward in a daze. Her footsteps stopped in front of a park.

This year's snapdragon is growing like crazy. Artoria approached, holding out a hand to caress the beautiful, tall blue-purple flowers. Then, remembering the rose petals, she stopped hesitantly.

She's not here to see the flowers.

She looked at the evil god in the middle of the park and pulled out the illusion of the wind, "Suffer death, evil god, you are in great trouble." (To be continued......)