"— — —"
Silence once again visited that space.
The apocalyptic scene from before had disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed.
However, Altoria's injuries told everyone that what happened just now was real.
However, it was precisely because it had really happened in the past that it was unacceptable.
"… Why did you stop?"
Riding on her beloved horse, Altoria held the Holy Lance and looked at Rozen. Her eyes, which had always been calm and emotionless, began to show waves.
"The power is exhausted … It shouldn't be because of this that the summoning stopped, right?"
Altoria stared at Rozen, who was still releasing amazing magical power, but didn't even gasp for breath. Instead, he looked at her indifferently.
"What are you planning? Human! "
Altoria asked.
Obviously, after the battle just now, Altoria had admitted that Rozen was a threat to her.
Moreover, it was a fatal threat.
She possessed an unfathomable amount of Mana and power, making it hard to believe that a mere human could possess such power.
If it weren't for the Holy Lance and the Holy Grail, she would've been destroyed by those terrifying tamed monsters.
Of course, being able to deal with the siege of eleven Salt-level tamed monsters for so long and only suffered such a degree of injury was enough to prove Altoria's strength.
Because of this, Altoria was not afraid, but puzzled.
Wondering why Rozen stopped.
Wondering why the other party didn't continue to fight.
However, Rozen ignored Altoria. Even Matthew and Altoria were silent as if they no longer responded to Altoria.
At that moment, there was only one person who could stand in front of Altoria.
"Tap — tap — tap — tap —"
Amidst the clear and audible footsteps, Bedivere held his silver arm and, as if dragging his broken body, walked step by step toward Altoria.
Only then did Artoria notice that Bedivere was approaching her and frowned.
There was no other way.
"Do you want to face me alone? The Nameless Knight. "
Altoria asked expressionlessly.
Her words did not make Bedivere respond in any way. Instead, it made Mashu look up.
"Unknown Knight?" Matthew was stunned. "Don't tell me the Lion King doesn't remember Minister Bedivere?"
That was right.
The way Altoria looked at Bedivere was as if she was looking at a strange, small, and unknown existence. That kind of look was definitely not something that should be shown to the Knights of the Round Table who had once served her.
Altoria seemed to have completely forgotten Bedivere.
However …
"Even if you don't remember me anymore, I still remember you."
As Bedivere slowly approached Altoria, he stared at her. The emotion in his eyes made Altoria's heart inexplicably tremble.
Bedivere told his story.
"I remember your voice."
"I remember your appearance."
"I remember your figure."
"I also remember your past and your smell."
"Even if the journey is hard and long, I always remember everything about you, and with it, I came to you."
"Yes, I finally see you again."
"Queen."
Bedivere's voice was full of relief.
That look made Altoria inexplicably irritated.
This was a very inconceivable thing.
It should be known that ever since she ascended to become a god, Altoria had lost all the feelings that human beings should have. There was no anger, no joy, no sadness, and even more so, no happiness. She had abandoned her humanity and obtained a complete divinity, which would never be shaken by external things.
There were very few things that could make the current Altoria's heart ripple. Moreover, they were all things that the gods should care about, such as the world, such as the planet, rather than the individual or the past. Even when she almost died several times because of Rozen's outburst, Altoria only had some thoughts and ripples. From this, it could be seen how difficult it was to make the current Altoria's heart waver.
However, for some reason, this nameless and weak knight in front of her made Altoria irritated.
Moreover, it was unprecedented irritability.
Such irritability made Altoria unable to help but speak out.
"Who are you?"
Altoria actually asked.
"Me?" Bedivere smiled bitterly and then whispered, "I'm just a sinner, a sinner who made the wrong choice, which led to everything that happened today."
This was a fact.
"You shouldn't forget me." Bedivere looked straight at Altoria and said, "You should hate me, should loathe me, should curse me, should despise me."
"Because, if it weren't for me, you would never become like this and do so many sad things."
"After 1500 years, it's really a long time."
"Fortunately, I finally see you, my king."
With that, Bedivere revealed a heartfelt smile.
"Now, I will return what I should return to you, my most beloved King Arthur."
With that, a vision suddenly appeared on Bedivere's body.
"Clang!"
They saw that Bedivere's silver arm bloomed with bright and brilliant light, as if it had finally been untied and restored to its original form.
This incredible prosthetic arm, under everyone's gaze, turned into a sword.
It was a dazzling sword that emitted dazzling starlight.
That was a holy sword.
It was a Holy Sword that everyone present found familiar.
"Sword of Excalibur …!"
Matthew exclaimed out loud.
Yes.
Excalibur.
What appeared in Bedivere's hand was King Arthur's holy sword — Sword of Victory.
Upon closer inspection, this holy sword was exactly the same as the holy sword in Altoria's hand. However, Altoria's holy sword had reversed its attribute. Its whole body was dark, and there were many blood-like red veins on the sword, which looked extremely ominous. The holy sword in Bedivere's hand was resplendent and gorgeous to the extreme, exuding a noble and sacred aura. That aura was actually not inferior to Altoria's holy spear.
There was no doubt that this was a genuine holy sword.
It was not a reversal, nor was it an imitation. It was the genuine Holy Sword that King Arthur obtained from the hands of the Elves of the Lake and used until the end of his life.
This holy sword was the weapon that the legendary King Arthur had always used.
This was the true form of the Holy Sword.
And Bedivere actually had this holy sword, and even disguised it as his own prosthetic arm.
In other words, Bedivere's silver arm was actually King Arthur's holy sword.
"That sword …"
Altoria looked at the holy sword in Bedivere's hand, and her expression changed like never before.
"Woo …!"
Immediately afterward, as if she had a headache, Altoria covered her head.
At this moment, the memory that Altoria had abandoned suddenly came to her.
"Ah …!"
Altoria couldn't help but cry out.
Not only Altoria, but also Matthew and Chaldea's people were shocked.
"Why …?"
Why would Bedivere hold King Arthur's holy sword?
What … what the hell is going on?
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