"Lord … Rama …?"
When this extremely weak voice entered Luo Mo's ears, he froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
This voice …
This feeling …
"Sita …?"
It was the wife that Rama had been thinking about day and night.
When Rama froze on the spot because of his wife's voice, the surrounding Celtic Warriors seized the opportunity to raise their weapons and charge at Rama.
This action naturally provoked Luo Mo.
"Don't get in my way!"
Rama shouted with a louder and more agitated voice than ever before. The Invincible Blade in his hand was like a wheel, like a blooming sword dance, swinging in all directions.
"Bang!"
Amidst the sounds of explosions, strong winds blew around Romo's body like a storm. Mana burst forth like an explosion, sending the charging Celtic Warriors flying. Some were even slashed at the waist by the Invincible Blade, disintegrating in mid-air and turning into two halves. Warm blood splattered to the side like chunks of meat.
Romo killed all the Celtic Warriors who were in his way. Then, he turned around and looked at the source of the sound.
There, a petite figure stood there unknowingly.
She wore the same luxurious clothes as Rama.
She looked the same as Rama.
Her fiery red hair was tied into two ponytails.
She held a longbow tightly in her hand.
That figure, that appearance, Rama couldn't be wrong.
"Lord Rama … Lord Rama …"
The girl named Sita stood there, calling Rama's name as if she was in a dream.
"Sita … My wife …"
After confirming that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, Rama's lips trembled. Even the hand holding the Invincible Blade trembled like never before.
This was something that would never happen in the past.
The hand holding the sword trembled. This was impossible for an outstanding swordsman.
As a hero who inherited superb martial arts, even if Archer was his strongest class, Saber was also a top servant in the current world. His hand holding the sword shouldn't be trembling.
But at this moment, Rama's hand was indeed trembling.
Because …
"Siddhartha … is right in front of me …"
Just from this, one could imagine Luo Mo's mood.
Because of the curse, the two of them couldn't meet each other no matter what. Even if they did meet, it wouldn't be a happy occasion.
However, because of the master, Rama's curse had been suppressed to a certain extent.
Yes.
Luo Mo's curse had been suppressed to a certain extent.
Even if it was not all of it, it was still suppressed. Even if it was not for long, it should be enough for Rama to see Siddhartha.
Rama thought that all of this was due to the master's kindness, causing Rama's heart to be overjoyed and touched.
"Sita … Sita … I've finally met you … Sita …!"
Rama stretched out his hand towards Siddhartha and leaned towards him in a daze.
However …
"Sita …?"
Realizing that Siddhartha was still standing there as if he was talking in a dream and had no other reaction, Rama could not help but stop in his tracks.
To this …
"Ah … Lord Rama …"
Siddhartha seemed to have only just noticed Rama's existence. She stared at him and her voice sounded like she was sobbing slowly.
"Why aren't you willing to believe me? Why? "
Siddhartha's sobbing question made Rama hold his breath on the spot.
However, Siddhartha did not stop.
"I didn't betray you. I'm innocent. Even though I've been in the hands of the Demon King for 14 years, I'm still innocent. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to live in this world and wait for you to save me. Ah, Lord Rama, why aren't you willing to believe me?"
Tears flowed down from Siddhartha's eyes. The questions that came out of her mouth were like sharp blades that pierced into Rama's heart.
"Siddhartha …! Siddhartha …! "
Rama rushed to Siddhartha without a care and hugged her.
"It's my fault! It's my fault! I shouldn't have abandoned you! I shouldn't have let you suffer such grievances! "
Luo Mo also shouted at the top of his voice.
Unfortunately, Siddhartha was still sleep-talking. She did not seem to notice that Rama was hugging her and kept sobbing.
"I know that Lord Rama is no longer the fallen prince who could only wander with me. You're a king, the great King of Kusara. You need to fight for the country and reassure the people. As for me, I'm just a puppet that fell into the hands of the Demon King. I'm a woman who doesn't deserve Lord Rama. A woman like me has a bad reputation. It's normal for Lord Rama to abandon me. It's normal, right …?"
Siddhartha kept talking. Towards the end, her tone started to change.
However, Rama did not notice it.
"No! No! "Rama hugged Siddhartha tightly and shouted with all his might," I believe you! I've always believed you! Siddhartha! "
Hearing that, Siddhartha suddenly laughed.
Her laughter was unusually mournful.
"Lord Rama, are you willing to believe me?"
Siddhartha laughed like a broken puppet.
"But I've always hated you, Lord Rama."
As soon as she finished …
"Pfft!"
With the sound of flesh tearing, an arrow pierced through Rama's back, bringing with it a large amount of blood.
Intense pain was transmitted into Rama's mind.
"Wh … at …?"
Rama widened his eyes.
They were filled with disbelief.
"Hehe … hehehe …"
Siddhartha only laughed. After pulling out the arrow, she continued to stab Rama's abdomen.
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, this time, Siddhartha's arrow did not pierce Rama's body. Instead, Rama reached out with one hand and caught it in front of his abdomen.
"Siddhartha … you …"
Rama covered his blood-stained abdomen with one hand and grabbed Siddhartha's hand that was also holding the blood-stained arrow with the other. Finally, a solemn look appeared in his eyes as he stared at Siddhartha.
It was only then that Rama realized something was wrong with Siddhartha.
That dazed, sleep-talking, dazed and dazed expression did not look like the expression Siddhartha would have in the past at all.
And on Siddhartha's face, there were even black veins appearing.
If Rozen was there, he would definitely find those lines.
Because those lines were exactly the same as the ones in the singularity point in Fuyuki City. They were said to be contaminated by the black mud gushing out of the Holy Grail.
"Siddhartha!"
Rama yelled at Siddhartha.
"Hehe … hehehehe …"
Siddhartha just laughed there.
Finally, she made such a sound.
"Can I ask you to die? Lord Rama? "
Saying such cruel words, Siddhartha's clothes were finally dyed black.
Rama immediately retreated.
"Whoosh!"
Almost at the same time, the blood-stained arrow was shot out by Siddhartha. It was magnified directly at Rama's pupils, which had shrunk to the size of a needle tip.
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