The wine was gone, and the night was endless. Einzberen Castle returned to its former peace. In the large bedroom in the fort, the red curtains covered the moonlight, the white lace curtains added to the hazy spring color, and Dismusk pillowed comfortably on Alice Fill's white soft calves. The woman was wearing white suspender pajamas, and a pair of plain white hands gently combed every man's blue hair like the sky, and organized the hair on both sides in an orderly manner. The man closed his eyes and enjoyed the caress of the woman.

Aili gently pressed the man's temple with her palm and said with love, "Dis, do you really don't care about the Holy Grail?"

"For me, the Holy Grail is just an ornament. Whether it is the promise or the past..." Dismusk's brow trembled slightly, and he paused and continued, "As long as you are happy."

Ally bit her lower lip slightly, her fingertips gently healed the pain of Diss' past. Her tea-red eyes blinked and said softly, "Do you think the "Everything Wishing Cup" cannot fulfill your wish?"

"That thing is a toy. If it was really useful... I had already been in the Holy Land as a wine glass, and it could still float until now for several magicians to play."

"What if there is really an unbelievable effect?" Alice asked unwillingly.

Dismusk opened his eyes instantly, looked at the tea-red warmth in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and chuckled, "Let me let you see my sister, parents, and that forgotten home..."

"You will get it! Diss, no one can take it away from you." Alice hugged the man in her arms, and then said softly, "Where is Saber, she is also a poor girl."

Sniffing the scent of milk in front of the woman, Dismusk Nannan said, "Saber, when can she get out of her own ideal, she has completed her self-salvation. What's the use of the Holy Grail with her~"

Somehow Dis seemed to see the lonely girl alone, holding the holy sword and falling asleep quietly in the darkness.

In the room next door, the girl who was occasionally chanted by someone was lying alone with a sword. When her eyes were clear, she dyed the sword body green. Saber blinked, and then the moonlight could clearly see her appearance from the metal texture of the holy sword. She was confused and hesitated. The plunder of the king of conquering the king, the definition of the hero king and the domineering master were really impacting her past kingdom, her belief, her persistence, and even her ideal country.

In subtle, she did not realize that she was doubting the king's past, so the denial of her past was not far away. Looking at the sword in the stone that had been with her, the girl really wanted to ask whether her life trajectory was correct at the moment she pulled it out. It was this sword that gave her the responsibility and made King Arthur possible, and King Arthur became famous for the power of the holy sword.

The sword body clearly reflected the precipitation of the moonlight. She stared at it as if she saw a world hidden deep in the depths. The sky was blue and the white clouds were floating. Saber looked around the surrounding marble walls to form a castle.

"Isn't this... not Einzberen's castle...?"

Suddenly, a whimper came from the pavilion. Saber looked up and saw that the sculptures of the white swan in the castle loft were clearly visible. This is not the Castle of Einzberen!

Saber's brows tightened, and his steps accelerated and stepped on the ancient stairs. The sounds of pedals spread far away. She stopped at the door of the quiet room and looked at a middle-aged man covering his throat and making a whimpering scream, as if someone had strangled his throat. The ferocious facial features that became suffocated by suffocation could still clearly see that he had a face similar to Dismusk. Saber's heart trembled. This was not her dream, this was the world of Master.

Not long after, the middle-aged man stopped struggling, and his eyes were looking at the sky with unwillingness. At this moment, Saber discovered that a dusk aura spread out from the depths of the castle, swallowing all life here unscrupulously. The sunlight in the sky also seemed a little pale at this moment. Although the sunlight was warm, it did not belong to hell. Neuschwanstein Castle would become Hades's undead city.

"Sister! Sister...!" A rapid cry came from afar, interrupting Saber's shocked obsession. She turned to the window and looked at the seven or eight-year-old siblings on the lawn were singing a farewell cry of life and death. The stubborn face of the weak boy and his arrogant eyes could vaguely see Dismusk's appearance.

After leaping, Saber landed steadily on the lawn, looking at the boy's sister who was constantly calling for the demon. His eyes were full of determination and anxiety. An elderly servant picked up the boy and ran out hurriedly. The sister who was in the same place was trembling all over, slowly raised her head to reveal an unforgettable purple light. It was not a human eye, it was the trajectory of the vast universe. Even in the sunny days, the short body could project a huge figure, and a huge hexagonal star flashed from the shadow of her head, and purple light shone.

Saber wanted to further observe the young lady's eyes, but all the scenes in front of her became darker because of the boy's departure, and her vision couldn't help but move closer to the boy's world. She understood that she walked into the world of Ridis Musk's childhood, the past that he had resentment but would not regret.

As the picture changed, the clear sky was replaced by the dark night, and the castle became a manor; darkness enveloped the heaven and earth, but could not cover the hearts of the strong. The boy who escaped looked at the light blue floating around in confusion, rippling irregularly between the heaven and earth like catkins. The mortal's eyes could not see the essence of the light blue, but Saber, who was as powerful as the ancient king, had already penetrated everything. The vast tone was undoubtedly painful cheeks. What kind of blue light was this? These were just some lonely souls.

Yin Ling?!saber was stunned. When Master used his practical actions to show the way of the king, light blue light curtains that rose and fell on each other were everywhere. The deep chill was unforgettable. Are those who were lost on the road to the underworld?

Thinking of this, the young king looked at the lonely shadow surrounded by blue light. The poker face was bloodless, and there was no embellishment of emotions. If it weren't for the spark of hatred bursting out from his deep eyes, she thought it was a marble-carved stele. At this moment, she could not think of what kind of responsibility the boy was carrying, why life was born and why death was died. She didn't understand whether the fight with God could come to the result, but she could see herself who pulled out the sword from the stone from the stone from that lonely breath, a lonely figure and a heavy sword. This was not a kind of sadness, but a mirror. The result of fighting with God and the sky, maybe... maybe there would be a hint of vitality in it. She might have failed, but what about him?!

The manor is silent, both parents die, the man's tears dripped from the "stone statue", the stars are shining brightly, a huge beam of light comes from the sea of ​​clouds in the distant light years, in the night sky, "Cancer" is bright and dazzling, on the earth, the queen is watching the boy's new life, bathed in the stars, and opened her eyes, twinkling with two flames, a faint blue flame, looking down on the world, and I am the only one.

Moonlight, woman incense, a woman in black called "Heaven Comet", pulling the long dancer's skirt, her delicate face flashed with charming eyes. She looked at the boy in the shower with a wicked smile, and a sinful finger stretched out to drive the dark and obsessed luster. A purple light flashed by. It was the power of the undead, the curse of Hades' blessing, and the vine wrapped around the god of death.

Saber was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her. She forgot her and forgot whose dream. Her fair and slender fingers passed through the figure of the woman in black, and the holy sword also followed the other person's figure. After all, she was a guest in the dream. She could not stop the past and could not stop the story that had happened. Saber was unwilling to look at all this. She seemed to see the ending of the sword blocking her. This was not the result she wanted. She had the ideal she woven by herself. Then she unwillingly grabbed the boy, the little Dismusk bathed in the stars.

Just as his fingers touched the starlight, his whole body was like an electric shock, and he suddenly shook. Saber let out a burst of pain. With the rapid breathing, his consciousness returned to his body. When Wang looked around, the blood in the sword rail had not solidified yet, and the bloody breath came to his nose. This was her own last battle - the Battle of the sword rail. She wanted to change the beginning of history.

"Artolia, I'm late." A sudden voice interrupted Wang's indulgent thoughts.

Saber, who was seriously injured, looked up and suddenly looked at his burly, strong but slightly blurred figure, and his eyes were as unruly and resolute as his eyes. Such vividness, was that Master Dismusk?

"Melin!!!" Even though I saw how hazy it was and I didn't know why I thought of that man, I already had the answer in my heart.

"My King~" sounds like a spring rippling, and the magnetic properties are faint and warm.

"Why did I fail?" Saber asked questions that had been in his heart for thousands of years.

The vague figure hesitated for a moment, and finally said slightly, "My king is lonely and lonely, but he does not understand the hearts of his subjects."

"Don't you understand people's hearts?" Saber was stunned. The answer exceeded her expectations, and in a reasonable way, wasn't that consistent with the connotation of Master's questioning at the night banquet.

Saber was confused. From questioning herself to denying her past, she had never been so weak and asked, "Merlin, what should I do?"

There was no response in the long calm, Saber looked at Merlin, and the vague figure gradually disappeared under the afterglow of the sunset.

"No?" Saber roared, his body shook, and the holy sword was still holding it in front of his chest. The morning light gradually climbed up to the windowsill, and a little sweat stains appeared on the skirt. It turned out to be a dream without an answer, it belonged to herself and her master.
Chapter completed!