I Will Kill You Again and Again!

[The one you need to deal with is none other than Merlin, who made the prophecy many years ago.]

[All the hardships Artoria has suffered stem from his and King Uther's arbitrary decisions.]

[King Uther was not a wise king at all, and Merlin's prophecy was just a pre-arranged play.]

[Exchanging one person's happiness for the so-called future of Britain.]

[What a grand and shameless lie!]

[You cannot accept all this.]

[You refuse to accept all this.]

[You want to deny all this with your own strength.]

[The Affliction of Obsession+ talent has been activated: You, who have been erased from the nature of "human", linger on the earth in the form of obsession.]

[You left without waiting for Artoria to wake up.]

[Because you know that meeting at this moment will only add to her pain.]

The "human" named Ian completely disappeared.

But the world continues to run.

A few dandelions are blown into the sky by the cool wind, floating to the distant other side.

Artoria's eyes gradually regained their light.

"Where is this..."

The girl felt a little puzzled.

She clearly reached an extraordinary contract with Rhongomyniad.

At the end of that promise, many fantasy laws will come again.

At that time, the earth will be covered by the age of gods again, and mystery will cover every inch of Britain like a tide.

Those smiles that only exist in dreams will take root and bloom again.

The price is just the "little sacrifice" that the voice in her mind told her.

But—Artoria looked around, a little blank.

She didn't seem to have lost anything.

Rhongomyniad was stuck in front of her, emitting bursts of star light.

Did the contract end early?

That's impossible.

Who would have the courage to stop Rhongomyniad, which can shake the whole of Britain?

If it really did, the traces of its existence would definitely be wiped out.

Speaking of which—Artoria looked at the three holy swords stuck in the ground in the distance.

Excalibur is the blade she borrowed from the Lady of the Lake;

Arondight was given to Lancelot by the lake spirit who raised him;

What about the remaining Excalibur Galatine?

She had no memory of wielding it at all.

But it's here.

Thinking further—Artoria looked at Excalibur Galatine, which had been blessed by the sun, her eyes a little dignified.

Why did she borrow two holy swords from the lake?

Clearly, Excalibur alone was enough for her to get here.

What is the reason for all this?

"King!"

An anxious voice came.

Artoria looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gawain coming.

"I'm sorry to come to your side now!"

"The situation on the road is much more complicated than we thought."

"It's not your problem, you don't need to blame yourself too much."

After all, after Rhongomyniad landed, this was no longer just a battlefield.

It's not hard to understand if something unexpected happened.

But the situation is still a little wrong.

"..."

"Gawain, why are you looking at me with that look?"

Artoria looked at the knight in front of her puzzled.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No." Gawain shook his head. "Everything the king said is correct."

"Just—"

Gawain looked at the Knight King in front of him, hesitated for a while, and said:

"You seem to be crying."

"..."

Artoria's pupils dilated in an instant.

She touched her eyes with trembling hands—just like Gawain said, there were moist tears on them.

Why... is this happening?

[The Knight King's final battle ended in a great victory.]

[This is destined to be a battle recorded in human history.]

[But all this has nothing to do with you.]

[You no longer have the nature of "human", but are just an obsession.]

[You walked through the forest, waded through the river, crossed the mountains, and passed through the wheat fields.]

[You returned to Camelot.]

[You came to the moonlit royal court.]

[You entered Morgan's room.]

Morgan was sitting by the window sill.

She looked at the sea of flowers under the moonlight outside the window, and a burst of sadness appeared in her blue eyes.

She had lost count of how many times she had insomnia.

And what's even more terrible is that she doesn't know why she has insomnia.

Picking up the two letters beside her, Morgan looked at the densely written content on them, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Clearly, these were just ordinary family letters written by her children Gawain and Gareth who were outside.

But why did she become like this?

The proud princess couldn't explain the reason—she only felt that a big piece was missing in her heart.

Suddenly.

Morgan looked at the door.

As an excellent magician, she felt something came in from there.

But—why couldn't she detect what it was at all?

Morgan just looked at the empty place, hoping that something would suddenly appear from there and tell her the answers to all her questions.

But in fact, there was nothing.

Is it an illusion?

Just as Morgan was saddened by this, she felt a familiar touch on her waist.

Not an illusion.

Something is by her side.

After confirming this, Morgan restrained all her emotions.

As an excellent magician, she knew what to do in this situation.

The identification technique was launched in an instant, but the result made the proud princess's heart tremble.

It was indeed not a "human", but a wandering spirit.

It came from a distant battlefield.

But Morgan couldn't imagine how this kind of body could travel thousands of miles to get here.

And what shocked her even more was that this body also had the curse she had cast on it.

Is it here for revenge?

No.

The hands touching her were very gentle and familiar.

Morgan couldn't feel any malice from it at all.

All she could feel was endless nostalgia.

She realized that the other person was very important to her, but she couldn't remember the matching name no matter what.

She didn't know how long it had been.

Morgan, who was immersed in this feeling, heard a faint voice in her ear.

"Your Highness, it's time, I have to go there's no reason left for me to be here."

"Goodbye."

The always calm Morgan panicked.

Intuition told her that this was a permanent farewell.

"Don't go! Stay with me for a while!"

"You said you needed a reason?!"

"Yes"

" Then I command you to provide me with pleasure!"

Almost without thinking, she said such words.

As if a familiar scene repeating.

Morgan fell on the bed.

She felt her lips caught by another.

Clearly, there was only one person in the room, but she acted as if she was indulging in lust with someone.

Her clothes were removed as if a ghost playing prank.

And.

She knows that this ghost is someone very important to her.

But she can't remember the name.

She felt her twin peaks massaged and molested.

She let him indulge in her while trying to memorize every sensation fearing it would be last.

Her insides were soon invaded.

She moaned.

"Ahn~ah~ahn~".

The sensation felt familiar but she can't quite remember it.

It was annoying, and restless feeling.

"Princess stop trying to think too much and enjoy yourself as that's what I am still here for".

Morgan stopped overthinking.

She started maching her rhythm with him reaching a perfect equilibrium.

Her whole was ravaged and she demanded more.

She continuesly felt her insides filling with dense liquid.

She also reacted by releasing her own essence.

It was a strange scene for if anyone were to witness it.

Under the moonlight, the naked princess talked to herself in the air.

"My body is great, right?"

"You've been craving such a chance to come in and out at will, right?"

"Then don't go."

"Stay here and accompany me for a lifetime, I will give you many such opportunities."

"And you promised me, didn't you? You can't be a liar."

"Do you know?"

"I actually always..."

Left—the princess didn't finish her words after all.

This was the last pleasure.

Morgan touched her lower abdomen and said nothing.

She had to save it.

Although—she still didn't remember who it was.

[You and Morgan completed the final farewell.]

[Princess's Curse EX talent has been activated: The former curse has now become the foundation for you to move forward, you use pain as proof that you still exist.]

[The Affliction of Obsession talent has been activated: You act out of obsession, no one can stop you in this process, everyone is avoiding you.]

[You walk on the silent streets of Camelot.]

[You are waiting for his appearance.]

Inside the tavern.

Drunk Merlin was saying goodbye to several women.

"Okay, see you next time."

"I won't forget you, hahaha."

Merlin also had his own secrets.

That is, he is not a real human, but a mixture of human and incubus blood.

This special mixture not only gave him the unattainable abilities of other magicians, but also made him promiscuous.

It is common for him to hook up with several women at the same time like just now.

This should have been condemned.

But because he predicted the appearance of King Arthur for Camelot, and also had the identity of a court magician, not many people dared to blame him.

Merlin often falls into complex and dangerous interpersonal relationships because of this.

But he doesn't care at all.

After all, for him, this level of danger can be regarded as non-existent.

Moreover—the person named Kay will also help him smooth out all the troubles.

This has become commonplace.

Coming out of the tavern, Merlin came to the streets of Camelot.

He quickly noticed that something was wrong.

According to the usual situation.

After coming out of drinking, there should be many people on this street.

Maybe he could hook up with a few women on the way back to his residence.

But now, let alone people.

Even the shops that should be open are closed.

It's as if something unclean has come to this neighborhood.

Merlin became vigilant.

He carefully observed his surroundings, guarding against possible dangers.

And this premonition soon became reality.

Just as he reached an intersection, Merlin felt a sharp killing intent.

It was a relentless obsession to kill him.

The name of the Flower Magician is well-deserved.

Merlin, who owns it, is not someone who will be caught without a fight when danger approaches.

And more importantly—he could feel that the body on which this obsession relied was already tattered.

It was an easy existence to deal with.

Petals stirred.

Merlin dodged the weapon swung at him.

He turned around, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

In front of him was a humanoid black shadow.

His body was tattered, and his face no longer had any recognizable features.

He was exuding overflowing magic power—but it was not because of his strength, but because the corrosion of the curse had broken through the limitations of his body.

The only thing that could provide some information was the blade in his hand.

It was a lake blade—Arondight?!

No.

It just looked like it.

In fact, it should be a replica.

How could there be such an existence?

Even a magician like Merlin couldn't understand what kind of situation this obsession was born in.

But anyway, it's not difficult to deal with.

Merlin used his abilities as a magician and quickly solved this incredible existence.

But what he didn't expect was—the moment this obsession fell, another obsession appeared behind him.

It was almost identical to the previous one.

But this time, the weapon in his hand became Excalibur Galatine.

Of course.

This was also a replica.

But it was enough to make Merlin, who had come to his senses, feel incredible.

Realizing something was wrong, he solved this obsession again.

And the moment it fell, the Flower Magician subconsciously looked behind him—

Sure enough, the same body was standing there.

And this time.

The weapon in his hand became a replica of Excalibur!

Merlin reacted almost instantly—after all, it was he who guided Artoria with a dream to get this blade from the lake.

He immediately realized that this was an existence that was inseparable from her.

As if sensing the change in Merlin's heart, this tattered body looked at him and issued a roar-like question.

"From the moment of birth, you have to bear the pressure of the entire Camelot."

"Hide your name."

"Lose your emotions."

"And finally, you even have to pay your humanity."

"Merlin, this is the fate you and King Uther imposed on Artoria!"

Sure enough—it was an existence related to Artoria.

"We didn't impose it on her!" Merlin didn't back down. "She chose this path herself!"

"You're lying!"

The roaring obsession began to tremble.

"The sword in the stone that only she can pull out."

"The white dragon that only she can defeat."

"And the weapon that only she can call."

"You have given her all the responsibilities, but abandoned all potential possibilities."

"What makes you so self-righteous?!"

"..."

Merlin was speechless by this question.

At this moment, he felt the emotion called "guilt" for the first time.

And the obsession aimed the blade in his hand at Merlin.

"So—"

"From now on, to the end of time, I will kill you again and again!"

"I want you to know what it feels like to have a pre-arranged fate!"

[The Affliction of Obsession talent has been activated: Many obsessions give you extraordinary magic power, Merlin has no possibility of defeating you.]

[But he will not die.]

[Instead, he will be trapped in the repetition of being killed by you forever.]

[You have broken the long-standing shackles.]

[Britain, it's time to move towards a new chapter.]