It turns out that my youth story is fgo!

In addition to the funding from various countries, the Heroic Spirits also went to various parts of the world to provide support. After all, some places are saturated with kings and heroes. In order to avoid conflicts, it is also a good choice to disperse. However, the most sad thing is not the country where the Heroic Spirit is located, but the Master of the Heroic Spirit. The Heroic Spirits who go to support must stay away from safe countries and go to the most chaotic places. Because of the shortage of numbers, they have to travel to several regions. If the Heroic Spirit is alone, it’s okay. If they can’t win, can’t they turn into spirits and escape? But if they bring the Master... they will never bring the Master. In other words, after defeating the beast and before the Heroic Spirit cancels the summons, they have to face a separation first. Erili is burying herself in endless manuscripts. She was now completely devoid of the nobility and splendor she had once had as a princess. Her long golden hair was in disarray, and she was wearing a loose green sportswear. Her fair skin had more obvious dark circles under her eyes. She reached out, picked up the cup, and took a sip of coffee to stay alive.

There were all kinds of paints and drawing papers scattered around her. There were many exquisite works among the drawings scattered on the ground, but she didn't spare a glance at them.

She had been in this state for three days, and the trash can was already filled with plastic bags of bread. In fact, Eriri's mental state had reached its limit.

If she continued like this, she would soon get sick.

She touched her forehead, which was covered with sweat, and her lips were a little pale.

But she didn't dare to stop. For the past three days, she had locked herself in her room on the pretext of concentrating on painting, and refused to be visited or met by anyone, including Arthur.

This was absolutely unimaginable for Eriri.

On weekdays, no matter how much she rushed to finish her manuscripts and work, she would not be separated from Arthur.

He was her prince, her knight, and her source of inspiration.

Anyway, her image had been completely lost in front of Arthur, and Arthur didn't care about this little thing.

But this time, Eriri was out of character.

The incident started with the news three days ago, which broadcast the tragedy that happened all over the world. The bloody scene made Eriri unable to sleep and eat, and what made her feel more terrified was Arthur's expression.

Compassion and sadness, compassion and determination.

There was no time when her premonition in her heart was so strong.

Perhaps, before the real separation came, she had to separate from him.

There was no battlefield where humans could exist.

She couldn't go with him.

So, she locked herself in the room, indulged in rushing to finish the manuscript, claimed that she didn't see anyone, and naturally refused to meet Arthur.

She didn't want to hear bad news, nor did she want to hear Arthur's request to leave.

Because she would agree, she couldn't watch even strangers die because of her own selfish desires.

However, she didn't want to take that step, she wanted to maintain the status quo.

So, Eriri chose to escape.

Just as she had chosen countless times before, because she was afraid of being accused, she chose to stay away from Aki Tomoya, because she was afraid of being laughed at, she chose to conceal the identity of Bomu Eri... This is what she is best at. Even if she hates herself so much, when danger comes, she will bury her head in the sand like an ostrich and deceive herself.

However, those bloody pictures turned into a strong sense of guilt, torturing her and hurting her. She thought more than once, if she asked Arthur to rescue directly, would she be able to let one more person survive?

In fact, this is not her responsibility, but Eriri is an ordinary girl, but also a kind girl.

This kind of pain tortured her, but it stimulated her infinite potential. The paintings she painted became more and more beautiful and shocking, and the colors and lines became more and more in their own style, but she never felt happy.

"Eri."

Accompanied by a gentle knock on the door, Arthur gently said outside the door, "Let's talk."

After a while, the embarrassed Eriri opened the door with a sad look in her eyes.

She couldn't be so selfish.

The two sat opposite each other on the sofa. The blond young man could feel Eriri's sadness, entanglement, pain, and struggle, so he had to speak out.

"Eri."

Arthur's eyes were always tolerant and gentle, as if nothing could knock him down.

He said in a gentle voice: "You know the eight spirits and nine rules of the knight, right?"

Eri was startled,

Nodding hesitantly.

Even if she didn't know before, since she had signed a contract with Arthur, Eriri naturally couldn't help but understand it. In fact, she knew it by heart.

She knew what Arthur wanted to say.

She hadn't spoken for three days and had been drinking coffee. Her originally clear voice was a little hoarse as she recited the knight's code.

"Humility, honesty, mercy, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul."

These are the eight virtues of a knight. There are only a handful of people who can do it now, and Arthur himself seems to be born for this.

Then, Arthur's low and gentle voice continued Eriri's words.

"I swear to treat the weak well."

His tone was so serious, as if he had returned to the time when he first became a knight and swore an oath for this.

"I swear to bravely fight against violence."

His pronunciation became clearer and firmer, and as if in response, the holy sword hidden at his waist shone.

"I swear to fight against all wrongs."

"I swear to fight for the defenseless."

Iriri clenched her fingers and bit her lower lip.

"I swear to help anyone who asks me for help."

"I swear not to hurt any woman."

The light of the holy sword even illuminated the entire room, and it began to vibrate constantly, eager to fight with the glorious Knight King.

"I swear to help my brother knight."

"I swear to treat my friends sincerely."

Arthur paused, tightened his grip on the holy sword at his waist, and spit out the last oath on the tip of his tongue.

"I swear to be loyal to my love until death."

Iriri's expression as if crying was reflected in his green eyes.

Arthur Pendragon is a true knight.

Of course, he is also a king, and he has his own responsibilities, not only to uphold the glory of being a knight.

But after Richard the Lionheart was summoned, he encouraged this younger generation who admired him and was ready to abdicate.

Britain is not his homeland, it's just that no one came to replace him before.

After removing the responsibility of being a king, Arthur is just a knight.

This is also for his master, as a knight Arthur Pendragon, only then can he protect his master more wholeheartedly.

Eriri took two deep breaths, she already understood.

She couldn't stop Arthur, nor could she stop Arthur, not because she was shackled by reputation, this was the principle that Arthur insisted on.

"Go, Arthur, do what you should do."

Eriri heard herself say.

"Don't be painful because of this," Arthur performed the knight's salute for the first time, "All the glory on my sword belongs to you, my little princess."

He held Eriri's hand and gently kissed her hand.

He shouldn't have made her sad, whether as a servant or a knight.

"Arthur, promise me."

The blonde girl's eyes were filled with pleading, her blue eyes were blurred, as if she was about to cry the next moment.

"Don't leave where I can't see you, don't leave without saying goodbye."

"If we have to separate, I hope you tell me in person and say goodbye to me."

In this way, Eriri can accept the fact that Arthur really left her.

Eriri is not strong, even a little weak, but this is her, Sawamura Spencer Eriri.

"This is the promise I made to you."

Arthur clenched his fist and pressed it on his left chest: "I will come back, no matter where I wander, I will come back to you."

"As long as you call, I will definitely come."