My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 522 We raised this child with our own hands~

Thus, the long war finally came to an end, and the night was dark, as if even the stars had been swallowed up.

The blond saint opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her delicate body weak; the glorious holy king leaned against the wall, with chapped lips; the pink-haired paladin scratched his head and scratched his head, giving up thinking; the innocent android girl's breathing was rapid, as if she was drowning; the mysterious assassin He closed his eyes, his face was peaceful; the vicious necromancer placed his hand on his forehead, feeling extremely painful...

At the other end of the magic light curtain, the saint from the far east covered his face with a book, lifeless; the empress in black skirt rubbed her temples, her mind went blank.

As for the great writer, he had collapsed at the door in pain because he could not speak, surrounded by the melody of Flowers of Hope.

By the way, Lingxia left the church early to ensure that little Jack could sleep, thus avoiding tragedy.

——The Fourth Holy Grail War has ended.

There is no winner in this battle.

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However, among the scattered corpses, there was one person who did not give up. In the lifeless atmosphere, her green eyes were as sharp as a lion, and like lightning breaking through the night, shining brightly under the beating lights.

That's Saber on the red side, Mordred, the servant of Lion Tribulation, she hasn't fallen yet, she's still fighting!

Even though the test papers piled on the table almost crushed the table, even if the empty pen refills piled up into a hill, the hands did not stop, and the hand accustomed to using the sword was still writing the exercises, recording this night. The miracle!

With a crisp sound of 'pop', a switch was turned on, and electric current passed through the limbs. As a result, the dolls in the room were filled with new power, and they stood up staggeringly and creakingly. , with a strange light shining in his eyes.

Facing a group of walking zombies proudly, Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh and raised the homework book in his hand: "I'm done!"

"Come on, let me be healthy!" Shuo Yue suddenly sat up while he was dying, grabbed the book, and two similar-looking blond girls appeared behind him, surrounding them like guardians. The fragrance was fragrant, but the three of them could not I had no time to take into account this ambiguous distance. I just scanned every question in the book nervously, lest I find any mistakes.

The uncomfortable silence did not last long. As Shuo Yue sighed with relief, he threw his homework high into the air. White flowers and white doves bloomed under the orange light.

"Completely correct--!"

There was music playing in the dark, and in the white snow that was flying all over the sky, Artoria covered her mouth, Joan of Arc's eyes were moist, Sieg and Astolfo hugged each other, Shishi Jie took off his sunglasses and wiped them, Amakusa ejected and fell into the arms of the empress who suddenly stood up.

"Oh oh oh oh, I'm back, my beautiful voice is back!" Shabi burst into tears. "As I said: 'Love can create miracles. Once the destroyed love is rebuilt, it will be better than before. More magnificent, more beautiful, more tenacious!'"

No one paid attention to Shabby's self-movement, but as he said, tonight's results were a miracle. Who could have imagined that Mordred could complete the education from elementary education to high school graduation in just a few hours? Knowledge?

Even if the learning ability of the servants is far better than that of humans, it is really unbelievable to condense a span of more than ten years into one night without Teacher Ma's participation.

No matter what kind of heroes, knights, or emperors they were in the past, they were cheering heartily at this moment, enjoying the relief of having their boredom swept away.

Three hours, do you know how we spent these three hours?

Not only does Mordred need to learn knowledge, but Arturia also needs to understand the order of teaching and stop Astolfo's whims... Not to mention that Shuo Yue has to ensure the logistical supplies of the Big Stomach King, and Lion Jie has to take care of him. Mo Zai's mental state, Jeanne d'Arc and Letitia want to drive away the idlers and avoid fierce conflicts between the black and red sides!

The days seemed like years. At this moment, the eyes of everyone looking at Mordred were filled with love and a sense of accomplishment.

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"Are you my father?" Under the gaze of several eyes, veins popped up on Mordred's face, but unexpectedly he did not get angry. "Okay, it's getting late. Thank you for your help, and then - hurry up Go away! Aren’t you tired?”

After Xiao Mo said this, everyone felt exhausted like a tide. Although the special characteristics of followers determined that they did not need to sleep, the habits formed by people cannot be changed overnight.

Anyway, the mission is completed, then...retreat?

"Although the chain fell off at the last moment... Well, let's withdraw first." After Amakusa complained, he signaled the empress to take the lead in closing the magic light curtain.

"Speaking of which, who still remembers what we wanted to do in the first place?"

"I started helping out of nowhere..."

Sieg and Astolfo chatted in low voices and also left the church.

"I'm going to have some supper too, Shuo Yueqing, is there anything left to eat?"

"There are still ten portions left. Let's take care of your stomach first, my king."

Artoria and Shuo Yue came out hand in hand, and Lion Jie Jieli followed behind with twinkling eyes.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Finally, Joan of Arc, who had retrieved her body, bowed and closed the church door.

The orange candlelight exaggerates the night sky, the church is filled with light and dark, and the glitz is gone. A girl as wild as a lion is leaning against the confessional, with ink-stained white snow at her feet. Stars are singing silently in the sky, and the night is cool. The breeze blew away the burning heat in her earlobes and blurred the fire in her heart.

The look of feigned anger disappeared from his face, and while sensing some emotion, Mordred couldn't help but want to laugh loudly.

When will she, the rebellious knight Mordred, also feel lonely?

A knight who imitates the aloofness of a king should also have a tenacious spirit like a king. No matter it is a hell littered with corpses, a village set on fire by her own hands, or an enemy envoy kneeling down to beg... she will remain indifferent and leave silently.

Mordred did exactly that, and always did it brilliantly.

But - after just putting aside her grudges for a few hours one night, and accepting unreserved help from the heroes because of her soft heart, she discovered that the aloofness she was so proud of was actually like a porcelain doll for people to admire in a glass showcase. Fragile, a heart that is clearly unmoved in the face of pleading, cruelty and ridicule, but collapses in the face of companionship, help and cheers.

No one likes the boring cramming of questions. Even if it is a shortcut to acquire knowledge, the hardships on this road will be unbearable. However, Mordred gritted his teeth and endured.

The moment Shuo Yue announced the end, she herself breathed a sigh of relief. The cheers around her even startled her. When she realized what she was doing, Mordred felt as if her whole body was electrified, and she felt more fulfilled than ever. and moved surrounded her.

——In her short life, no one has ever celebrated her existence and her achievements with joy like tonight.

The encounter between people is so wonderful, just like a bonfire on a snowy night, attracting the footsteps of travelers. The same goes for the newly born android girl, and the same goes for her rebellious knight who has gone through war and destroyed the country.

However, since fate has given me such wonderful and short-lived happiness, why should I let time cruelly take it away?

Even the father, after completing this mission, left her behind without any nostalgia and left with the young man who seemed to be a Knight of the Round Table without even saying goodbye.

"...Just think of it as a dream."

Muttering, the girl began to pack up the books piled up in a hill. Just when she was considering whether to use a Noble Phantasm to destroy these painful and happy memories, or even bring them back to the Seat of Heroes, the door of the church was opened again. The smell of pancakes hit her face, making the girl's mouth water.

Mordred turned around in surprise, only to see Arturia, who had the same face as hers and was filled with contentment, walking towards her. Although she was a little stiff, she still handed the bag in her hand to her.

"Shuo Yueqing made it by herself, give it a try."

Everyone has dispersed, and at this moment, there are only two figures left in the church, a contradictory father and son, perhaps in the 'sage mode' after the passion, both of them have extremely calm expressions at this moment, Mordred subconsciously Opening his mouth, he was surprised to find that something came out of his mouth.

"Why...do this?"

"Let's eat first." Artoria didn't answer immediately. She thought about it and even added bluntly, "It won't taste good if you catch a cold."

Huh, it's not a concern from the bottom of my heart, I don't care about it.

Mordred tried her best to hold back the corners of her mouth that turned up, and reached out to take the bag. Then she felt the breeze blowing on her face, and her father, who was about the same height as her, leaned on the table next to her.

"You...this...?Father...King Arthur?!!"

"Actually, you are more popular than I thought, Lord Mordred."

Ignoring Mordred's surprise, Artoria's eyes were blank and she was lost in her memories.

Not only Shuo Yueqing, who has been trying to help them both, but also the Sixth Director Lingxia who has made some suggestions. Just now, Lion Jie Jieli, the necromancer and mercenary, even if the camps are opposite, even if he is against him There was no benefit, even if her life was in danger, she still had to bite the bullet and block her way to get food.

"I don't know what you are thinking, King Arthur, but Mordred is not a tool for you to make up for your guilt. If you want to help her, go and make it clear to her, whether it was then or now!"