Chapter 522 This Child Was Raised by Us.

Chapter 522 This child was raised by us~

So, the long war finally came to an end. The night was dark, as if even the stars were swallowed up.

The blonde saint opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her delicate body was weak; the brilliant saint king leaned against the wall, his lips were chapped; the pink-haired paladin scratched his head and gave up thinking; the innocent android girl breathed rapidly, as if drowning; the mysterious assassin closed his eyes, his face was peaceful; the vicious necromancer held his forehead with his hand, in great pain...

At the other end of the magic light curtain, the saint of the Far East covered his face with a book, lifeless; the empress in the black dress rubbed her temples, her mind was blank.

As for the great writer, he had fallen at the door in pain because he couldn't speak, and the melody of the flower of hope was around him.

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

——The Fourth Holy Grail War ended here.

There is no winner in this battle.

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However, among the corpses lying in all directions, there was still one person who did not give up. In the dead atmosphere, her green eyes were as sharp as a lion, and like lightning breaking through the darkness, shining brightly under the flickering lights.

That was Saber of the red side, the Servant of the Lion Jiejieli, Mordred. She had not fallen yet, she was still fighting!

Even if the test papers piled on the table almost crushed the table, even if the used pen cores piled up into a small mountain, but the hands did not stop, the hands used to use swords were still writing exercises, recording the miracle of this night!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of "pop", a switch was turned on in the dark, and the current passed through the limbs and bones, so the puppets in the room were infused with new power, staggering and creaking to their feet, with strange lights flashing in their eyes.

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

"Come, let me heal!" Shuoyue suddenly sat up from his dying illness and snatched the book. Two similar-looking blonde girls appeared behind him and surrounded him like left and right protectors. The fragrance was fragrant, but the three of them had no time to care about the ambiguous distance. They just nervously scanned every question in the book, fearing that they would find any mistakes in it.

The unbearable silence did not last long. With a sigh of relief from Shuoyue, he threw the homework book high into the sky, and white flowers and white doves bloomed under the orange light.

"Completely correct!"

The sound of music sounded in the dark. In the flying snow, Altria covered her mouth, Jeanne's eyes were wet, Sieg and Astolfo hugged each other, Lion Jie took off his sunglasses and wiped them, and Amakusa took off and fell into the arms of the empress who stood up suddenly.

"Oh, it's back, my beautiful voice is back!" Shabi's eyes were filled with tears, "As I said: 'Love can create miracles. Once the destroyed love is rebuilt, it will be more magnificent, more beautiful, and more tenacious than before!'"

No one paid attention to Shabi's self-touching, but as he said, the result tonight was a miracle. Who could have imagined that Mordred had learned all the knowledge from enlightenment education to high school graduation in just a few hours?

Even if the learning ability of servants is far better than that of humans, it is really incredible to condense a time span of more than ten years into this night, even without the participation of Teacher Ma.

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

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

Not only must Mordred learn knowledge, but Artoria must also understand the order of teaching and stop Astolfo's whims... Not to mention that Shuoyue must ensure the logistics supply of the big eater, Shizijie must take care of Mozi's mental state, and Jeanne and Leticia must disperse the idlers to avoid fierce conflicts between the black and red sides!

It's like a year in a day. At this moment, everyone's eyes looking at Mordred are full of love and a sense of accomplishment.

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"Are you my father!" Under the gaze of several eyes, Mordred's face was bulging with blue veins, but he unexpectedly did not get angry, "Okay, it's getting late, thank you for your help, and then-get away quickly! Aren't you tired!"

After Xiao Mo said this, everyone felt tired like a tide. Although the special nature of the servants determines that they do not need to sleep, the habits formed by people cannot be changed overnight.

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

"Although I still failed at the last moment... Well, let's leave first." After complaining, Amakusa signaled the empress to close the magic light curtain first.

"Come to think of it, who still remembers what we wanted to do at the beginning?"

"You started helping for no reason..."

Sieg and Astolfo talked in a low voice and also left the church.

"I'm going to have some supper too, Lord Shuoyue, is there any more food?"

"I've left ten portions, fill your stomach first, my king."

Altria and Shuoyue went out together, and Shishi Jiejieli followed behind with a flashing look.

"Then, I'll take my leave too."

Finally, Jeanne, who had regained her body, bowed and closed the door of the church.

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 gentle breeze blew away the 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 filled 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 just 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 out of soft-heartedness, 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 gain 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 wars and destroyed the country.

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

Even his 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.

It's not just Shuo Yueqing who has been trying to help them both, nor is it the sixth leader Lingxia who has 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 it was life-threatening, he still had to bite the bullet and block her way to get food.

"Although I don't know what you really think, 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!"