To be honest, Atoris no longer felt afraid at this point. After reading such a miserable story, she felt very uncomfortable. She thought of the disputes between the Kelid Knights and the Church in the human world, which were all due to interests. Otherwise, why would they be competing against each other if they were forces from the same country?
With mixed emotions, Artolis walked through the fog, but the sight before her surprised her. I thought that the scene would get darker as we went further, but here it suddenly turned into a bright world.
It's like going back to the beginning, in the early morning after the rain, the bright sunshine shines on the crossroads, peaceful and peaceful. What Artolis didn't expect was that the person standing in the middle of the crossroads was not the Headless Horseman, but a little boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old.
"You're here." Seeing Artolis arriving, the little boy said.
Artoris didn't speak, and listened to the little boy continue: "But it's a pity that this is not the final intersection... Come on, cut off my head, and I will tell you the final answer."
After hearing what the other party said, Artolis walked up to the little boy step by step. Seeing the ridiculous trembling look on the other side, she knelt down and hugged him in her arms. Atoris's move made even the little boy a little stunned. Even the sword on his waist was so tight that it was difficult to pull it out. He was so panicked that he was at a loss for a moment.
"No, no need. I think I already know the answer." Artolis closed her eyes. She once thought that the knight would be blinded by hatred, but at this moment she knew she was wrong.
At night, the boy and the prince depended on each other. They laughed and lay on the grass, counting the stars in the sky.
"Ozhewe, what do you want to do when you grow up?"
"Of course I will inherit the throne. I believe that under my rule, the country and the people will be in peace." The prince replied.
"Then I want to become a royal knight so that I can assist Ozhewe, because you are my best friend!"
"You are also my best friend." The prince turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him with pure eyes, "Always...always..."
That was the true self hidden in the deepest part of his heart. Only then did Artolis realize that the knight had never forgotten his oath. He is a drunkard in a tavern who has scars all over his body and has experienced all the vicissitudes of life; he is a saint who remains unsullied in the end. That is the knight's belief, the unswerving embrace of the original ideal, and the knight's heart that has been guarded to this day!
In her arms, the little boy peacefully turned into fluorescent light and dispersed. Artolis opened her closed eyes, slowly stood up, looked at the road in front of her, and took steps firmly. Even though things and people have changed, the knight's identity remains the same, and the status of the prince's best friend deep in his heart has never really shaken.
She admitted that she was not emotional, and had experienced too much that she could not shed tears happily like a close girl. Perhaps it was just the resonance of the knight's heart that moved her. But is it really just like this? Artoris clutched her chest. She didn't know why, but she always felt uncomfortable there...
The fallen knight even forgot his own name in the end, but he never forgot the other party. Maybe it was because it was important.
Artoris made up her mind, she must, must give salvation to the other party, with the sword in her hand!
There is no light at the final crossroads, and in the center, the Headless Horseman waits. Seeing Artoris arriving, he pulled the reins in his hand and the undead horse neighed and immediately started moving, the blue soul fire burning. The knight swung his battle ax and ran straight towards Atoris.
The opponent's movements made no sound at all, as if they violated the laws of physics. Only the silver bell tied to the horse's feet made a series of sounds during the movements.
Artoris raised the sword-edged bow, and the next second a golden halo rose from the undead horse's feet. As soon as the opponent came up, he was imprisoned in place by the "Hazy Moon Streaming Light".
Artolis flew up very quickly with a dance of fire spirit and kicked the knight on the horse, but Artolis's kick missed. As the undead horse under his crotch neighed, the knight's body suddenly became insubstantial. Seeing her vigorous kick penetrate the opponent's body, Artolis' pupils immediately shrank.
The headless knight in the virtual state completely ignored the confinement effect of the dim moon streamer. He raised his left arm attached to the armor and punched Atoris in the abdomen.
"Wow~" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the strong energy caused the surrounding space to fluctuate. With one blow, Artolis's whole body flew out like a cannonball. Hitting the wall violently, Artolis felt as if her internal organs were being torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.
After falling to the ground, Artoris clutched her abdomen and struggled to get up, but at this moment, the level of suppression was crushing her. The sound of the silver bell rang. Half-kneeling, Artolis raised her head, and the sharp silver ax was close at hand.
On the undead horse, the Headless Horseman pointed his ax at himself, but did not take action immediately. The other party seemed to want to convey something, but was unable to speak. Artoris was sweating coldly. If the opponent really wanted to take action, it would make no difference whether she moved or not. The ax could chop off her head in just a moment.
However, Artolis saw that the Headless Horseman stopped and put the ax back on his shoulder. She pulled up the reins of the undead horse and turned around to leave, but in the next second, a blue fireball shot out from behind her and hit the headless horseman.
The blue flames spread quickly, igniting the entire street in the blink of an eye. However, this did not stop him from leaving. Artolis saw ghostly aura rising from the broken armor of the Headless Horseman in the flames, the silver bell rang again, and the figure of the other party also disappeared in the firelight.
Two figures rushed to Atoris at this time. Kaguya knelt down and took Artoris in her arms, who had not yet recovered. Then the holy light scattered on her body, very warm...
"Liz, how are you? Are you okay?" After being shaken by Kaguya, Artolis came back to her senses. Looking at the two people in front of her, her mind suddenly felt a little confused again.
I looked again and saw that there was no sign of a crossroads. It was still the same street, and there was heavy fog all around. It was like an hallucination or a dream. For a while, Artolis had difficulty distinguishing the authenticity of things.
"Ah~" A large amount of information was poured into her brain, giving Artolis a splitting headache, and her brain finally broke into pieces at this moment...
"You are still unable to get my approval..." These empty words kept echoing in her mind. She knew that she had lost and did not give relief to the Headless Horseman.
His consciousness floated and floated, and finally he fell into the water. He couldn't struggle, he could only watch the water surface getting farther and farther away from him, and just sink... sink...
