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[FTMWDK] Chapter 60: Excalibur Wielder
🕑 Added 2023-10-14 09:32:52 +0000 UTCEven in the secluded fantasy realm of Avalon, there was a clear distinction between day and night.
They rose with the sun and rested with its setting, adhering to the simplest and most wholesome way of life for countless years.
As Arkhan and the others experienced their sixtieth cycle of day and night in Avalon, a powerful surge of magical energy suddenly swept across the entire island.
Arkhan, lying in his bed, instantly opened his eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"It's finally over..."
He sighed and immediately got up, seeking out Guinevere, who was staying next door, and together, they flew towards the source of the magical energy disturbance.
On the small island, countless fairies gathered, curiously gazing at the small hill emitting a hazy sacred light.
Arkhan, accompanied by Guinevere, landed on the ground. He dispelled the wings made of wind elements with a casual gesture and then looked toward Merlin, who had been waiting there.
"How did it go?"
Merlin shook his head. "It's still uncertain."
Suddenly, Arkhan felt something, his gaze shifting to the void beside him.
The void twisted slightly, and one figure after another appeared out of thin air. They were all graceful and elegant women, each with their unique charm. Some were as fiery as flames, while others exuded an icy demeanor. Standing at the forefront was none other than the primordial fairy, Vivian.
The nine fairy queens who guarded Avalon, all except the evil fairy Morrigan, were gathered.
"It's truly a pleasure to see you all again."
A voice as sweet as a clear spring flowed into their ears.
The Fairy of the Wind—Cyrine, whom Arkhan had briefly met before, gave him and the others an enchanting smile, casually waving her hand.
A gentle breeze gathered, and a figure suddenly materialized out of thin air.
"Kay?"
Arkhan and the others were slightly taken aback. For some reason, after two months of not seeing each other, Kay seemed to have a hint of loss and dismay on his face.
"Teacher..."
Kay's gaze was somewhat complicated, but he didn't say anything, simply standing quietly behind Arkhan.
Arkhan and Guinevere exchanged a glance, both sensing a hint of confusion in each other's eyes.
Only Merlin, who stood to the side, smiled but remained silent.
Just as Arkhan was about to ask Kay if Cyrene had done something to him, a fierce gust of wind erupted.
Countless flower petals were lifted into the air, dancing in the sky. The turbulent airflow caused the tranquil lake surface to ripple, and countless beings looked up in astonishment at the spectacle.
The sacred light that had enveloped the small hill suddenly spread outwards.
The fairies let out panicked screams and were about to close their eyes, but this time, the light was not as intense as before, as if invisible hands were restraining its power.
The faint sacred light, accompanied by drifting petals, blanketed the island like a mesmerizing midsummer night's dream.
Footsteps resounded clearly.
A petite figure descended from the small hill.
She was like a pure white lily, with eyes as clear as a lake, shining in a holy azure. In her hand, she held a three-foot-long golden sword, exuding an overwhelming sense of nobility that made people want to kneel in worship.
"Lily!" Guinevere exclaimed with delight and rushed towards Artoria, tightly embracing the petite figure.
"Long time no see, Guinevere." Artoria smiled, gently patting Guinevere's back and looking towards Arkhan.
"Teacher, I didn't let you down." Artoria said.
"Yeah, you did it. Congratulations on successfully pulling out Excalibur." Arkhan sighed with a smile.
Although he already knew the outcome, when this moment finally arrived, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
While he didn't know what Artoria had experienced during her two months of trials with Excalibur, he clearly sensed a stronger and more determined conviction in her than before, shining from her holy azure eyes.
In a moment of reverie, he seemed to see the shadow of the once and future king in the young girl before him. It seemed that this time, Artoria had gained more than just the holy sword.
""Yay~""
The fairies around joyously embraced each other, their voices harmonizing like beautiful music, celebrating and blessing the occasion.
"Congratulations, human. Your faith has conquered Excalibur's will."
Vivian, seated on a vine, spoke while observing Artoria, who held Excalibur with a slightly complicated expression.
Since the moment Excalibur was forged, Vivian had tirelessly searched for a suitable wielder, but the sword had never acknowledged anyone. However, she never expected that, in the end, it would recognize this petite girl infused with the power of the Red Dragon, Albion.
'Is this what they call fate?' Vivian sighed softly and extended her hand, summoning the sacred light that had dissipated earlier. It coalesced into a golden scabbard adorned with blue enamel.
"Radiance, salvation, truth, justice, valor, wisdom, morality, survival, honor, humanity, no oppression of the weak, no enmity with the fairies." Vivian looked at Artoria solemnly. "These are the reasons Excalibur chose you. I hope you will always remember this faith, for if you ever fall into darkness, Excalibur will also be tainted."
"I will remember." Artoria replied earnestly.
Vivian nodded and handed the scabbard to Artoria.
"Though Excalibur acknowledges you, you are not its master. It belongs to this planet, forged from the crystallization of the Earth. By pulling it out, you become Excalibur Wielder and an envoy of this planet."
"This is Everdistant Utopia, named Avalon, the scabbard of Excalibur. It won't give you immense power, but it'll shield you from harm. Just remember to look after it well."
As Artoria touched the scabbard, it dissolved into countless light particles and merged into her body.
"Chosen Excalibur Wielder, though I cannot grant you immense power, I hope this blessing may be of assistance to you."
Vivian opened her mouth, and her deep voice seemed to resonate with ancient chants:
"In the Lady of the Lake's name, I bestow upon thee the power to traverse water unfazed by sinking's grasp."
Invisible forces gathered around Artoria, much like the Barrier of the Wind King that Cyrene had bestowed before. Another blessing was now etched upon Artoria.
"Lancelot, have you truly decided to leave Avalon with them?" Vivian turned to the young man with purple hair beside her.
"Yes, Mother. I believe in my choice." Lancelot replied with determination.
He believed that someone chosen and followed by the Excalibur Wielder must be someone worth trusting.
Vivian nodded and then looked at Guinevere, her golden eyes revealing a hint of complexity.
"Excalibur has found its home, and Avalon's mission is complete. From now on, the realm of Avalon will never appear before humans again. Farewell, everyone."
