But she experienced a "cycle".

Xiaomi Lien saw the teacher silent. She thought her words could not impress the teacher. She quickly raised her scarred hands: "Hey, teacher, look, my sword is wrong, my breathing is very rapid, I can't keep up with the teacher's movements at all. I can learn too much. Teacher, if Milien doesn't have you, I don't know how to survive."

"No, you were wrong." Mirien shook her head affirmatively: "No one knows better than me. Now you are worthy of this sword than anyone else."

After talking.

Milien made a move with her right hand, and the castle vibrated violently. An ancient sword buried deep in the ground trembled, penetrated the layers of stone walls, flew into the air, and then fell like a meteor, inserted between the two.

It was the "treasure" holy sword buried deep in the ground by the Pandragorn family.

The golden holy sword emitted a dazzling golden light in the sun. Xiaomi Lien looked at the light flowing on the sword's body in a daze.

Mirien looked at the same time, but this sword no longer belonged to her.

She said nothing wrong with this sentence.

There is no one else in the world who deserves this sword more than the girl in front of you.

Including her.

She is not worthy either.

She just gave up the glorious "dead".

Milien smiled: "A man once said that there is no dinner in the world that will last. So it's time to say goodbye."

The girl burst into tears.

She still doesn't know what her teacher looks like.

She was worried, what should she do if she parted today and would never see each other again?

"One day, we will meet again."

"Really?"

"Yes, in the name of 'Knight', I made a vow."

"By that day, I will become stronger and surpass my teacher."

The girl held the holy sword.

On her forehead, a hair was raised stubbornly, becoming a bunch of dull hair that never falls.

At this moment, she officially inherited the glory of her ancestors and became...Knight King.

"Remember, never forget your glory and... pride. Mirien Artoria X Pandragorn."

"Yes, my teacher."

The girl raised her sword high and raised her curved hair high.

On this day,

She made an oath.

She swore,

Never forget glory and pride.

In the name of "Pandragon".

...

...

The sun was as bright as the shade of the trees, and the smiling man waved to Milien from afar.

It's Yi Lin.

"What's wrong? I'm reluctant to let it go?"

Yilin was eating roasted chicken wings.

For the first time, Mirien did not ask for Yi Lin, but lowered her head and was full of worries.

"Here, eat while it's hot. I came in a hurry today and only baked two."

Yilin stuffed another roasted chicken wing into Mirien's mouth.

Mirien bit her.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The mouth is full.

“Aren’t we still alive?”

Yi Lin's smile was as gentle as the spring breeze and soothed by roasted chicken wings. Mirien's depression gradually eased.

"Will she become me one day?"

"Maybe, or it may not."

Yi Lin nodded first, then shook her head.

Mirien was stunned: "Why?"

“Because, there is no ‘I’ in this world.”

Mirien was stunned.

"If you don't meet me, you will not enter the special point of the God-generation; if you don't enter the special point of the God-generation, you will not die; if you don't die, you will not arrive in hell; if you don't arrive in hell, you will not be pushed into the position of a knight by me."

After smoothing the logic in one breath, Yi Lin stretched out her index finger: "Without me, she would not become you. Unless, one day, there is a 'me' in this world. Huh? Why are you laughing? Could it be that you understand?"

Yi Lin was puzzled. He spoke so fast that according to convention, Mirien would not understand.

Mili smiled softly, she was very happy.

But she didn't say anything, just gnawed at the chicken wings.

It's great to meet you.

It's really delicious.

"It's been almost three years."

Yi Lin finished eating the chicken wings.

"I have to go now."

"Um."

Mirien had noticed it long ago.

The dishes this time were so perfunctory, unlike usual. Yi Lin said a different decision from usual, but Mirien didn't feel too surprised.

In recent years, Yilin has been wandering with the local service of the Tower of War and the Tower of Famine, and is committed to using mysterious knowledge such as "magic", "alchemy", "ritual", "witchcraft", "curse", "potion", and "god descendants" to perfect the rules of "freedom law". He and Mirien are far apart, and the interval between each cooking is getting longer and longer.

Mirien's calm surprised Yilin.

He gently touched Milien's hair, stroked his fingers through the gap on his forehead, pausing for a moment.

Yilin threw an exquisite badge into Milien's hands.

"This is?"

"Oh, nothing, Dean Wanhuanhai's identity proof, I accidentally killed an ancient vampire. He hasn't sucked blood for hundreds of years and is a little weak. I took over Dean Wanhuanhai by the way, and now he is the honorary dean."

Yi Lin said lightly about one of his insignificant deeds in the past three years: "Remember, the path we are walking now is 'history', and our future belongs to us will definitely come."

Mirien nodded vigorously.

"When the time is right, everything in the sea of ​​wandering will become your strength."

Mirien nodded again.

Before leaving.

Yi Lin remembered one thing:

"By the way, I took it... Ahem, a few pitiful and confused female students. Coincidentally, they are all called... Sciya von Einzberen."

When Milien heard this, she became alert and raised her eyebrows: "How many...?"

Yi Lin replied calmly: "It's only more than 10,000 in total."
Chapter completed!