Miss Heber is fighting her way out of the Lostbelt!

"Unreal, powerless... can this thing be called an achievement?" Arthur said.

"No, it's a blueprint." Heber smiled slightly, "a key to unlock future possibilities. With it, all mistakes can be undone."

"It will be a long and lonely journey ahead, so please be patient."

"But I promise, Artoria."

Heber bowed slightly and placed his right arm lightly on his chest.

“At the end of the journey, everything will be fine and everything will fall into place.”

God bless my king.

——[The utopia where I wait forever - Avalon].

[Current Lostbelt Progress: 100%].

[1455·War of the Roses] ended, and [The Knower] logged out.

......

I wanted to shout, but there was no sound.

It seemed as if someone was calling her name in the distance. It was not Arthur, but the name that had been abandoned at the end of the pilgrimage, "Altria".

"What do you want to do after you draw that sword?"

The golden and purple sunset dyed the sky vividly. The girl lying on the thatched straw pile tilted her head and asked herself with a smile.

"Of course, that is to drive the invaders out of Albion." This was my answer at that time.

"Well, what happens after that?" the girl with beautiful green eyes asked. "Becoming the new king who rules Albion?"

"If I must become the new king, I will naturally do my best to do so!" I answered loudly at that time, but then my voice dropped back down. "But being a king would be very troublesome... I have never learned it, and no one taught me."

The afterglow of the sun in the sky gradually faded, the clouds turned blue-purple, and a few stars appeared on the deep blue sky.

"Is that so? From now on, I will be your court mage, a sage who belongs only to you." The girl, holding a straw in her mouth, said vaguely, "You just need to sit on the throne and leave all the troubles to me."

The girl shook her flaxen hair and said, "As long as you don't regret it in the future, that's fine."

"I won't regret it." Artoria replied firmly.

......

The monarch's head dropped slightly, and she transformed back into Artoria.

The power of [Avalon] finally began to take effect on her, expelling the illness from her body, repairing her damaged body, and rejuvenating her aging organs.

The wires that bound her to the Iron Throne fell off silently one by one, and Artoria raised her arms, as if welcoming her new life, or as if hugging someone.

No one hugged her at all.

"Merlin, you big liar..."

The pure white tower has risen from the ground and begun to merge with reality. There is a small room at the top of the tower, which corresponds to the palace where the Iron Throne is located in reality.

At this moment, only this small palace remained unchanged, while the world outside the tower began to undergo earth-shaking changes. Time flowed swiftly and violently, and everything faded and deformed within it, yet everything seemed to be getting better.

This is the true effect of [Avalon].

It is essentially just a blueprint that reveals future possibilities.

However, at the moment when the Lostbelt is about to enter its end, the blueprint can become a lamp that illuminates the darkness, allowing this period of history to continue with the ideal future of the blueprint designer.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will send Altria intact to the future five hundred years from now.

However, the girl sitting on the Iron Throne remained indifferent to all this.

She simply stood up from the Iron Throne, then squatted down, looked at the clear rippling water on the ground, and then placed her right hand on it.

"I crown you the only wife of the King of Albion, the queen who will share his glory forever," she said softly.

The water ripples quietly.

......

This was the scene Morgan saw when he walked into the palace where the Iron Throne was located.

Perhaps it was because no one had visited this place for a long time. When Artoria looked up, she had almost forgotten how to speak, but her eyes were still full of confusion.

"From the Lostbelt to the Fifth, the Fourth, the Temple of History, it was Merlin's deeds that protected us," Morgan replied. "But the old Albion was destroyed with the past. It is because of this that I have truly achieved my deeds."

When his achievements were re-accomplished, Morgan's figure was naturally reshaped.

"Even so, she still fulfilled her original promise." Morgan said, "What about you? What are you doing? Crowning a pool of water as your queen?"

Altria remained indifferent, she sat quietly by the water.

Morgan raised her palm and lowered it again, she looked at Altria sadly and shook her head.

"Al, I hate myself. But the way you look right now is so pathetic that I can't even think of hating you."

She turned and left the palace.

"hehe."

A soft laugh came from the empty hall behind her.

Then the laughter became harsh, sharp, and shrill, worse than a wail.

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Volume 8: Settlement (Seeking votes, support, and collection)

"Settlement in progress..."

"Current Lostbelt - [1455, War of the Roses]. Current Progress: 100%."

"Achievement: King's Guidance - You guided the new king in extracting the Sword in the Stone and witnessed her embarking on her pilgrimage to King's Landing in Albion.

The cornerstone of the kingdom - you will always be in the Albion royal family and play an important role that cannot be ignored.

Turn the tide - no matter how dangerous the situation is, as long as you arrive, you can reverse the predetermined fate and reach the right ending.

Sage - Your wisdom, your means, and your will bring joy to your companions and despair to your enemies.

Court Mage - You rarely use magic to directly solve problems, but the legend of your mastery of magic is passed down through the ages.

Nightmare—you drag tens of thousands of defenseless people into a dream from which they will never awake. There must be a price to pay, but the most important thing is to ensure the continuation of the reign of the King of Albion, to keep her burning like an unquenchable fire, and her royal authority unshakable.”

"Achievements—You have reached the third stage of the path of ascension and completed your achievements."

“Overall rating: A+++.”

Comment: The long pilgrimage has finally reached its end. At the end of the spiral of contradictions, the sage transformed himself into a spark, illuminating the path forward for history.

"Thanks to your efforts, another lost secret history has been confirmed and included in the annals of history."

"—We all salute you, [One Who Knows]."

Heber leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

The aftereffect is too strong.

She picked up the water cup beside her, took a sip, and continued looking at the screen.

"Rewards are being distributed."

"Basic Reward: Merlin's Illusion Collection - Interchange between the inside and outside, inside and outside. Although it cannot achieve the mark again, it can meet almost all of your daily needs.

The pseudo-holy sword, the Sword in the Stone—proof of Albion's royal power. You also possess partial ownership of it. The current highest level of liberation is [Daylight].

Nightmare Bloodline - The noble blood of the inhabitants of the wasteland, which makes you more adept at divination, dreams, and night walks."

"A-level special reward: [The Utopia of Eternal Awaiting - Avalon] - a blueprint for the future, a light that illuminates the darkness, a key to hope.

Since the Fourth History, all achievements have been suppressed and erased by the present world. However, there are exceptions, and they are not the only ones. Until you reach the Daylight, this achievement will remain sealed.

"The above rewards are applicable in all Lostbelts."

"Please exit the Secret History Simulator after receiving your rewards. We will update the simulator version later. The update is expected to take 24 hours."

Heber sat up straight subconsciously.

It was already late, but fortunately, her thrift store still had no customers.

"It really is a golden finger... It's a little different from what I imagined."

Heber had already had some guesses deep in his heart about this secret history simulator that suddenly appeared on his computer desktop in the form of a game.

Now it just confirms my guess.

"Whose cheat code trial version has such a high threshold..." Heber put his hand on his forehead and laughed helplessly, "Well, it's not too late now."

She clicked to receive.

The next moment, cobalt blue starlight fell from the sky.

It felt like a lifetime, yet it was just a blink of an eye.

Heber's petite body suddenly broke free from the computer chair and twitched backward as if struck by lightning.

However, when she was about to fall, the gray-yellow old carpet suddenly expanded and grew taller, the color became more vivid, and it even had a sweet smell - it turned into a huge piece of cheese.

The cheese is springy and soft to the touch.

"Using illusion in the real world is such a wonderful feeling."

Heber snapped his fingers, and the sweet and tempting cheese folded and flattened out of thin air, turning into the gray carpet again.

In fact, even if you don't cancel it actively, it will return to its original shape after three to five minutes.

"I understand the illusion aspect. Even if it can't be compared to when I was playing Merlin, with the blessing of nightmares, it won't be much different... But what about the sword in the stone?"

Hebe was puzzled: "I haven't pulled out the sword from the stone either."

There is no way to test either the sword in the stone or the sealed merit.

As for the illusion, in addition to the time limit, its effectiveness has also been weakened. However, even so, Heber was very surprised.

When she sat back in front of the computer and was about to exit the Secret History Simulator, she found another line of text appeared on the screen.

"The Lostbelt [Rose War] has been completed and is now part of the Fourth History."

This line of text disappeared in a flash, and then new text appeared on the dark green desktop.

"The Secret History Simulator is undergoing a version update. During the update, you will not be able to log in to the simulator. The estimated waiting time is 23 hours and 59 minutes."

Heber clicked the mouse in disbelief and found that not only could the simulator not be opened, but even the keyboard and mouse were not working.

"No, why did you even lock my computer?"

After working for a few minutes, Heber gave up this useless task.

By this time, night had completely fallen, Church Street was brightly lit, and the noise of tourists and pedestrians could be heard from the square not far away.

Heber pursed his lips, got up, went to the bedroom closet, took out a thick coat, and changed his shoes.

"It's closing time."

She went outside, flipped the sign over to the "Closed" side, and locked the door.

It’s too late to cook dinner at this time, so I can only go out to eat... By the way, a new restaurant opened across from the square two months ago.

Albion cuisine, just like the British cuisine in the original world, has a taste that is hard to describe.

It’s not that it tastes bad, but there’s a huge gap between the upper and lower limits.

When Heber first came here, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still confused by the series of attacks from steamed potatoes, baked potatoes, potato slices, and mashed potatoes.

After barely getting used to this set of combo skills, the next step is the exciting combination of fried fish with dough and cold sandwiches.

It's not to the point of being unpalatable, but just enough to fill your stomach.

Fortunately, Heber's recipes have flexible boundaries, and so does Albion. On the other side of the square not far from Church Street, there are restaurants from all over the world.

Some of them claim to have "pure original flavor", while others have made improvements based on local tastes.

Heber's destination is a Gallic restaurant that has just been open for two months. Unlike what one might imagine, the restaurant's signature dish is not high-end Gallic cuisine, but rather its inexpensive and delicious broth.

An average lunch here costs only 15 euros, and dinner including drinks costs 20 euros.

The recipe of broth is very simple, but its origin can be traced back to more than one hundred years ago, in the 1950s.

That was Gaul's golden age, when numerous industrial workers needed a filling, affordable meal. Thus, a thick soup made from beef scraps emerged. In 1896, the first restaurant featuring broth opened in Paris, Gaul's capital, and it still operates there today.