In Wales, outside the Brakmoya Cemetery, a girl in black cloak in leather boots in the same color sat blankly by the lake, staring at the small lake in a daze.

This village is relatively remote and is located in a mountainous area. There are libraries and merchants coming to the village regularly, so it is not isolated from the world. She has never left the village, and since her appearance has changed nearly eight years ago, she has been respected by the villagers, even including her own mother.

She had no friends in the village, sat alone by the lake and chatted blankly with the only guy who could be considered a friend.

"Yard, do you think I'm really me? I don't know what I really look like. I'm me, me or her?"

At the age of sentimentality, she sometimes falls into thinking about some philosophical questions without answers. This age is the age of middle school, and everyone occasionally fantasizes about their special abilities.

For her, she doesn’t need to fantasize about special abilities, she is a special existence.

As the descendant of King Arthur's distant relative, the girl Grey has changed day by day since a certain point in time, and her body is getting closer to King Arthur, or Artoria, little by little.

Now, what everyone in the village saw was the girl named Grey's or the famous king, she occasionally thought about it.

The existence she called Yad was a person who sealed King Arthur's holy gun, and who would have thought of a person who had a broken mouth in a metal square in a vertical iron cage.

The existence who was made Yad replied with a smile:

"What, Grey is Grey!"

"Really, Yad always says something useless." Gray smiled.

"He was right, Grey just had to be good at Grey." A strange voice came from Grey's side, scaring her to scream and turned her head to look. A young man who was about the same age as her was sitting next to her at some point, fishing with a fishing rod in one hand, looking at her with a smile.

"Ahhhh..." Grey was almost frightened and leaned back. He held Yad's cage with one hand and barely calmed down.

"It seems that it is not a ghost..." she murmured in a low voice. As a gravekeeper, Gray was very unqualified because she was afraid of ghosts and ghosts. She felt that the person in front of her was indeed a living person, so she became a little more stable.

"May I ask, are you here with the caravan? Do you know me?" she asked tentatively. The village was not big, and everyone knew Grey. It was obvious that the boy came from outside the village.

"I'm rude. My name is Roy Enzworth. Just call me Roy. Compared to that, I'll call you Grey." The young man replied familiarly.

"I have been sitting on this stone and fishing. It's earlier than you. I don't know why you didn't see me, so I just sat next to me." Of course, it was because I used the replacement magic to replace the light in front of me and achieved optical invisibility. The boy added in his heart.

As he said, he bullied himself in front of him, his face leaned against Grey, his eyes facing each other. Grey was startled and quickly turned his face away, pulled his hood, trying to cover his face.

"Sorry, please don't look at my face." Gray said in a little frustrated.

"Because this is not your face, right? Because you are not 'she', and 'she' is not you." As he said, one hand still holding the rod and the other hand on Grey's shoulder, he said before she could dodge:

“Include!”

A wave of magic flashed, and Gray felt a numbness on her body. She stood up alertly and took two steps back, grabbed Yad's cage and asked:

"Who the hell are you and what did you do?"

Instead of answering, Roy took out a small mirror from his pocket, threw it to Gray, and said to her:

"Look at what you are now."

Grey hurriedly took the small mirror and looked into it. In the mirror, the color of the hair exposed under the hood surprised Grey. Her originally gray hair turned black, she was a little uncertain, and hesitantly took off the hood. The face of a girl she had never seen before was reflected in the mirror.

"It's not me, no, it's not 'she', not 'she'..." Grey was murmured in a low voice, and Yad couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, Gray, this kid is unknown, don't just look in the mirror!"

It seemed as if I remembered the current situation, Gray reluctantly put down the mirror, but his tone was more gentle:

"This guy, well, Roy? Is this?"

"Magic, replace magic." Roy explained, "You should know a little bit about the concept of magic. The ability to use magic to change reality. The magic seal on your arm is the product of magic. Although the seals in your cemetery are very different from ours, they are all magic in fundamental terms."

That's right, Gray's arm also has magic seals, which are essentially the same as the magic seals inherited by the Magician family, but they do not carry any magician's desire for the roots. They only carry a simple magic, and they are only a so-called plug-in inheritance and use by generations of gravekeepers. They can only serve as a warning when someone approaches some forbidden zones in the cemetery.

"I just used replacement magic to temporarily change your appearance, making you look less like 'she'. I am a magician, a person who studies magic. You should know how prominent the identity of 'she' is, and it is the existence we are pursuing." Roy said, patting the stone under him, and signaling Grey to come and sit down again.

"It's a pity that I don't know what you should be like. I can just find a decent look and give you a simple disguise."

Unlike his master Weber, Roy has no ptsd for Saber's face, and he will not be afraid or disgusted with Saber's face, nor will he pretend to be disgusted in front of Grey, but will bluntly say the importance of "Altolia".

"In modern times, you can tell the mystery of the elves and the treasures of magic - treasures, and the girl who carries King Arthur's Factor... Gray, you don't realize how precious you are, but other than that, Gray is Gray, and this block is right."

"Who do you call the cube?" Yad protested.

"May I ask... is this..." Gray's head was swollen and at a loss.

"Oh, it's a bit dizzy to say so much at once. I'd better demonstrate it to you."
Chapter completed!