I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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Thus, the tea party where the two first met came to an end in silence.

For the next two days, the two didn't say anything except for exchanging greetings.

Although Yue Zhengling had gotten used to not having to sleep, he would always find something to do to kill time.

At first, he admired the scenery of this idyllic place. Everything here was so pure, incomparable to the modern environment outside that had been polluted by industrial development.

Even those tourist attractions that claim to be purely ecological or pristine are far from it.

Unfortunately, these views are somewhat monotonous and boring for modern people.

The tranquil plains are covered with colorful flowers, and the only thing that obscures the view is the distant forest. Even if you turn around and look at the whole sky, all you can see is the equally distributed land and the blue sky.

The ground is covered with flowers and insects, the forest with water, green trees, and wild beasts, and at the water source there are beautiful fairies.

Unfortunately, no matter whether they were wild beasts or fairies, they would immediately leave as soon as he approached, hiding in the distance and watching him.

Le Zhengling didn't know if it was because he was an outsider or because they were all shy, but having no one to talk to, he could only return to Merlin in the end. At least there was someone there who was willing to talk to him.

Moreover, he always felt that exploring to this point was enough. Although the island had no end, the scenery in the distance would definitely not be better than where he had entered.

After confirming the matter from a high hill, Yue Zhengling turned back. As he walked, he kept looking at the cute white creature two body lengths away from him, feeling quite annoyed.

After Fufu woke up from a full day's sleep, Yue Zhengling wanted to get closer to it, but Fufu seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. Unless it was near Merlin, it would never come into Yue Zhengling's sight.

At first, he thought Fou disliked him, but when he left the Tower of the End and headed into the distance, Fou appeared behind him, following him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Le Zhengling tried to approach it, but Fufu ran away as fast as before, which made him unable to confirm what Fufu wanted to do.

"Oh dear, Fufu, do you want to be my bodyguard, or are you afraid I'll get lost?" As the two walked home, Le Zhengling looked at Fufu, who was wagging her tail and walking ahead, and exclaimed.

“Four~~” After traveling together for two days and two nights, Fu Fu responded to Yue Zhengling for the first time with a long sound.

"Ah? So you really were afraid I'd get lost..." Yue Zhengling nodded and sighed, then realized that she seemed to understand what Fufu was saying.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Wait! Why... why do I feel like I can understand what you're saying?"

Upon hearing his question, Fufu stopped, gave him a very human-like look of disdain, and then let out three short cries: "fo~fofo~fu".

Just when Yue Zhengling was sure she really understood, she was instantly crushed by Fufu's contemptuous words.

What it meant was: "This is the Starry Sea—the Fairy Land. If you stay here for a while, you'll be able to understand all languages."

"Wait, could this be a unified language? Will something be taken from me?" Yue Zhengling asked hurriedly, knowing exactly what the person named Forgotten Recording in Kara no Kyoukai had lost!

But Fufu ignored him and ran forward quickly.

Seeing that Fufu had sped up, Yue Zhengling quickly followed.

Following behind Fufu, they ran out of the forest. The scenery they had never seen before appeared all around them. These were man-made buildings, different from the tower built by Merlin. Although they were already dilapidated, even in the afterglow of the setting sun, one could still vaguely see the solemnity of when they were in good condition.

It was an ordinary-looking stone platform with a deep opening in the center. Fufu stood beside the platform, squatting there and looking at him.

“Four~~ (Come and take a look),” Fufu said.

Le Zhengling guessed what this was; this was the sword stand where the sword of the chosen king had been placed back then.

Back then, knights who aspired to obtain the throne traveled thousands of miles to this sword stand, hoping to pull out the sword stuck here.

Among those people, there were those who craved fame and fortune, those who craved power, those who craved women, and those who craved the revival of Britain, but most of them were probably just people who wanted to follow the crowd and give it a try.

As Yue Zhengling thought this, he reached out and touched the sword stand, and then he saw a scene.

Swords embedded in the rock, and knights who tried to pull them out, only to leave dejectedly one after another. People gathered around the king's selection, watching with rapt attention as the knights placed their hands on the hilts of their swords with serious expressions, then walked away dejectedly.

There were knights who relentlessly challenged the sword multiple times. There were knights who cried out that something must have gone wrong. There were knights who seemed capable of lifting an entire rock, proud of their strength. But none of them could draw their swords.

Finally, everyone left, and no one approached the rock where the sword was stuck. Even the number of people who believed in the prophecy seemed questionable. The sword was left there as if nothing had changed from the beginning.

—Except for that one who was chosen by fate long ago.

"It's better to think carefully before picking up that thing."

Le Zheng heard Merlin's voice, but he knew it wasn't meant for him.

The figure placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and said something to Merlin, but Yue Zhengling did not hear it. Then, a historic moment occurred.

The petite figure drew the sword that was destined to belong only to her, which gleamed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

However, watching this scene, Yue Zhengling felt a little sad, because the girl's life came to an end under the same afterglow of the final battle of Kamran.

Chapter Sixty-Six: A Salted Fish Doesn't Need to Get Stronger

"Is this... the memory of this sword stand?" Touching the seemingly rough sword stand, Yue Zhengling was filled with emotion. This sword stand was the starting point of the Arthurian legend.

"But as the original site of witness, shouldn't the scepter of the Caliburn sword be in its original place? Why is it here?"

He asked Fufu curiously.

However, it wasn't Fufu who answered him, but a voice from behind him: "Because someone threw it in later."

Hearing this completely unnerved voice, Yue Zhengling didn't even bother to turn around and casually asked, "Who is so resourceful as to throw this thing in here?"

"Hmm~ Why don't you take a guess?" Merlin came to his side and said with a smile.

Le Zhengling had some interest and ideas about his suggestion. He carefully observed the sword stand and found that it was full of sword marks, which led him to make a guess.

So he said softly, "The person who threw this thing in must be someone connected to King Arthur, and must be full of resentment towards it, otherwise it wouldn't have left these marks."

As he spoke, he patted the sword stand, saying, "Dissatisfaction could also be resentment or bitterness."

"And why the resentment? Perhaps it's because she wanted to draw that sword in that person's place, but unfortunately she wasn't born yet. With her straightforward and rebellious personality, she must have been very angry about it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Merlin looked at Yue Zhengling in surprise, not expecting that this guy had actually guessed who it was.

However, just as Yue Zhengling was about to give the answer, his palm happened to press on the sword groove, and then something inside was activated.

With a sharp "hiss," as if his flesh had been burned, Yue Zhengling jerked his hand away. But the pain came and went quickly; before he could even cry out in pain, it was gone completely.

He quickly looked at his palm, where there was a thin, long wound that was slowly healing.

"Sword energy leaving its mark! This thing must be in the wrong place, right?" Yue Zhengling grinned as he guessed what had just happened.

"Haha, so there's such a mechanism. Luckily, I didn't touch it!" Merlin looked at Yue Zhengling's palm with schadenfreude. He knew what had just happened, but even before that, he didn't know that there was such a sword aura left in the sword holder.

But this wasn't a bad thing; for Merlin, this sword energy became a perfect excuse to actually carry out his plan.

"Listen, are you interested in becoming stronger?"

Le Zhengling turned his gaze away from the wound on his palm and looked at Merlin with a look of disbelief. "You don't have some ulterior motive or plan to trick me into doing something, do you?"

"Of course not, how could I be so bad?" Merlin said, shaking his head, looking quite unserious. "Look, even a small sword aura can injure you. If it were me, it wouldn't be able to break through my defenses at all."

Merlin drew a circle around himself with his staff, and a faint ripple revealed a defensive spell surrounding Merlin.

"Besides, neither of us needs to sleep here, and we have so much time. Don't you want to use this time to do something meaningful?" Merlin tried to make himself sound serious as he tried to persuade him.

“Hmm, I don’t want to.” However, Yue Zhengling remained unmoved.

“Yeah, then… wait a minute?” Merlin thought the other party would definitely agree and was about to say a few self-praising words, but when he realized what Yue Zhengling had said, he was stunned.

Fufu, who was standing to the side, had already turned around and was lying on the ground laughing so hard she was shaking.

Le Zhengling looked at Merlin with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, "I, Ling Ritian, love to say no to self-righteous people the most!"

After saying that, he clapped his hands, stood up, and stealthily walked towards Fufu, preparing to launch a surprise attack.

However, the alert Fou noticed his approach and quickly ran behind Merlin, peeking out to look at him.

Le Zhengling stood there dejectedly, looking disappointed. He still didn't understand why Fufu was so wary of him!

She was very friendly and offered him help when they first met. That encounter of the third kind was quite memorable. Wasn't that the beginning of a friendship between people of different kinds?

Shouldn't the next part be a story of two people eating, living, and bathing together, taking care of each other, developing a deep friendship, being forced to separate, going through hardships, finally reuniting, and their friendship being elevated to become a model for the world?

Le Zhengling looked at Fou at Merlin's feet with disappointment, his whole being exuding an aura of sorrow.

Merlin looked at him in confusion at first, then looked at Fou at his feet with sudden realization. A brilliant idea popped into his mind. He bent down, grabbed Fou by the back of her neck, lifted her up, and waved her in front of Le Zhengling's face.

Le Zhengling's gaze followed Fufu's movements, a sight that aroused Merlin's playful spirit.

He would raise Fufu's head and then lower it, and then lower Fufu's head as well.

If you move Fufu to the left, Yue Zhengling's head will turn to the left; if you move Fufu to the right, Yue Zhengling's head will turn to the right.

Finally, Merlin drew a five-pointed star with Fou, but this time, Yue Zhengling didn't follow suit. Instead, he stared at Merlin's face with a look that was both scornful and gloating.

Before Merlin could even process what his gaze meant, he cried out in pain. It turned out that Fou had turned around and bit Merlin's little finger with its fiercest teeth. The moment he let go, it defied the laws of physics and leaped up, kicking him hard in the nose.

Finally, it did a triple and a half somersault in mid-air before landing, then ran away quickly, disappearing without a trace.

"Heh, serves him right."

When Merlin was halfway through teasing him, Yue Zhengling had already come to his senses. He liked cats, but not to the point of losing his mind.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry at Merlin's actions, which is why he didn't say anything to remind her when he saw how angry Fou was.

As expected, Merlin received the punishment he deserved.

Merlin, covering his nose, mumbled, "That guy was no joke; he didn't hold back at all this time!"

"Who told you to be so indecent?" Yue Zhengling shrugged, the unpleasantness of being teased earlier had disappeared.

"Ahem." Merlin coughed awkwardly twice, rubbing his nose, and said again, "Don't you really have any interest in becoming stronger?"

Le Zhengling paused for a moment, then asked in return, "Isn't this the safest place in the world?"

"Yes." Merlin nodded. In terms of safety, this place in the Star Inner Sea is unmatched.

Unless the planet is destroyed, the outside world cannot affect this place in the slightest.

"So, since it's so safe, why don't I just settle for being a lazy bum? What's the point of getting stronger compared to someone like me?"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: A Pleasant Chat (Part Three)

Merlin looked at this fellow human who had no ambition whatsoever, speechless, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. But he had no intention of giving up. If it didn't work this time, then he would try next time. There was plenty of time anyway.

Moreover, judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to know the rhythm of life as an immortal being. Merlin is certain that if any more time passes, he will definitely want to find something to do to pass the time.

The process of Le Zhengling's transformation from the time perspective of the short-lived species to that of the long-lived species was the best opportunity for him to intervene.

"It's up to you. Are you going to stay here now?" Merlin asked, looking at the sky that was about to fall into night.

Le Zhengling turned around irritably, "I've already been pricked by this sword stand, how can I be in the mood to look at it? Let's go, let's go!"

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward and then stood still.

Merlin knew perfectly well why he had stopped, but he wasn't looking for too much fun today, so he walked past him with a smile and led him toward the Tower of the End.

Time passed slowly but surely, and another month went by.

During this month, Merlin, as always, watched everything happening in the outside world through his telescope, while Yue Zhengling relentlessly tried to get closer to Fufu.

But no matter how she tried to sneak up on him, use a homemade cat toy, ambush him while he was asleep, or even pet him while Merlin was holding him, she failed every time!

But Fufu did not show any further estrangement because of Yue Zhengling's actions, which made Yue Zhengling feel very strange. This feeling of always having a glimmer of hope made him keep challenging himself.

The reason he kept doing this was because he didn't know what else to do. There were no other entertainment programs here. When he asked Merlin to share his vision that day, the other party said that he didn't understand such high-level magic.

Yes, my disdainful expression at the time made Fufu laugh for a while.

There were no books to read, no TV programs to watch, and no internet to use. It was completely ancient life. He finally understood why people in ancient times went to bed early at night—because there was simply nothing to do!

However, he doesn't need to sleep now, and he has a third more time than when he was a human. So, he has nothing to do except tease Fufu.

He had tried to chat with Merlin before, but Merlin saw through his ulterior motives of wanting to spoil things for him, so whenever he brought up those things, Merlin would always silence him first.

Finally, one day, when the two people and the beast were sitting on the tower drinking tea, Yue Zhengling lay on the table like a dead fish, looking pitiful, weak and helpless.

"Hahaha, I knew you'd turn out like this." Merlin sipped his tea nonchalantly, thinking that his plan was already halfway to success.

"Shut up! You fake magician!" You're supposed to be a Grand Caster candidate, so why can't you even do such a simple magic trick?! Yue Zhengling said without even looking up.

"Oh dear, you can't blame me for that. After all, my magic is an innate ability; I don't need to learn any other magic tricks at all!"

He explained his supposed incompetence with a hearty laugh, showing no remorse whatsoever.

"I'm utterly speechless about you so-called Grand Masters! Israeli Boxer, British Sword Saint, Uruk Axe King! What the hell is this?! Is it because the popularity of melee mages sparked by dried tofu that all powerful magicians now like to charge in with weapons and fight?!"

As if to vent the resentment that had been building up over this period, Yue Zhengling finally couldn't help but complain, and this time Merlin didn't stop him because he heard something very interesting in it.

Merlin, who knew perfectly well who the other two nicknames referred to—the Israeli boxer, the British swordsman, and the Uruk axe king—couldn't resist using these titles to make fun of them and, incidentally, tell them who came up with them first.

Well, even though he doesn't know who "dried tofu" is, that doesn't matter. His other two nicknames are enough to keep him laughing for the rest of his life!