Crimson Servant

The quiet corridor was like a motionless landscape. At this moment, the curtains beside the closed windows suddenly fluttered, a palm-sized bulge disappeared from the bottom of the curtains, and the tassels at the ends of the swinging curtain ropes swayed slightly in the air. Movement appeared in a vase a few meters away. The branches of the green plants in the vase swayed slightly, and the young leaves that swayed most strongly were stained with some crystal light powder.

Bella, the initiator of all this, was sitting quietly on the door handle of a door. She raised her finger and turned her head behind her to signal for silence. The Pixie's dragonfly wings immediately stopped flapping in response. Bella pressed her pointed ears against the door, trying to listen to what was going on in the room. Her expressions changed continuously, ranging from doubt, confusion and finally surprise. She flew up again and quickly rushed back to her companions.

Vivian and Raven were standing at the corner.

Bella lowered her voice and whispered, "He's in the room!"

"Thank you, dear Bella." Vivian caught the Pickle and let her hide in her hair. Vivian stuck her head out to observe the quiet corridor where Lord Knight Gawain's room was. They had confirmed again and again that the corridor in front of them was the only place in the castle where no one was moving. The place is clean but lacks life, and the knight lord Gawain seems to be resistant to others approaching him.

Vivian turned around and said, "This place gives me a strange feeling, and I suddenly can't remember the adjective."

"Cage." The familiar depressing atmosphere made Raven blurt out.

Vivian glanced at Raven with some sympathy, and was about to go to the Lord Knight's room with the warrior to convince Gawain.

Raven grabbed her.

"I can do it alone."

"But……"

"If Knight Gawain is as we guessed, then he has a hidden hatred for Morgan. Your appearance will not bring benefits to my negotiations. If we guess wrong, the rebellion failed, and Gawain It's just a matter of numbers, one of us, or two of us. You still have your goals, Vivian, do you think you can't deal with your own inversion?"

"Of course not, I'm ready."

Raven nodded.

"Then so do I. I trust the judgment of my companions, and Morena."

Raven maintained his usual calmness, and this calmness made Vivian aware of the warrior's determination. Perhaps the only assistance he should provide is to find the vain queen as soon as possible and kill her when Raven is holding the knight lord back.

Vivian no longer hesitated and headed towards the tower at the top of the castle that belonged only to Morgan. Raven pushed open the door of the Lord Knight's room alone.

Gawain's room had no door lock, and he probably did not expect that someone would be willing and bold enough to break into the room where a Lord Knight rested. There were only some simple furniture inside the room, which seemed extremely small in the huge space.

What Peake sensed was correct, the knight lord Gawain was standing by the only window sill, wearing the knight's armor that seemed to have never been taken off, looking intently at the scenery outside the window.

The arrival of Raven made Gawain turn around. After seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, Gawain unhurriedly drew his sword and faced the intruder.

"You guys are braver than I thought."

The Lord Knight did not release his ability, he just stared at his other self with his murderous eyes. Gawain's temperament is more like a killer than a knight, a killer serving the queen.

This pressure of momentum could not move Raven's eyebrows. He pulled out his two-handed sword, and the pain that penetrated his palms made his expression become more indifferent.

Raven said provocatively: "Aren't you going to use that monster-like power of yours?"

The figure of the knight turned into a silver light and rushed forward. The swords of both sides collided. Gawain's low roar accompanied his powerful and heavy attack.

"You do not deserve."

Raven's expression remained unchanged, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He trusted force more than words. Raven expected that his negotiation with the knight lord would be fought first and then polite. Only force could add weight to words. If it were him, he wouldn't listen to a boastful clown.

First, Gawain must be prohibited from using the blasphemous power of the sun to flip the table. This was one of the reasons why Vivian was sent away. Coming alone, he was exactly in line with the rules of a knight's duel. Raven believed that any warrior with a brave heart would not refuse a duel of swords and swords. His warrior attire is just a factor that appeases Gawain, making the knight lord realize that he is a low threat to him.

This is the queen's castle, and Gawain must have concerns about releasing his abilities here. The warrior's knowing provocation eliminated the last possibility of Gawain using the blasphemous prayer.

It was now a martial arts battle between two men, and Raven was confident in the martial arts he had acquired through fighting on the battlefield.

After exchanging dozens of moves, the warriors pretended to be weak and gradually switched from offense to defense. This gave Gawain a signal that drove Gawain to speed up his attack and consume his energy. Raven did not expect that his other self would be affected so easily. In fact, he had planned the next step in his mind after he failed to lure the enemy. As a knight trained by the regular army, he seems to be a bit more upright than Raven who fights to survive.

Raven originally planned to bring down the Lord Knight after he consumed too much energy, but Gawain, who had obtained the Blasphemous Word, had far more physical energy than ordinary people. He persisted for too long, so long that Raven's long and hard support allowed the Lord Knight to see some clues.

Raven immediately changed his strategy and launched a fierce attack.

He was face to face with Gawain during an upper cut. The Lord Knight tried to use the flexibility of the one-handed sword to deflect the blade, and slashed towards Raven's palm along the blade of the two-handed sword.

Raven did not choose to dodge as he expected. Instead, he got close and grabbed the blade of the Sword of Thorns with his left hand, letting it cut into his palm. He pushed the sword horizontally with both hands, and struck the knight lord with a powerful and heavy impact. The parrying action is unbalanced. Taking this opportunity, the sharp blade of the great sword drove straight in, and the sharpest point was pressed against Gawain's neck.

The fighting sound of gold and iron was over, and both of them knew the real outcome. Raven's breathing was a little heavy, and the blood on his palm was slowly flowing down the Thorn Sword.

He looked at Gawain, who was being held hostage by him, and said to those calm eyes: "Morgan wants to complete the sacrilegious ritual and let the last god fall. He is the creator of your world. The fall of the creator will inevitably cause the destruction of this world. Don't you understand? Your queen is forging her crown with the destruction of her own subjects, and everyone will be held responsible for her greed."

"In the face of the crisis of world destruction, we don't have to be enemies. You don't have to join us, just stand aside and my companions will stop her."

The burnt smell began to spread in the air, and Raven looked into the Lord Knight's eyes. His eyes did not have the same light of hope as his own.

"I don't care." The Lord Knight's anger turned into substantial flames.

"What about her, don't you care either?" Raven happily noticed a trace of wavering in Gawain's eyes, and he knew that his guess was right.

"You know who we are, strangers. We come from another world, a world not ruled by Queen Morgan as she pleases. We can take you away with her, away from Morgan and her damn charm."

The burning and blood loss made Raven's mind go into a trance for a moment. He felt that his thinking paused for a second, and when he came to his senses, an iron fist was hitting him in the face.

Before Raven fell into unconsciousness, she heard the dark and sad whispers of the Lord Knight.

"It's too late...it's already...too late."