Lords of Camelot

She quietly placed her hand on the hilt of the sword, and at this moment her heart gradually calmed down. The noise of knights fighting in the distance gradually faded away from her, and the world seemed to become peaceful.

This is a feeling of loneliness that can make ordinary people feel uncomfortable, as if they have been abandoned by the world. But Artoris had endured this feeling of loneliness for eleven years, and she felt she was used to it. So, it doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable.

Only then did she begin to feel the sword. The hilt was surprisingly easy to hold. It was so difficult to handle so far. It was tumbling in her body, and something was being sucked into the sword as if it was about to burst from the inside. She felt her body getting lighter and lighter.

As long as she raised her hand next, the sword would be pulled out. She was so sure, and she did intend to do so, just a moment before she raised her hand. An armored hand stretched out from the dark space and grasped her wrist. She turned her head to look at the dark space in surprise. Someone wearing armor that she couldn't understand came out of there.

The dark magic dissipated, and she was very familiar with the person under the armor. They had met in dreams for three years. But this is the first time to meet in reality. Artoris admired his previous achievements, but it was a pity that after Merlin told him that he would choose this side, Artoris never heard anything about him again.

But now he is still here. At the last moment when she was about to draw her sword, he reluctantly arrived. He even used the dark space that he had not completely mastered to arrive at the last moment.

"Don't draw your sword yet. Let me ask you, have you ever thought about your fate, your end, what kind of ending you will have?" Davian asked with trembling lips. He had tried his best to control his emotions and body. But he was too emotionally excited and physically too tired at the moment, so he still couldn't make himself look better.

Artoris looked at Davian. He looked dusty and haggard. It was obvious that his life had not been much better recently. But after he learned about the Sword of King Selection yesterday, he immediately rushed here and used all his strength to catch up.

"You know, once you pull out this sword, you will no longer be happy with anyone. You will die more miserably than anyone else, and you will die hated by everyone. I know that your own experience will not change. You don't care about your thoughts. But have you ever thought about it? The ending is not as peaceful as you thought, but fierce. The destruction of Britain is far from what you thought! The whole of Britain will end in war, Artoris, you will mourn the end of Britain among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

The further he spoke, the heavier and more intense his tone became. Artoris knew that what he said was definitely not a lie, and Davian would not test him with boring lies at this time. He really wanted to try to see if he could stop her from pulling out the sword at this time and prevent her from embarking on the path of destiny.

Artoris understood Davian's mentality very well at this time, and he must have been very entangled, but he still tried to resist fate at this time. He didn't want the few friends he had in this life to embark on such a road of destruction. The end of this road was not peaceful sleep, but painful destruction.

But Artoris just put his hand on Davian's face very calmly, looked at his face more carefully, and then said: "My dear friend, my dear Davian, it seems that there is a relationship between me and her." Making a choice really makes your heart painful. And you have already lost her, so you don’t want to lose me just like that. When you saw that ending, you could have chosen to sit back and watch me go to destruction. The end. But you didn’t. You still tried your best to come to me on this day, trying to pull me out of the fate of destruction.”

"I...I can't just watch you go to that kind of destruction. Artoris. I chose to accept the fate of letting you bear that kind of destruction for her. I...at this moment I only feel deeply ashamed. "Davian couldn't help but choke up a little. Even after this period of loneliness, his emotions were not vented. Instead, they accumulated deeper and deeper. Now facing Artoris, of course his emotions would be revealed uncontrollably.

He lowered his head, tears dripping down his face, more out of liking or love for Morgan. His guilt and friendship for Artoris took over now, so when he came here at this moment, he planned to do his best to prevent Artoris from drawing the sword.

But Artoris smiled. She held Davian's face with her free hand and then said: "Actually, I was afraid every day before today. I was afraid of today, afraid of many, many things. But you After today, I suddenly am not afraid anymore, because no matter how many people I will be alienated from, how many people will be afraid of me, and even how many people will betray me. But I know there is one person, he will definitely help me, he will definitely Stand by my side. Because when he was in pain for his own feelings, he still tried his best to come to my side, trying to pull me out of the fate of destruction."

After saying that, powerful magic waves erupted from her body, pushing Davian two steps away. Then Artoris drew out the Sword of King Selection without hesitation and raised it high, her expression was solemn and noble.

In Davian's eyes, Artoris was extremely beautiful at this moment. This had nothing to do with gender or appearance. The way she raised the sword made Davian deeply fascinated by her. In the past, he always said that he would serve the one who drew the Sword of the Chosen King. That was because of his three-year friendship with Artoris. And now he will not hesitate to do his best for Artoris, because at this moment he has been deeply moved by Artoris.

Then Artoris stretched out his hand to Davian, and said: "Come, Davian. Come with me, live for people, to live with people, to leave a future for people. No matter what we will suffer in the end What kind of fate, but before the result comes. During that process, many people laughed, and I think it can’t be wrong.”

Under this lofty oath, Davian couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He wiped his two hands, trying to make his hands as clean as possible, and then held Artoris's hand and said: "If this is your choice, then even if it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, I will I will accompany you until the end. Even if they turn their backs on you and fear you, I will definitely stand by your side and fight for you until the last moment. I swear, Artoris."

"Well, I did receive your oath." Artoris smiled, and then her expression became playful, "Also, just call me Artoria. Artoris is what I want to hide Give yourself a pseudonym."

Davian nodded and hummed. At this time, he had sworn in his heart that he would dedicate all of Britain to the king he recognized. Dedicated to the person in front of him, he vowed that he would definitely do it!