Lords of Camelot

Tristan was in a good mood today, and he was writing a letter to his wife in his tent. This was the only privilege Tristan enjoyed in the army, and if necessary, he could always arrange for the soldiers of the Tenth Company to return to Camelot to deliver the letter for him.

However, Tristan did not use this privilege. He would only show the letters he wrote to Isolde when he returned home.

These letters simply expressed his longing for and love for his wife. Such things were pleasant to him and could dilute the pain and sorrow on the march.

Along the way, he watched Davian do many things against his will, many, many things, but he couldn't speak. No matter whether he tried to persuade or comfort him, it would only tarnish Davian's iron will. That would be an insult to Davian's heart and reputation. Tristan couldn't do that.

Many times Tristan felt sad and painful for his friend Davitian. He gave up the opportunity to become king, and his actions for the people were not understood by the people, not even by other knights.

At this time, chivalry became some kind of strange mental cleanliness, and became a set of rules that prevented them from doing certain "out-of-the-ordinary" things in reality.

There were many people who opposed the forced relocation and exploitation of the village. It was an unnecessary sacrifice for the knights, and it was also dishonorable for a knight. Although everyone understood that if they didn't do that, there would be more victims, but no knight accepted it, and no one was willing to take that step.

But Davian could give orders without hesitation, he could do it, he could be hated, and he could not care about the unacceptable bad reputation.

Just because it was something that needed to be done, and no one else was willing, Davian offered his hand. If he was needed to do it, he would do it. This would also protect the empty reputation of the other knights to some extent. Tristan wanted to laugh every time he thought about this.

Because he himself could not do such a thing, could not say such a thing. He became a fool who was protected by Davian's meaningless honor, and became a fool who was happy because he didn't have to dirty his hands... a fool?

Tristan always felt that if he told Isolde about this, she would definitely scold him severely.

Why can't I share the lord's worries? Why can't I do things for the lord that seem unpleasant but must be done? Why do I sometimes even feel secretly relieved just because it wasn't my order?

When the two armies met, Tristan also heard that King Arthur had taken the same action. At that time, Tristan smiled bitterly to himself, thinking that the two of them were really of the same kind.

People in high positions have to do that, right? They have to be cruel in order to protect more people.

Tristan felt that it was true that he was called a sentimental knight. Perhaps other knights would not think so much?

They must have been secretly glad that it was not their order, secretly distancing themselves from the two men and saying that beings who could do such cruel things were incapable of governing others, right?

"The king and the lords are just treating us as pawns... They can do everything themselves, and there is no way they would treat incompetent people like us as their own kind."

He had heard such rumors in the auxiliary corps some time ago, which made him feel even sadder.

Didn't he feel honor and pride for the kings and lords who worked hard and bravely to defeat the enemy? How could it become like this now? This was something that Tristan, who once led an army to fight with Davian, could never have imagined.

He now felt as if he had pushed his good friend, the bright and cheerful Davian, into the abyss. But he didn't think it was wrong... because it was their responsibility.

Responsibility, responsibility... In the ears of Tristan in the past, this word was just a simple sentence that was vague and had no real feeling.

But now, as Isolde's husband, Morrison's father, and a Knight of the Round Table protecting Britain, these progressive relationships are making him increasingly aware of what his responsibilities are.

I think the same is true for the two of them. Dragons have their own missions, and lions have their own destiny. They will not escape, no matter how difficult it is, they will face it head-on.

When he thought of this, the feather pen in his hand suddenly stopped. At this time, Tristan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and even wanted to violate military discipline and drink a glass of wine at such a strict time. Such a situation made him, a sentimental person, feel very sad.

At this moment, the curtain of his tent was opened. It was Sir Lancelot who came in. Tristan was very surprised. He really didn't know why Sir Lancelot came to see him at this time.

He actually had a bottle of wine in his arms. The moment the two looked at each other, Lancelot immediately waved. Tristan smiled helplessly...

Well, it's a violation of military regulations. At worst, he'll have to take ten lashes. He can handle it.

The two men went outside and Lancelot unscrewed the cork and filled up both himself and Tristan. After the two drank it all, Lancelot spoke first.

"You've heard it too... They say that the king and the lords are ruthless, and ruthless things cannot govern people. They even accuse... those two adults of not understanding human nature."

Hearing Lancelot's words, Tristan's eyes suddenly opened. Tristan, who was sentimental and sad before, now had a face full of iron and blood. At this moment, only determination was left in his heart.

“I heard that. Although I feel sad about it, I have also accepted this fact. Because this is probably the way it is. If you still keep your human heart, you will not be able to protect people.

If you prioritize your own happiness over the safety of your country and your land, you will not be able to protect anything and will end up losing everything.

Those two gentlemen have embarked on such a path in order to protect Britain and the people on this island. The unworthy knight Tristan has absolute respect and loyalty for them!

Because even the peaceful life that I, the Sad Knight Tristan, can have is earned by the countless sacrifices of those two adults! How can I be qualified to say anything about them! "

At this moment, Tristan's words were so powerful that they shook Lancelot's heart like thunder. But then Lancelot recovered. He would not be suppressed by Tristan's words, because what he was thinking was completely different from what Tristan was thinking.

"I am a knight from a foreign country, which means I am an outsider. The customs and culture you grew up in are different from yours. Fundamentally, my thoughts and yours do not overlap.

Although the British put the island and the country first, I put the individual before the country. I value the happiness of the individual more than the happiness of the country.

So I just feel extremely sad about the current situation. How many times have you seen King Arthur laugh sincerely?

Even Davian...recalling our time in Cornwall, how could Davian do such a cruel thing? Even his laughter is decreasing day by day! "