Lords of Camelot

Edmond Dantes woke up from the pain. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to find himself lying on a strange bed.

There was a chair at the end of the bed, and sitting on it was a person whom he did not know. He looked very relaxed, and even though he had noticed that he had woken up, he did not say a word.

But just when Edmund was about to take further action, the man spoke: "If I were you, not only would I not move, I would even continue to lie there. Unless you need to go to the toilet, that's another matter."

Hearing his words, Edmond lay back down. He had nothing to do. Now he felt nothing but pain.

"You did a good job. You were able to kill a Dead Apostle like that single-handedly. Although you did it with the Magic Circuits and Magic Seals that were forcibly attached to your body, it can still be considered a heroic feat."

Even as he said these words, his eyes did not leave the book in his hand. It was obvious that Edmund's safety was now completely under his control and there was nothing to worry about.

When Edmund heard his words, he also showed a thoughtful expression...

Yes, I did it before I lost consciousness. I killed that guy, Tarantella... No, I killed Mikhail Roya Baldanyan...

Since he couldn't do anything, he could only kill the boring atmosphere in the room with words. Edmund couldn't help but ask who the person in front of him was, why he was here, why he saved him, and whether he had any intentions towards him.

Hearing his words, this very ordinary man in Edmund's eyes shook his head nonchalantly, and then said that the questions had to be answered one by one, and he would start with who he was.

"My name is Davian Slerik, Lord of Camelot. Young Edmond Dantes, the one before you is a dead soul that has lived since the fifth century."

This was a joke that Davian said, and although it was true, his tone was quite frivolous. But Edmund just nodded, which was not surprising.

Davian was quite satisfied with his calm attitude. After all, he had seen mysteriously blessed Dead Apostle monsters, so it was not surprising that he had some composure.

"But it's hard to imagine that someone who looks so ordinary is actually the Lord of Camelot. Aren't the Knights of the Round Table supposed to be heroic and spirited people?"

Edmund said this, but Davian just smiled and said that he was a special case of the Round Table. The other Knights of the Round Table were all handsome guys, but he was just an ordinary one.

"As for why I'm here, I'm looking for someone, a precious person who haunts me and whom I can't forget. I won't stop until I find that person."

At this he laid aside the book in his hand, and Edmund saw what book he had been reading: it was The Morte d'Arthur, written by Sir Thomas Malory.

Thinking about the legends he knew, Edmond probably guessed who the man in front of him was looking for. Is this loyalty? Just like Conchetta, just like... Never mind, I shouldn't think about it anymore.

"The reason for saving you is simple. I just happened to pass by. And the magic glow from your fight with that dead apostle was as bright as a beacon in the dark night. I just happened to be interested and came to see it. If you can't solve it, I will help you."

This was quite inhumane, meaning that he wouldn't care if Edmund was killed. He would just help him with the aftermath and let the dead apostle on the other side go down to accompany him.

But this was actually what Edmund thought, because he didn't want Davian to interfere. That was his own business, his own revenge! The blood had already been shed, there was no room for others to interfere. If Davian jumped out and interfered, Edmund would drive him away.

Perhaps Davian said this because he had already seen through his character. Anyway, Edmund didn't want to dwell on this topic any more, and this was enough.

"As for whether he had any intentions towards you, I have already saved your life. What else is there to say? Whether he wanted to kill you or do something else to you, you were unconscious long enough. Oh, by the way...do you want me to cremate that little girl?"

Hearing this, Edmund showed a sad expression on his face. But he gritted his teeth and restrained his tears. After a moment of silence, he said, "Please."

Davian shrugged and stood up, and now he walked to the side of Edmond's bed. Edmond realized at this time that Conchetta had always been placed next to him.

He bit his lip, and at this moment he dared to cry without anyone seeing him. Then he looked at the ceiling, which had changed color under the firelight, and swallowed all the sorrow in his heart.

Then there was the sound of something being placed on the bedside table, where Davian placed the beautiful bottle. Conchetta's ashes were in it, and it was up to Edmond to decide what to do with them.

It was at this moment that Edmund finally realized that this was the hotel room he had arranged for Conchetta. The Lord of Camelot must have relied on the traces of the battle to get back here.

"Thank you... I will find a chance to repay you in the future." Edmund said this after everything was over, but Davian just told him not to think about things that were too far away, and he didn't help him because he wanted Edmund to repay him.

"Don't think you can help me just because you are the Count of Monte Cristo. Just as your revenge is your own business, my pursuit is my own business. You can't help me with anything. If you really want to say... you are just an upstart."

Edmond could tell that the last sentence was a joke, but he also felt that it was true, because the man in front of him was a great lord from the distant fifth century, and he was just a former sailor who had earned the noble status of the Count of Monte Cristo with money.

Not to mention that this time he rashly stepped into a mysterious field that he was completely unfamiliar with, and he paid a heavy price for it, a very, very heavy price...

"Okay, you can move now, it's almost done." As Davian spoke, Edmund could feel the pain in his body completely disappear.

Davian stretched out his hand, and at this moment light and heat appeared in Edmund's body. The phoenix flew out of his body and fell into Davian's hand. Then, in Edmund's sight, the phoenix turned into a book.

"I have put some effort into curing your body, and now you are safe. We will meet again in the future if we are destined to do so, Count of Monte Cristo."

After that, Davian walked out of the room. Edmund touched his chest and thought, "I see... No wonder when Conchetta was cremated just now, he didn't feel any heat from the flames. Is that the case?"

But forget it, the most urgent thing now is to leave here, so as not to cause more trouble. As for the matter with the Lord of Camelot, as he said, we will meet again in the future.