The Sixth Level of Academy City

"Is it... a dream?"

Artoria leaned on the holy sword, trying to prop herself up.

After trying a few times and finding that she couldn't use any strength at all, she gave up this meaningless move and just sat quietly on top of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

As a king, she never hated anyone, even if Camelot was severely injured and Xiao Mo, who was dying herself, she never hated.

"That's right...it's not a dream," Artoria realized, and she thought of what she said to Xiao Mo, with a smile on her face, "That child will live happily ever after... in his around."

"My king..."

A vague calling dragged Artoria's thoughts back to reality. Although the source of the sound was far away, she recognized it—it was the cry of her knight, Bedivere.

"Are you here?"

Chapter 235 I Caught You, Don't Run Away

Not long after hearing Bedivere's call, Arturia saw her Knight of the Round Table anxiously rushing towards her.

"My king... that's great, you're still alive." The knight who followed Arturia the first time knelt in front of Artoria. When he found out that the king hadn't died in battle, he felt excited Indescribable.

But this excitement only lasted for a few seconds before it completely dissipated.

"My time is short, Bedivere."

Artoria's current state is very strange. She was seriously injured by Xiao Mo's sword and she was already on the verge of death, but she didn't look much different from when she was not injured.

Apart from her physical inability, she was even able to communicate normally.

Bedivere quickly helped Artoria up, picked up her saber, and helped her walk out of the battlefield.

"My lord, please don't say such things, our nearest camp is only a short ride away from here, and the doctors there will definitely be able to help!"

Bedivere said softly... It's just that he thought it might be a lie to him, right?As a powerful knight in the mysterious era, he can naturally feel that Artoria's life is coming to an end.

But his stubbornness as a subject made him unable to give up his last hope... Maybe Arturia would survive as long as he could be treated in time!

So, while trying not to hurt Artoria, he took her away from the battlefield to find the horse he tied in the forest.

Not long after entering the forest, Arturia suddenly said softly, "Mr. Bedivere... right here."

"My lord, we'll be there soon!"

"No need, Sir Bedivere..." Arturia insisted that Bedivere put herself down.

Bedivere, who couldn't hold back Artoria, had no choice but to lean against a tree and help her sit down.

"My lord, you can take a short rest here. I'll fetch the horses and we can rush back to the camp immediately."

Fortunately, it was not far from Bedivere's war horse, and it took only a minute to walk. He put down Artoria, and planned to find the horse immediately.

"No, we are not going back to the camp, Sir, I need you to complete a very important task now." Artoria's words dispelled Bedivere's thoughts.

Although Bedivere was impatient, he still knelt down in front of Arturia on one knee, bowed his head and replied, "Your will is my direction."

"Take my holy sword. Listen—go through this forest, over that blood-stained hill, and beyond there is a deep lake. Throw my sword into it."

Arturia's tone gradually weakened, like a candle in the wind, which might go out at any time.

The knight was very anxious at the moment, and he dared not disobey the king's order, but he knew better that the king who lost the holy sword went to the protection, and that protection is the reason why the king has not died yet!

In other words, throwing the holy sword into the lake will bring the king's life to an end!

It was the first time that Bedivere hesitated because of Artoria's order, and Artoria also saw the strangeness of the knight, so she forced a smile.

"Bedwell,"

This time, Arturia called the knight by name directly,

"Dreams are things that can be seen after waking up. It's not a different dream, but if you close your eyes, you can see the same thing again...?"

Bedivere raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he still answered Artoria's question, "——Yes. As long as you have strong thoughts, you will see the same dream. I also had the same dream. Experience."

However, every dream is unique, and dreams are meant to be experienced only once.

His own answer was considered a complete lie, but even so, the knight lied.This is the first and last time, dishonesty to the king.

"Very good... go, go throw my sword into the lake..."

"I think it would be better for the sword to return to its sheath."

An unfamiliar voice rang in the knight's ear, and Bedivere's hand was instantly grasped on the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

It's just that before he had time to draw the sword, another hand was placed on his hand, as if it had cast a magic power. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free or draw the long sword.

At the moment when the knight was worried about Arturia's safety, Artoria, who had been lowering her head, raised her head in shock after hearing those words, and looked at Bedivere in disbelief.

The knight was also stunned at this moment, and even forgot to continue drawing his sword—he had never seen Artoria show such an expression.

As a king, Artoria's emotions as a human being are very indifferent. Even Bedivere, who has served her for decades, has rarely seen Artoria's expression change too much.

The most intuitive impression is the king who is calm and calm when encountering anything, and who is calm and composed when encountering any opponent.

"Father...father..."

"Didn't I tell you, don't call me father," Luo Fang let go of Bedivere's hand, and sat next to Artoria, "But you are really as naughty as you were when you were a child, and If you don’t tell me, just run away by yourself.”

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