I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Sure enough, I haven't woken up yet."

Without any hesitation, the curse wrist raised his hand and gave himself a mouth.

He had to wake up immediately, maybe while he was indulging in his dreams, those people were still suffering.

"It hurts! Ah!? Isn't this a dream!"

Cursed Wrist stared blankly at everything in front of him, his hands trembling a little.

"Are you moved and want to cry?" Sidica smiled and handed a rice ball to Cursing Arm.

"Huh?! Who wants-"

The curse wrist subconsciously wanted to slap the food in Fishdija's hand.

"Those kids made it for you~" Sidica pointed to the small skeleton made of black rice in the center of the rice ball, and at the same time a small head stuck out from behind Sidica, looking at him expectantly Curse wrist.

"Thank you, really, thank you very much," Curse Wrist wiped his hands vigorously, and took over the child's not-so-good-looking rice ball as if he was holding up a treasure.

"Come on, let's play," Sidica patted the child's head.

"Ah."

"Can we talk now?" Siddija said with a smile.

"You did all this," Cursed Arm carefully hid the rice ball under his clothes.

"Rice balls are for eating, forget it, it's not just me, everyone works together," Sidika looked at the people who were enjoying the long-lost happiness, "All I can give them are plants, their happiness I earned it myself."

"Now I believe you are here to help us," Cursed Wrist supported the slightly crooked mask.

"Ah~ about this matter," Sidica scratched her face in embarrassment, "I'm helping someone deny the Lion King, now she's my boss, you've seen her deciding whether to say this or not Well, it will be embarrassing to take it back later.”

"I believe in you!" Cursed Arm said righteously, "No matter who I meet later, I will not change my thoughts at this moment!"

When Cursed Wrist saw Mordred, whose hair was blown out from playing with the children.

"Knights of the Round Table, I fought with you!"

Chapter 19 Admit Maliciousness, Accept Maliciousness, Master Maliciousness

Just like in the beginning, Cursewrist Hassan, after recognizing that the dignified knight before was Mordred, held his right arm on the spot and expressed that he would perish with Mordred, although he was immediately killed by Sidica. Forced to calm down, but the attitude of the curse wrist from the beginning patted his chest and promised that he would definitely talk about it, and now his face is cloudy.

God knows how Sidica could see from the mask that Cursed Arm was in a bad mood, but Cursed Arm's tone really became very stinky.

"I didn't expect that a sage like Lord Sidica could make mistakes," Cursed Arm persuaded Sidica bitterly, "Lord Sidica, you should never be with someone like Mordred. ."

"Hey! Why do you call him my real name, my lord!" Mordred, as always, was concerned about the strange point.

She was probably used to the attitude of others towards her, or she didn't care at all.

"Rebellious knight Mordred, although I don't know what you think," Cursed Wrist did not hide his killing intent, "but we can't help you, don't forget what you did before."

"I haven't forgotten about slaughtering you," Mordred looked at the Cursed Wrist calmly, "that's why I am here to recruit you."

"Huh?" Cursed Wrist couldn't believe it.

Although it is very unpleasant, but I have to admit that working with Mordred now can improve the probability of their survival. What he said now is just because he can't swallow that breath. As long as Mordred sincerely apologizes, he is not unacceptable.

But what is Mordred doing?Not only did it not quell his anger, but it also stimulated him.

Sidica raised his brows. Although Mordred was an idiot, he was not stupid. Intuition told him that Mordred would say something beyond his expectations later.

The corners of Mordred's mouth rose slightly.

Apologize?Why did she apologize? Her stance is different. She just did what she should do from her stance. Those people also wanted to take her life. Although she was the one who did it first, don't care about such small things.

"You are too weak! Whether it's from the front or the back, as my enemies, you don't even have the ability to make me feel real, so now I'll give you a chance," Mordred stepped on the table, although His face was still paralyzed, but his tone was extremely arrogant, "Standing on my side, I'll give you a chance to kill me, but you better hurry up, or you won't have a chance when I overthrow the king who gave up his heart. "

It's really Mordred's way of answering.

Sidika raised her hand and pressed it on her face, seemingly helpless and couldn't bear to look directly, but the corner of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Not imitating the style of a certain king, Mordred's answer came from his own style.

Even people who hate themselves can show their backs openly.

Admit malice, accept malice, master malice.

You have what it takes to be a king!

Of course, it would be better if you were more mature, and don't show an expression that you can fight with cats all day long.

"You're not kidding," Cursed Wrist was a little stunned, "He actually said that he would give his back to me and the assassins."

"Huh? Don't get me wrong, because it's impossible for you to kill me at all," Mordred waved his hand, "I don't want to waste time, just in one sentence, assassin, now you have a chance to help those who died under my knife To take revenge, all I have to do is to help me open the gate of the Holy City and let me challenge the king again."

"I can't trust you, and I can't bet on the people of this village," Curse Wrist gritted his teeth.

"Who said I wanted you to bring everyone to the battlefield," Mordred lifted his eyes, "Those who have no strength are burdens, and they can stay where they are cool, what I want is to hate me, Those who want to avenge me, and if I can't defeat the Lion King before the end of St. Bar, all places except the Holy City will be destroyed."

The Cursed Arm, who threatened to never compromise, compromised.

This is the reality. Mordred doesn't look like someone who likes to play tricks and tricks. Since he said that you have the opportunity to kill me, there is no need to lie, and Sidica nodded to guarantee Mordred's words. it is true.

It has come to the point where I have to work hard, whether to refuse to change and destroy the village together, or to gamble everything on the rebellious knight in front of me.

Don't you even give me the chance to choose?