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

"You're trying to be brave again, right?" Sidica raised her hand and put it on Mordred's head, rubbing it gently.

"You can't be brave," this time Mordred didn't slap Sidica's hand away with a grin, but muttered with his head lowered, "They think I can give them a happy future."

"You are the one who can give them a happy future," Sidica lifted Mordred to the trunk, "Following the people you trust is a kind of happiness in itself."

"It's easy for you to say," Mordred grinned weakly and fiddled with his hands, "I'm just a rebellious knight, they always hope for the ideal king, no matter how similar the appearance, I am me , she is her."

Only when she was in the same position would she know what kind of pressure the king she longed for was under.

Carrying the hopes of the people, she had to keep her vision long-term, and her hands and feet shivered a little just thinking that those people would fall into a state of doom because of her wrong decision.

She's not ready yet.

Unlike at first, when she was full of hatred and only thought of revenge, people?nation?future?At that time, her vision had long been obscured by the angry flames, and she saw nothing.

The support she received was only those nobles who could not benefit from King Arthur's hands and the commoners who believed that the king was unpopular and insecure.

Now she is not swinging the sword for revenge, but raising the sword in her hand for those who are struggling in the times, the burning anger has long since dissipated, she saw the scenery that she had not seen in the past, and felt that let her breathe difficult pressure.

She was finally standing where she had been longing for, but she hesitated.

It was exactly what Wang said.

"I am not qualified to be a king."

Mordred lowered his head, and his long golden hair slowly fell to cover his face.

"My rebellion has no righteousness, it's just ugly hatred, and there is no future with me."

"It looks like this," Sidica propped her chin up, "willful, childish, and often noisy, most of the negotiation is to give priority to hitting the opposite face with the left fist or the right fist, People who follow such a king are absolutely stupid."

"Hey! It's too much for you to say that!" Mordred couldn't help but raised his head and shouted, but when he thought that the villagers had already fallen asleep at this time, he immediately lowered his voice and held Sidica's clothes in his right hand. He muttered unwillingly, "You regret it, right? You regret choosing me to be your king. It's too late to change my mind. Anyway, I will challenge the Lion King. Although I don't like that guy Lancelot, he is better than me. Better to be king."

"It's really clumsy, magic can only change the appearance, time will test everything, whether you are worth following has already come to a conclusion," Sidica held up Mordred's face, "There are so many fools. Follow behind you, but you only look at the front, it doesn't matter, the people will not only accept the protection of the king, they will also support the king, don't carry everything on your back."

Mordred's eyes widened slightly.

If someone had said this to the king at that time, the king would not have been the perfect king. She would no longer look down on everything indifferently, spit bitterness to her subordinates, and occasionally be willful, throwing away official duties. Running into the crowd, the knights of the round table will definitely handle official duties with a wry smile, and then dress up and go to the crowd to find their king.

Even if the people find out drinking secretly in the tavern, they will only laugh and raise the glass and shout [As a reward for discovering the laziness of the king, I will invite you for this meal! ] Then threw the bill to the knights of the round table who came.

Such a king is not perfect at all, just like an ordinary person, but she can't help fantasizing about such a king, because she will spit back the bitter water when the king spit it back, and when the king decides to run away When playing, she will follow stealthily.

Why are you not the king's magician?

If it were you, I would never stand by, because the king is just an ordinary person, and in order to respond to the people's wishes, he made himself unusual.

"This is the last magic."

Sidica's fingers gently wiped the corner of Mordred's eyes.

"You are the king, a better king than King Arthur."

Chapter 37 Hold the Reins

The sun is rising, which announces the arrival of this new day, and also announces that the countdown to this era has moved forward by another one, but it is all right, and the countdown will always stay at this one.

The white horse of the divine horse appeared in front of the people, riding on it was a girl with dazzling blond hair like golden sand, and the cloak fluttered slowly in the wind.

Bedwell and Lancelot stared blankly at the girl on the white horse.

That is, Mordred, right?

It was precisely because they had been with Artoria for many years that they were extremely shaken at this moment.

Even if Mordred wore the same clothes as Wang, even if she restrained her tone and expression, they could still distinguish between Wang and Mordred, because their eyes were fundamentally different.

Mordred's eyes do not have the responsibility of the king, and he always looks at everything around him with frizzy eyes, as if the word "quiet" could never appear to her, but now she is watching them very calmly.

"The existence of the king is originally a member of the ordinary people, but they understood the responsibility one day and decided to take on this extremely heavy responsibility," Sidica chuckled and walked to the white horse, raised the He grabbed the reins and looked at the sluggish people, "Whether you choose to hide under the king's feet or shoulder it together with the king, the choice is in your hands."

Bedwell and Lancelot looked at each other with a wry smile at the same time.

Although I'm sorry Merlin, they couldn't help but say.

"It would be great if you were by the king's side."

Maybe the future can’t be changed, maybe it’s embarrassing to struggle unwillingly, but as expected, human beings will not want to give up at the last moment, because they are unwilling to do nothing and accept it calmly, at least to the end. A moment!

Human beings are never perfect, and they move forward in embarrassment all the time. It is precisely because of this that human beings will not have a so-called end. Above that embarrassment is an incomparably dazzling brilliance.

Lancelot drew the blade from his waist.

"Lancelot, the knight of the lake, is willing to march with the king."

Matthew subconsciously wanted to raise his shield, but he hesitated for a while because he was probably worried.

Fujimaru Rika pouted and put her hand on Mash's hand holding the shield. She didn't say anything, just smiled.

"Mash Kyrielet, willing to stand up for the king that will never fall!"

"King, it's time to go," Sidica handed the reins to Mordred.

Mordred's eyes moved.

When she holds the reins, then she will shoulder the hope of the people and move forward continuously. She is destined to have a bumpy life. Her ending will either fall to the ground or close her eyes amid the bumps, and she will be destined to miss peace.

That one person chose this ending without hesitation and held the reins.