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

The sword that had mortally wounded her pierced through her body.

As long as she is willing, she can dodge at any time, even unscathed, but why is there no action.

"Because I really want your praise."

Mordred lowered his head and muttered.

Once again, the evil sword stained with Wang's blood fell to the ground, and Mordred slowly fell down. She had already reached the limit, but it was because of her stubborn temper that she would not give up until Wang came. He just came to the king.

Now it is time to obediently fall in front of the king, just like before, disappearing unwillingly under the gaze of Wang's nobody.

But at least this time, I'm not alone.

In Mordred's eyes that were gradually losing their light, Sidica and the others who were running towards her were reflected.

I'm sorry, you obviously trust me so much, but in the end I'm still that wayward rebellious knight.

But it's really nice, it's really nice to meet you

Even that dream like an idiot is willing to walk with me.

But sorry, that's about all I can get here.

Magician, next time you must choose carefully, otherwise, you will be wasting your time. How about being the king yourself? If it is you, it will be a great king next to the father. If it is you, I am not I can listen to you.

Mordred couldn't help but wanted to close his eyes.

I'll just sleep for a while, and I'll wake up soon, so at least be gentle with me now.

"Bang-"

Since that day, the holy spear, which has never been released again, fell beside the sword that was stained with her blood, and her hands that would no longer hug anyone were raised and embraced Mordred.

So soft.

Mordred resisted drowsiness and forced his eyes open, only to see a piece of white flowers.

What is this stuff?

Mordred raised his head reluctantly, and saw the face she hated but yearned for so much, and her embarrassed appearance was reflected in the eyes of no one.

Is the king hugging me?

Mordred's face instantly turned red and he pushed Arturia away, slammed into Sidica's arms and began to gasp for breath.

Arturia remained motionless with her hands raised, and although her face was still indifferent, the hair on the top of her head fell down softly.

She is probably lost.

At this time, Mordred also reacted to what he had done.

The king was hugging me just now, and I pushed her away!

Am I stupid! ! !

Mordred covered his face and rolled on the ground.

"Senior, Miss Mordred's spiritual foundation is about to disappear, right?" Mathura pulled on Tatsuka's clothes.

"Well, don't ask me," Fujimaru Rika silently covered her face.

Bedwell spun around in a bit bewildered.

His stance, which was going to be desperate, has become super subtle, and the king doesn't look like he's going to continue fighting, but now he'd be too ignorant in the past.

Anyway, Bedwell hesitated again.

"Go," Sidica raised her hand and patted Bedwell's back, "don't forget that it's because of your hesitation that you became like this."

Bedwell was stunned for a while, then nodded vigorously and walked towards Arturia.

"Carry me," Mordredra, who was lying on the ground, held Sidica's trousers.

Sidica sighed, bent down and took Mordred's hand and carried her on his back.

"It's really a headache for the king."

"Are you still willing to call me king now?" Mordred's hands fell weakly on Sidica's chest, and a faint light slowly overflowed.

"I chose you first," Sidika's mouth rose slightly, "Look at it carefully, the king you long for."

"Well," Mordred's head rested on Sidica's shoulder, and his long golden hair fell slowly.

"Who are you?" Arturia stared at Bedwell suspiciously.

She should remember the knight, but she couldn't remember anything.

"I'm just a third-rate knight, the king doesn't have to remember me, I came to the king just to do one thing," Bedwell knelt in front of Arturia, his silver arm disappeared Now, he slowly raised his right hand, and the dazzling holy sword appeared on his right hand, "King, please raise the holy sword again."

Arturia's eyes narrowed fiercely, and memories began to emerge.

By the way, how could she forget the person in front of her.

"Senior! Bedwell's body!" Matthew's eyes widened.

"Mash, watch here!" Fujimaru Rika held Mash's hand and stared at Bedwell, whose body began to turn into dust, "That is the last atonement of the hero named Bedwell. , and the end of glory."

"I don't need this holy sword," Artoria instinctively took a step back.