Dark Soul Moon

"Does Artoria know about this?"

"The king doesn't know about it. By the way, Your Excellency Merlin, please don't tell the king all this. After all, massacring civilians is a disgraceful thing, and the infamy is left to us... the executioners."

Gareth said mockingly.

"As long as the king doesn't know, then the king is still the perfect king. We don't want the king to be infamous because of this."

she pleaded earnestly.

Looking at Gareth's sincere eyes, Merlin didn't speak.

After a while, he asked, "How can you hide it like this?"

"We the watchers are responsible for killing all survivors, and the soldiers and knights of other troops help us hide this from the king."

Gareth replied.

"...Why would they be willing to help you hide all this?"

"Because, the king saved Britain and shouldn't be stained because of us, all of us think so."

"...Then what about the Lion Rider?"

"The Lion Knight issued these orders. If the incident happens, the Lion Knight...will probably bear these charges himself."

Gareth's tone was sad.

"..."

Merlin stared at Gareth, and after a while, he sighed.

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After Arturia tentatively made a plan to deal with the Roman invasion, she picked up another piece of paper.

That was submitted by Ashes, a proposal to relocate the villagers from the original Saxon territory.

After asking the reason, Artoria agreed with Ashes without hesitation.

The only problem is that the number of villages is too large to be relocated at one time, so Artoria chose to relocate in batches.

If you move out in batches, the supplies are barely enough.

At the same time, in order to avoid other risks, some soldiers will be stationed in each village waiting to be relocated.

"Well... a third of the project has been completed."

After a little calculation, Arturia breathed a sigh of relief.

In this case, the relocation of all the villages will probably be completed next year.

She put down the paper and stood in front of the huge French windows.

The panorama of Camelot came into view.

Looking at the bustling Camelot, Artoria felt a sense of pride in her heart.

She lived up to the expectations of the British people, and she and her knights jointly forged such a prosperous scene.

As long as the Roman invasion is resolved, Britain can develop with peace of mind and find a way to survive the days to come.

"Huh? Is that smoke?"

Artoria seemed to have seen faint black smoke rising.

However, when she looked again, the sky turned azure blue again, as if the black smoke she saw before was an illusion.

"..."

Arturia felt that something had happened.

"Lord Bedivere," she called.

"My lord, is there anything I need to do?"

Bedivere, who was waiting outside the door, came in, waiting for Artoria's order.

He knelt down on one knee, staring at the ground.

"Has anything happened recently?"

Arturia asked.

"!"

Bedivere's body froze, and his expression froze for a moment.

Because he lowered his head, Arturia didn't notice Bedivere's abnormality.

"King, nothing happened recently."

After calming down, Bedivere replied.

The massacre of the villagers by the abyss watchers must not be exposed, otherwise the king's reputation will fall into the abyss.

It can be said that all the knights who know are hiding this matter.