[Comprehensive] Enkidu

The light of the early morning condenses on the ground profusely, like sparkling water that has not yet dried up. The floating clouds drift away with the warm wind, forming scattered shadows on the ground.

It rained two days ago, and the weather is not particularly good now.

The rare sunny weather can be regarded as a particularly beautiful gift from nature for the soldiers who set out on the ship.

In the hazy water vapor, the dark blue figure standing on the pier looked particularly eye-catching.

The sea breeze wets the ends of his golden hair, and the lake-green eyes are a little more moist and gentle because of the continuous moist water vapor. They don't look as thick as usual, like the holy blue of the buds that have just sprouted, with a youthful look Humanly cute.

Time flies by, and it has been almost ten years since the early days of Arthur's accession to the throne.

The magicians standing side by side thought casually.

For a monster with endless years, these years are just a moment touched by his fingertips. For some reason, he feels that they are obviously longer than any ten years he has spent. It is so long that he waits for a destined ending to slowly begin. Lost the initial anticipation mood.

"Are you sure you want to go to Rome?"

Even though he was going to travel far today, Merlin still asked his disciples in a puzzled tone, as if he was confirming the last corner of the world line.

"I am going to fight Rome with the determination to win, and get a peaceful negotiation. Teacher, don't be discouraged."

The king replied to Merlin's question with an ignorant smile. His confidence was the same as usual. If he was heard by the knights around him, he would be inspired to scatter blood for King Arthur.

"Hey, I know. If you get this contract, Britain can spend a few years of peace in peace."

No one could tell that it was a perfunctory tone, and Merlin also didn't think so, because from a normal point of view, Arthur who got the peace treaty really took Britain a big step in the direction of peace.

but......

"Are you prepared to stay behind? Camelot has to defend well after leaving for so long."

Arthur didn't hear the deep meaning in Merlin's tone, and recalled the decision he had made for a while.

"The Knights of the Round Table all want to see the might of Rome, and only Mordred is left, but I think with Mordred's strength, he should be able to guard Camelot well."

He always had a deep apology for that child.

He has never disliked this Morgan and the blood he created, but the barrier and distance made the two go further and further apart.

At least for now, it is the best arrangement for the two of them to maintain a mediocre colleague relationship. Mordred can still trust him, which makes Arthur somewhat moved.

After returning from Rome, he will start to improve the troublesome father-son relationship. Arthur has never been a father, and he doesn't know what a father should do. Do you want to help Mordred relive his childhood?

"Oh, really?"

The magician's dreamy purple eyes flicked across the floating light. Without looking through these eyes, he could see the countless "threads" entwining Arthur, waiting for the final judgment.

He will go to the end of being betrayed and full of regret and tears.

Although the battle of Rome was victorious and the peace treaty was successfully obtained, King Arthur, who devoted all his efforts to this country, will be judged by his own country's military force after he returns home.

And it was Arthur's son whom he trusted all the time, Mordred the Blood of Sin, who made the move.

It's strange to say that he and Arthur are not human beings, at most they can be called mixed blood, and being more serious, collectively calling them monsters is not an insult to them.

As a monster, the "magician" is close to human beings, and he still maintains the mentality of a monster in his heart to alienate them; while as a monster, the "king" is ridiculed by everyone and is as noble as an artifact and loses his humanity, but he will sacrifice himself for the happiness of human beings. All that's left.

Merlin thought that seeing the birth of a hero shaped by him would produce a satisfied smile, but in fact, the more he went on this road, the more he felt confused.

Enkidu, who can also be called a monster, is different from them?

When he faced Arthur's fate, what kind of changes would he make?

Can't figure it out...

Only God can change the direction of those "threads". The gap between God's creation and God is as far as the gap between human beings and this alien.

If you want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, I am afraid that only stupid people will have such a dream.

The bell for leaving the ship sounded in the distance, and Arthur reminded the still stunned teacher.

"We should go, teacher."

On the huge military ship in front of him, the knights of the round table looked at him and waved to him. Whether they could see it or not, Arthur always kept a gentle smile on his face.

As long as this battle is over, the struggle between Britain and other races can retire, and Britain can usher in real peace no matter what.

Presumably when that day comes, the agreement he and Enkidu made to travel around the world will finally have a chance to be fulfilled.

This may be the softest and warmest part of the cold red dragon's heart in the eyes of foreigners.

The monster, who has never experienced love, mistakenly took that budding love for an incomparable friendship.

He still didn't realize that the person he missed on the boat quietly left the cabin.

Only the magician who followed his disciples out of the boat was surprised to find that the thread (fate) entwined with King Arthur had loosened indistinctly.

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He made an unwise decision.

Running among the overgrown trees to avoid the assembled soldiers, Enkidu still felt out of place at the thought of escaping from the ship bound for Rome.

This feeling of rebellion reminded him of the years of adventure with Jill.

Enkidu originally planned to leave a letter, but Tristan knocked on the door very eagerly—since he somehow became Tristan’s emotional guide, the other party can even chat with him for a long time about ordinary things, often because of King Arthur’s coldness. Ruthlessly ran up to him to express his emotions with a "sigh".

It is really impossible to understand the psychological world of emotionally rich people.

Putting aside thinking about Tristan's reaction when he opened the door and found the empty room, Enkidu looked seriously at the sky above Camelot.

Again.

The evil aura that made him uneasy was entrenched around Camelot, devouring the bright light of Camelot, eager to suppress the vitality of the city of chalk.

Perceiving this power, Enkidu hesitated and chose to leave the Master's side temporarily.

The affairs of Rome are important, but the most important thing is the city-state that King Arthur desperately guarded. If there is any problem in Camelot, Enkidu can hardly imagine how Arthur should deal with it when he returns.

Fortunately, his own mobility allows him to move freely, absorb the free magic power in the air, and he can barely support it without the master's supply.

Enkidu's speed became faster and faster, and later he even transformed his body into spirit particles. It didn't take long for him to see the city of Camelot.

It was the breath of blood that rushed over.

The strong smell of blood made the capital, which only had the fragrance of flowers, show an unprecedented decline. Enkidu managed to calm down his complicated state of mind, and climbed up to the height of the city gate.

After seeing the scene of Camelot, not knowing how to react, Enkidu took a deep breath.

Corpses were everywhere, and the knights guarding the city gate had all been killed not long ago.

King Arthur, who was full of longing to go to Rome, never imagined that the rebels began to move as soon as he left Britain.

【This may be...the end of fate. 】

Enkidu could imagine the ending of King Arthur, who was sieged by traitors after returning from the battle of Rome.

"Mordred."

Calling this name calmly and without any emotion, Enkidu had long expected that the guy he wanted to kill would come to the end of betrayal, and finally showed his hideous true colors.

Since he is no longer innocent, killing him is also allowed.

He has been waiting for this opportunity, and the forbearing beast on his chest showed its sharp fangs, ready to deliver a fatal blow to its prey.

Enkidu jumped down from the city and walked towards the depths of Camelot, where the flames of war were raging. The only remaining emotion on his handsome face was an extremely calm killing intent.

"Are you sure you want to go forward? Arthur is very anxious to find you now, it's better to go back to the boat."

The phantom of the Magician of Flowers looked at him with a smiling face.

"You always ask unnecessary nonsense, Merlin."

The rare sarcasm came out of Enkidu's mouth, causing Merlin to blink in shock, thinking he had heard it wrong.

"Does this incident make you so angry? Or are you mentally prepared to face that betrayed knight? I really can't imagine you and Mordred going tit for tat. If you kill him, I miss you I will regret it..."

"..."

Enki didn't bother to pay attention to the chattering Merlin, and strode forward. If there was any more delay, more people in Camelot would die.

"Moreover, Mordred is targeting King Arthur, even if you appear in front of him, he will not attack you."

Enkidu paused.

He glanced at the unpredictable magician. The smile on Merlin's face disappeared for some time, and the two stared at each other seriously, as if they wanted to see through each other.

"Give me the sword in the stone."

"What... that kind of thing, how could I have it?"

This level of pretending to be stupid is hypocritical at first glance.

"In order to replace the Sword of Oath of Victory, you deliberately hid it. This is what I saw with my own eyes."

"Then there's nothing I can do about it." She pretended to be helpless even though she had the expected triumphant expression on her face. Perhaps the bad taste that has reached this level can only be described as "evil habit".

Enkidu closed his eyes.

The blond king opened his eyes, as if the real Arthur crossed the entire sea area and arrived in front of Merlin's phantom.

He stared at the sword in the stone that appeared in the imaginary number, raised his hand, and held it firmly in the palm of his hand.

Enkidu becomes "King Arthur".

At the same time, Merlin saw that every "thread" about Arthur Pendragon appeared on Enkidu.

The author has something to say: This chapter has written a shocking big story.

Mordred is the love of friendship, while Arthur is the love that has been accompanied for a long time and is overwhelmed. I think you can see it.

Tristan in this world line did not leave, all the Knights of the Round Table were alive, Merlin did not go to Avalon, and chose to observe until the end.