[Comprehensive] Enkidu

This was perhaps Camelot's darkest hour.

The rebellion of more than half of the princes and clans cast the shadow of blood and sacrifice on this once bright capital.

The villain army headed by Mordred killed all the upright knights guarding Camelot, and it only took half a day to wipe out all the parties of King Arthur's line that had already been marked.

The whole city was filled with deathly wailing, as if the morning laughter was just a delusion.

King Arthur, who was supposed to be heading to Rome, appeared on the battlefield.

Without the protection of any army, holding the chosen sword, looking for the figure of the rebellious knight Mordred.

His blond hair was stained with the blood of the traitor, and his clear eyes were as cold as ice, silently waving the weapon in his hand, piercing the heart of the knight rushing towards him.

Then, more encircled and suppressed people rushed forward.

Fighting hundreds of people with only one person's strength sounds as incredible as a fairy tale.

But "Arthur" did.

The action of killing did not stop for a moment, and the suppression of him by the army was minimal. The rebels who had vowed to take King Arthur's head turned from joy at the beginning to despair.

[Is the person I saw really our king? 】

Such a voice came from the heart of the soldier who had to admit King Arthur's orthodox identity even though he betrayed him.

But he couldn't help thinking about it, the sharp sword pierced his throat.

The monarch passing sideways, as cold and terrifying as a weapon, was the last image in his mind.

The war lasted about eleven days.

Rather than saying that it was a war, it would be better to admit that it was a unilateral massacre of the traitor by the judge.

He did not use any power beyond human beings, and continued to fight only by the instinct of war. In the process of continuously extending the front line, the bones of the villain army stretched from Camelot to the entire country.

In this process, without using the strength of the heroic spirit, even if he can absorb free spiritual power, for the already polluted land, his absorption has long been inferior to the consumption of high-intensity and long-term battles.

But it's all over.

Mordred, who has turned an ordinary battle into a war of attrition and cut his strength, waits for him at the sword fence called Kamlan.

"Arthur..."

The betrayal knight roaring and calling the name of King Arthur, and his sword raised high, all of this is the same as the first sight.

The voice from the bottom of my heart said so.

[Just end it all. 】

[Just kill the person in front of you. 】

Everything can be back on track.

Standing on the blood-colored hill full of corpses, the king, who had been silent since his return, keenly blocked the swift and fierce attack.

An inch of his blond hair fell off on the dark ground soaked with blood, turning into soft light green like spring grass.

The Son of Sin, who had already fallen into a demonic realm, did not notice this alienation, and frantically launched a fatal attack on his father.

When swords are fighting, perhaps also fighting are two hearts that have never been close.

Finally, at the end.

The chosen king's sword pierced through Mordred's helmet and hit the direction of the skull, and Mordred's long sword pierced through the guard's armor and pierced deeper.

Arthur, no, Enkidu, saw the youth's face clearly.

A look of a cub flashed in his eyes. To this day, he is still worried about the child who left suddenly.

it's the kid...

It turned out that what Merlin meant was this reason?

Even though he knew everything, he still pretended to be mysterious and let him guess that he really didn't want to meet another person with such a bad taste.

The Sky Lock, which was supposed to enforce the will to fight, missed for the first time when trying to grab the chance to win or lose.

Mordred's sword pierced his entire body without hesitation, and the sound of the broken spirit core was covered by the buzzing of the red thunder.

Meanwhile, the Sword in the Stone avoided Mordred's deadly spot, pinning his shoulders firmly to the ground.

Blood dripped on Mordred's face.

Warm blood, without any disgusting rusty smell, with a faint sweet taste like dew, in a trance, there is a familiar feeling.

Ignoring the uneasy familiarity, Mordred grinned, covering his face and laughing maniacally.

That great king, after suffering such a fatal injury, should have no chance to stand up again.

Although a little puzzled by Arthur's sudden withdrawal, Mordred was still proud of his swift strike.

Lying on him and lying on the ground full of corpses, King Arthur was finally dragged down by him and fell into the mortal world. Even if the process was disgraceful, his throne now belonged to him.

Even though his body was restrained and he couldn't stand up, Mordred's chest vibration still contained a sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

Until...he saw King Arthur who had returned to Britain from Rome and was anxiously rushing to the battlefield.

He finally knew that he deliberately killed the only person in the world who treated him well.

So far in this life, there is no possibility of being saved.

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After the spirit core is broken, the time it will stay in this world will be very short.

Enkidu put all functions into hibernation to prolong the time in this world.

The clay figurine was puzzled by this subconscious move, but he understood that he was waiting for someone.

I don't know if the signing of Rome's contract will go smoothly. He will definitely feel distressed about the post-war reconstruction after he returns, but it is really great to be able to prevent Mordred from destroying Camelot.

Even Shen Mian couldn't stop the pain that ran through his body, but he could still endure it persistently, as if he was having an endless nightmare and kept walking forward.

What woke him up from the nightmare was the gentle voice of the Master.

"Enkidu..."

That was the first time he saw Arthur like this.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'll be leaving soon..."

Lying in the arms of the Master's lap, staring at the messy look of the other party who had lost his usual tidy image, Enkidu's tone was only calm and relieved.

"But I see, Arthur, your wish has been fulfilled."

This may be the first time Arthur's name has been called like that.

Maintaining the distance between the host and the slave, unconsciously, the relationship between the two is no longer a simple master-slave, but a closer friend.

He tried his best for Arthur from the perspective of a friend, and he felt very relaxed and happy when he stayed with Arthur for more than ten years.

On the coast not far from the hill, the sea breeze blowing in with the waves dilutes the thick bloody smell around.

Everything was so quiet, it was not as if they were saying goodbye quietly, and the hustle and bustle of the battlefield seemed to be far away from the two of them.

Enkidu's hand was tightly held by Arthur, the silent king tightly pursed the corners of his mouth that was always upturned, his lake green eyes quietly looked at Enkidu's increasingly empty body, one after another Tears fell down one by one, so that he pressed himself desperately, so that his tightly closed lips did not let out a sad cry.

He is crying.

The noble and warm king in front of the people, the sharp and cold king in front of the enemy, has been denied countless times, has been targeted countless times, and the country that bears the scars, can face it every time, only this time, he revealed An expression of unbearable sadness.

Enkidu reached for the container containing the crystal tears, and touched his transparent fingertips as if there was nothing.

The young man in his eyes seemed to overlap with a more arrogant man.

He is really a sinful person who has been cursed by the gods.

I have been parting, and I have been bearing the tears of others. Even if it is a utensil, I will feel sad.

"Arthur."

There was a gentle response from the other party as always.

"I'm listening."

"It's really great to meet you."

In this way, I finally spoke out the voice hidden in my heart.

Without any regret, Enki closed his eyes.

Countless dazzling stars turned into beautiful fireflies, just like the night when we first saw them, but the moment these fireflies dissipated, there was no trace of Enkidu anymore.

Wang lost his closest friend on this day.

He froze in place in a daze, the king who always restrained and kept his etiquette, known as the king with no normal emotions, hugged the empty air with tears streaming down his face like a child.

He lost the most precious thing.