Camelot Dawn

How important, now that I have seen it, I have achieved my purpose.There is nothing you can do for me; but you, if you want to escape Edinburgh, I can take you with me. "

"No, you must have something that I can help with." Akefilo selectively ignored Megana's last words.

The lady in black sighed, and had no choice but to say: "Okay, let me think about it." She walked around the room a few times, and Akefiro waited patiently, and finally Megana stopped. "Create an illusion for me." The golden eyes looked at him seriously.

"Just like that?" Akefilo tilted his head, "It's a bit overkill."

Megana was very firm: "No, as long as this is enough. I just want to see someone again before I leave."

"It's all fake in the illusion." Akefilo pointed out.

Megana smiled. "Fake ones are best." She murmured.

So Megana was soon in a well-arranged illusion.

She walked up the stone steps leading from the foot of the mountain to the palace, passed through the ivory white high and thick wall, passed through the simple and solemn stone hall of the main meeting hall-a place she was never allowed to enter, passed through the history The smooth stone road that has changed over time leads to the south castle of the palace.The servants who came and went saw her and even greeted her.She couldn't help but lament the power of Akefilo's illusion ability, even her own dreams were not so concrete.

She found what she was looking for in the study.This place was a bit out of her expectation, and what she saw surprised her even more.She saw the red-haired queen writing something on the desk with a map under her arm. Megana took a closer look and found that she was writing an order to arrange logistics deployment.Another document next to it had already been written, and the ink was still a little dry. Megana was surprised to find that it was written about the rest and follow-up arrangements for the army returning from the front line.

Guinevere, who was busy writing, probably thought that the maid she trusted came in, and ordered without raising her head: "Cesia, I have finished all the signatures that need to be written and signed. Show it to Merlin and let him..." She finished writing what she had in hand, raised her head, and was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Megana couldn't help but feel a little funny. "My dear Gewei, can't you even distinguish my footsteps from the maid's?"

Guinevere was still speechless.She watched in a daze as Megana walked up to her, walked around the table, came behind her, and put her hand on her shoulder.Her lips were close to the queen's ear: "Gewei, you will not forget me."

"Of course I remember," Guinevere stood up from the chair suddenly, the chair legs scraped on the ground, she grabbed Megana's hand, "You're back? Arthur doesn't know yet, does he? Well, don't distract him for now, but Merlin has to go and let him know. Maybe you should go in person, because I still don't know when you left..."

Megana stopped her next words with a gesture. "I'm not back, Gewei," she smiled slightly, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Guinevere was a little surprised, she asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Literally. I'm going to a very remote place, maybe I'll die there." She gently stroked Guinevere's curly hair, with a hint of coldness on her lips, and deliberately put on a soft tone, "You Never see me again; and if we do, never again will we have the opportunity to talk so close together."

She smiled sarcastically: "Are you happy? No one will provoke you with hot and cold attitudes and sharp words anymore, and no one will take advantage of you anymore."

However, Guinevere frowned, took her hand away from her hair, and said seriously: "I hope you are not serious. I don't hate you for anything; I know you have conflicts with Merlin Arthur, But it doesn't matter, we can solve the problem together. You can stay here temporarily and don't show up in front of Merlin, and I will tell him about it. I will let you see him when he is mentally prepared. When you meet I can stand beside you, and he will be bound by the oath he made to my father not to hurt me, and not to hurt you. Then you can sit down and talk calmly."

A trace of surprise slipped out of Megana's indifferent expression.Guinevere looked up a little, blue eyes looking straight at her, as clear and clear as a Cornish lake. "Believe me, as long as you stay, everything can take its time."

Never had her face looked so vivid, Megana thought.Many images of Guinevere flashed across her mind, how she looked at a loss when she first came to Camelot, how she looked aggrieved and helpless when she was hurt by her indifferent words, how she looked in the dark The way she dodged guiltily when cooperating with the Knights, the pale and painful way she looked when she was taken hostage by herself—there are so many Guineveres, combined, the image is not as vivid as the one in front of me.

When did this change happen?Megana clearly remembered Guinevere still being swayed by her little tricks when she left.In just four months since I left, she has undergone such a big change—she has become capable, calm, and full of energy, and she is becoming more and more like a qualified court hostess—and she has begun to separate from Moga. Na's shadow began to emit a faint brilliance.

My own princess is going to gradually become a queen.

However, this absence lasted only for a moment.In the next second, the surprise seemed to have never existed, Megana took a few steps back, and she was still the tall lady in black. "Give up your clumsy retention, Your Majesty the Queen, I said that I just came to say goodbye. Unless you are willing to go with me—" She herself felt absurdly sneered, "—are you willing to go with me, Guinevere?"

Guinevere let go of Megana's hand. "I can't go with you," she shook her head. "I'm the mistress here. I'm going to manage everything without Arthur."

Megana pointed out mercilessly: "Do you think you will become like Merlin without Arthur?"

"Of course not," Guinevere smiled helplessly. "Originally, Arthur only needed me to be a symbol. But after he left, I suddenly realized that I am also the owner of this place-this really surprised me , what amazed me even more was that for so many years I thought I was a guest—and then I realized that I had the right to manage it, and more so, the duty. I am the hostess, this is my responsibility, but I have not realized it until now. And after I have realized this, Megana, I cannot give up It, continues my previous life."

"But you were dealing with military affairs just now, right?" Megana couldn't help asking.

Guinevere smiled. "It was to help Merlin occasionally." She tucked her hair behind her ears and said with a smile.

Megana felt that it was the first time in her life that she was so clumsy with her tongue.She looked at Guinevere in front of her, and didn't even know how to continue the conversation.Without her noticing, the former princess grew up so quickly, so amazingly.Megana was simply ashamed.

Am I hallucinating?I must be hallucinating.The black-haired witch thought repeatedly.

"If that's the case, then so be it," said a grim look on her beautiful face, "my dear Gerwig, let's say goodbye; if this is a drama, it's over now."

The moment she turned around, she ruthlessly suppressed the pain surging in her chest, her pale face was as indifferent as ice.

Seeing her walking towards the door, Guinevere finally had to believe that she was telling the truth, and quickly grabbed her: "No, Megana, don't go." Megana looked at her, and she tried to say something more Persuasive words to stay, but only repeated pleas left on the lips.

"You've been away for a long time, I miss you, you know? Don't leave again, my lady, is there any misunderstanding that can't be explained? We have enough time, and everything can take its time. I I hope that in the longer years after the misunderstanding is settled, I can have you by my side..."

Megana smiled.It had to be an illusion, she was sure of it now, because the real Guinevere would never have confided to her so plainly.Although hearing these words really made her very happy.

"Dear Gervere, I'm glad you said that, but don't keep me, and don't try to find me." She kissed Guinevere's forehead lightly, and then let go of her hand.

My bright, kind Gerwig, I'm so sorry I've been hurting you and keeping everything from you, I'm so sorry.But what's the use?You never know.In your memory, I will be frozen in that cloudy, ruthless image.You will soon forget me, which is good, because then what happens in the future won't hurt you; it's just that I will feel some pain, but it's okay, I was prepared for this, and I don't intend to be afraid.

Megana always wanted to thank Guinevere, thanks to her existence, her whole life was not completely occupied by revenge.The existence of that princess made the black witch remember many bright and warm things in the world, making her heart cold without losing her gentle humanity.

Even though all this was soon to be lost, Megana still wanted to thank her.If it was possible, she hoped that they could meet again in the afterlife. At that time, she had already unloaded the heavy burden. She could hold Gewei's hand in the sunny afternoon and treat everything that she had not been able to tell her as a story. Tell her the story.

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"How is it, ma'am, did the farewell go well? It took you a long time."

Megana, who came out of the illusion, smiled at him: "I am really amazed at your accomplishments in this area. It's just that there is a very beautiful little deviation - Gewei is not like that. But it's okay, It feels good."

Akefiro raised an eyebrow. "Actually, what you entered was not my illusion," he smiled smugly, "it was that woman's dream."

Megana's eyes widened.

"The person who talks to you in the dream is herself. What she looks like in reality is reflected in the dream. This is what illusionists want to satisfy couples who only dare to say something in their dreams. , the result of painstaking research." Akefilo said with a smile.

The author has something to say: You can tell from the summary that this chapter is a lily blockbuster hhh the author is an uncomfortable star who does not include lily in the danmei novel.

Posting another one today, the first is to celebrate the festival, and the second is to express the author’s excitement after finishing the Scottish roll w I’m a little happy to finish the Gallic roll www

☆, different ways

In early March of Camelot 225, the plan to attack Edinburgh had been drawn up, and the various troops had assigned tasks, and the general attack on Edinburgh was about to begin.However, Lancelot, who has always actively cooperated with Arthur, showed a completely uncooperative attitude this time.Arthur was angry about it, but it was more of a cumulative outburst of dissatisfaction over months.He wanted to ask Lancelot for an explanation in person, but Gao Wen kept getting in his way.

Finally, Arthur couldn't take it anymore: "Please stop in moderation, Lot's son Gaowen. All my questions need Lancelot's answer, not yours. I'm going to find someone at his station now, I hope you Don't follow me!" After that, he planned to bypass Gao Wen to find the answer by himself.The more Gao Wen made excuses for Lancelot, the more he suspected that the two were working together to hide something from him, which he could not understand and would not allow.

Just a few steps away, Arthur heard a sigh from behind, followed by Gawain's cold voice: "Your Majesty, it is very offensive, but I have to tell you that Lancelot himself does not want to see you."

Arthur stopped and turned around. "You better explain?" He clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking a little unhappy.

Gao Wen faintly heard a low laugh, which sounded a bit disdainful.Arthur frowned, and only heard Gao Wen say, "Do you think that after that time, he will still be willing to confide in you?"

that time?Arthur was a little dazed at first, but then suddenly realized, and then pointed out without hesitation: "We have reconciled, and he came to apologize to me in person." He looked at Gao Wen with provocative eyes.

Gao Wen smiled slightly and did not refute, maintaining a flat but neither humble nor overbearing attitude: "Your Majesty, that is what we generally call 'polite'."

Arthur opened his mouth and didn't answer, Gao Wen continued to add a blow: "Actually, I have to say that you are not at a loss, you just lost a friend, but he is still your loyal knight. But, since you don't You're no longer a friend, and there are things he doesn't want you to know, and there's no reason for you to force him to tell you—is there?"

The look in those lake blue eyes made Arthur feel very uncomfortable, as if some kind of authority of his was being questioned.Arthur couldn't help retorting: "Oh, is that so? Then you are the one who is qualified to know everything and stand here to speak for him?"

Gao Wen laughed when he heard this. "I've known him, let's think about it, for more than half a century?" His expression showed the tolerance of an elder to a child, "Your Majesty, when I became the closest person to Lancelot, you even Not born. And now you come to ask me if I am more qualified than you to share everything about him. Yes, of course I am," he leaned slightly closer to Arthur, with a paradoxical look in his eyes, "I have always been his favorite , Dear, close friend."

Listening to these words, Arthur felt a flame burn from his heart to his forehead with a bang.Half a century--he looked at Cowen through gritted teeth--he told him such a thing!And what about "the nearest and dearest" - what the hell is that!This posture is clearly—clearly—Arthur’s fists clenched unconsciously——

"Very, very, good," Arthur squeezed out these three words between his teeth, "In that case, please tell him that I don't want to see him either—it's best not to appear in front of me until the war is won! Oh, I forgot, he has already given up his command—is he hiding from me for this reason?” He couldn’t help but sneered, “It’s really ridiculous, do you think I care about him so much that I will take the initiative to find him? ? Let me tell you, it’s completely overwhelmed!”

He turned and left resolutely, the black cloak drawing an angry arc behind his back.

Going back to his camp, Gao Wen went straight to Lancelot's military tent. Roland was guarding outside the tent, seeing him coming, he let him in.Gao Wen opened the curtain and went in, and saw Lancelot writing something in the sunlight shining from the vent above.His gloved left hand fell at his side, and a lock of blond hair slipped from the hood.Hearing Gao Wen coming, he stopped writing and looked at the person.

"Have you made it clear? It's been hard work, come and sit down." Lancelot's voice was a bit weird, but Gao Wenquan didn't hear it.

He sat down, and pretended to be relaxed and teased himself: "Yeah, it's all clear. I just realized that I am so suitable to play the bad guy."

Lancelot laughed softly twice, and said helplessly: "It seems that you guys are still fighting. That's right, giving up the command right before a decisive battle is indeed too weird..."

No, you are too naive, Gao Wen thought, your majesty is not concerned with this matter at all.But of course he wouldn't tell Lancelot this, just like he wouldn't tell Lancelot that he used the old things between them as ammunition.

Lancelot turned his head, and the black magic that had eroded his neck and face was faintly exposed to the sunlight.The erosion of the blood curse developed gradually, and the flesh and blood peeled off layer by layer where it passed. Now it has just spread to the face, and the scene is horrible.Therefore, he covered his head and face with a hood to reduce the mental stimulation to Gao Wen and Roland.

"Then there is only one last thing I need you to help me with." Although his body endured the intensified erosion of black magic, Lancelot's mind is still very clear, "It is not necessary to enter Edinburgh and kill Akefiro while the city is broken. Difficult, I understand the layout of the city. The only problem is that the soldiers on our side cannot detect the anomaly—so I hope I can use your main attack area."

"No problem, I will help you." Gao Wen replied gently, almost gently.

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Five days later, the armies of both sides had assembled outside the city, and the atmosphere in Edinburgh was unprecedentedly tense.Early this morning, two upturned longships were moored at the pier in the Firth of Forth, and the damp and cold air on the sea was pressing on Megana's shoulders.

"Are you really not leaving?" Megana asked back on the gangway for the last time.

Akefilo just smiled at her, his green eyes curved into beautiful crescents. "Good luck, ma'am."

So Megana understood that this was their last farewell.

The Knights of the Round Table's attack did not achieve any substantial results that day, and Androme and Sunan also suffered heavy losses. The two sides got nothing but new corpses.Arthur was discussing tomorrow's countermeasures with Kai and Gakhris on the entire way back to the camp, and it was very lively from you to me.Gao Wen's residence is in another place, not with them.However, when he walked to the gate of his camp, Arthur saw a person who should have been with Gao Wen and the others.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is welcome. The two adults salute." Roland bowed to the three people on the horse on one knee, and then got up, "May I ask Your Majesty to speak alone? I have something for you to look over."

Arthur was really annoyed by what Gao Wen said a few days ago. These days, he has not treated them very well. Even if he reuses Gao Wen, he is too lazy to give him a good face.Roland, as Lancelot's attendant, was undoubtedly classified as "those people". Although he was not at fault, Arthur felt troubled when he saw him.

So naturally, he rejected Roland's request: "It's wartime now, and military affairs are complicated. If it's an unimportant matter, you might as well wait until after the war is over."

But Roland was unyielding: "No, Your Majesty, it's a very important matter, it's about my husband."

Arthur's face suddenly darkened. "Let's talk about it another day. You can go back." As he spoke, he turned his horse's head and was about to bypass Roland.

After this episode, the discussion among the three was interrupted for a while.After walking for a while, Gachris glanced back, and lightly touched Arthur with his elbow: "Your Majesty, he's still there."

"As he pleases," Arthur replied blankly.

However, after a few hours, when all the military and political affairs were dealt with and Arthur had time to quiet down and be alone, Roland's face surfaced again.He tangled in the military tent for a long time, and finally sent someone to find Gakhris.Gachris arrived soon, and Arthur said to him indifferently: "It's all right now, I suddenly wondered what the attendant said this afternoon. Gachlis, I heard that your attendant and his Good relationship?"

Gachris nodded: "Yes, my attendants are very willing to help friends. For example, after you ignore Roland cruelly, my attendants will see him as pitiful and take him in."

Arthur looked at him in surprise.Gakhris took a step back, raised his finger to the outside of the tent: "The person you are looking for is outside, are you going to let him in?"

His Majesty the King looked at him very strangely.Gachris pretended not to see it, and smiled gracefully, without any affectation in his expression.In the end, Arthur gave up on the pursuit, opened the curtain, and let Roland in.

"What's the matter with you?" After Gachris left, Arthur asked Roland forcefully.

Roland took out a folded document from his pocket and handed it to Arthur.Arthur took the unfolding, and couldn't help but widen his eyes after reading two lines. "You stole your master's letter...?"

Roland's shoulders slumped: "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, but I really can't stand it anymore. Lord Gao Wen tried his best to lie to you. You were really played around by him and completely misunderstood my husband. Although this was also planned by him , but I really can't accept that they do that."

Arthur turned his attention back to the letter, read it carefully, and handed the letter back to Roland.

"I withdraw my accusations against you." Arthur took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, "Roland, thanks to you for telling me these things, otherwise I would really have been kept in the dark."

Roland took the letter and put it away without saying a word.

Arthur looked a little anxious: "Although I don't know who the person who wrote the letter is, and I don't know the ins and outs of the matter, but one thing is clear - he will die soon, won't he?"

"Yes." Roland lowered his head, admitted, and then scolded Akefilo bitterly.

"And he has been arranging for you to hide it from me..." Arthur rubbed his chin back and forth with one hand, and walked back and forth in the tent a few times, looking even more anxious, "Why did he do that? No, now I want to These are meaningless...what should I do?" He was a little confused in front of Roland for the first time.

"His Majesty……"

Arthur shook his head as if awakened suddenly. "Okay, I see, thank you Roland. Now you go back." He regained the majesty of the king.

Roland had to go. "Then you..."

"I'll make a difference." Arthur looked him in the eyes and promised solemnly.

So Roland left.Arthur sat down slowly, feeling a little downcast.

"Why?" He repeated the previous question to himself, but couldn't find a reasonable explanation.Perhaps Lancelot guarded his stubborn pride, he didn't need Arthur to sympathize with him and comfort him, nor did he need his sadness.Perhaps the only impression he wished to leave on Arthur was that of a knight who died with the King of Scotland.However, he allowed Gao Wen to know all this, and helped him conceal it and help him cover it up.This made Arthur feel incomprehensible and distressed.

He recalled what Gao Wen said before.Is it really that important who met earlier than whom?Of course he didn't think so, and Lancelot himself was a perfect example.Arthur had only known him for a short time, but he already felt that his importance far surpassed many people he had known earlier.But it seems that Lancelot doesn't think so. He will indeed try his best to win for Arthur, and he can also have a drink with Arthur, but when facing difficulties, he puts Arthur out of the circle of insiders .

Arthur has always been a pragmatist. He has always believed that the more desperate he is, the less he should lament, and he should look for a solution.For example, if Lancelot told him about this matter earlier, he could have stayed in Camelot by himself and sent Merlin to help him solve the problem.In any case, Merlin is also a magician, and of course he is much more expert than a knight.But Lancelot did not use such a good resource, but he didn't want him to know about it at all.

All this made Arthur feel very hurt.Because he found that he was far less important to Lancelot than Lancelot was to him.

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Although Arthur promised Roland that he would do something, he found it difficult to implement it.All his confidants in the Knights of the Round Table followed him to the battlefield, and only Merlin and Guinevere remained in Camelot.Guinevere, although Arthur knows that she has grown a lot through some feedback from Merlin, but without thinking about it, she knows that it is very unreliable to entrust all the military and political affairs of the country to her.So Merlin, who was the only one left in Camelot now, became a chess piece that could not be moved anyway, a dead end.

This incident disturbed Arthur for the next week, but luckily the situation on the battlefield went relatively well.Androme and Sunan couldn't resist the attacks from so many directions, and began to retreat gradually.A full week after the start of the Battle of Edinburgh, the battle reached its most critical stage.

However, the intense battle on the battlefield seems to have nothing to do with Lancelot.He stayed in the camp, with only Roland by his side.He reckoned that Edinburgh's city defenses would be breached tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and he planned to ask Roland to help him enter the city at that time, and then everything would be easy.Fortunately, his legs were relatively less affected by the blood curse, and he could barely get on the horse's back.However, swinging a sword is more difficult.

Lancelot thought about it one after another, leaning on the back of the chair and dozing off.However, as if in a dream, several clusters of blue will-o'-the-wisps flashed before his eyes, like the wings of a butterfly.This scene seemed familiar. He opened his eyes and found that the blue Mars flashed into reality.Similar scenes from memories came to mind, and Lancelot immediately realized who gave him the signal. He was a little surprised, but also a little suppressed excited.He leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and stood up slowly.

With the saber hanging on his waist, Lancelot raised his right hand and reached out to try to touch the floating undead fire.The left arm that had turned into a white bone suddenly recovered feeling, and the burning pain spread along the bone and spread throughout the whole body, which was the black magic spells responding to each other.With the flame as the center, a magic circle emerged in the air. When Lancelot touched it, he was transported to the place where the caster was by the teleportation magic.

When he was sucked in, he still thought, but forgot to tell Roland.

As soon as he stepped on the steps of the Scottish Royal Palace, Lancelot felt that the blood curse suddenly became active.He felt the flesh and blood on his body disappear quickly, and he also heard the rattling of the exposed bones, the sound was creepy.He had to quicken his pace.

He must arrive alive, he thought vaguely, Akefilo must be killed, this is the most happy ending.Isn't it because of this that he endured the humiliation of dying and Arthur's misunderstanding until today?If it can't be done, it's really a waste of time.

It was the last thing he could do for Arthur.He himself felt that he didn't actually help Arthur. Arthur took great pains to give him a chance to make contributions, but he didn't make good use of it.In the Battle of the Great Wall of Carlisle, he almost wiped out Tristan's troops, but was pierced by Tristan's sword in retaliation, and almost lost his life; he proposed a plan to divide Sunan and Tristan, but it took He fought fiercely in Moloertis for seven days, although there was no difference between victory and defeat; in the battle of Tutatis Plain, he defeated Tristan again, but he underestimated the enemy and went deep, paying a heavy price.Thinking about it carefully, it was Gao Wen, Roland and even Arthur who helped him smooth things out along the way, and he himself never won a real and completely glorious victory for Arthur.Perhaps it is true, as Arthur said, that arrogance is his biggest sticking point, and it is also the reason why he makes mistakes repeatedly.

He understood these now, but there was no chance for him to revise them.He has heard too many examples of such remorse before, and now unfortunately he has become one of them.His life would end there, and the only thing that really helped Arthur was to kill the King of Scots.Even so, he still greedily hoped that he could obtain the qualification to have his name appear next to Arthur in the history books.

Lancelot has always hoped to follow a talented ruler and dedicate his life to him on the battlefield and in the palace.Thank God that he met Arthur Pendragon, so that his loyalty, love and life as a knight had a noble destination.

He used his sword to support the ground and stepped up the last step. Akefilo stood in the center of the hall, just like the silver-haired white clothes in his memory that were spotless.Lancelot let out a heavy sigh, and all the bones in his body fell like falling apart.Ekefilo caught him firmly, and whispered in his ear: "It's already like this... But you still can't hold on to come to me...Lancelot, you are really not afraid of death..."

Lancelot stayed quietly in Akefilo's arms like a corpse, unable to break free even if he didn't want to.Ekefilo hugged him with a sweet and gentle smile, and said in a persuasive tone: "Do you still remember what the oath is about? Summoning the Great Hallows, you must remember. Do you want to try it and receive the third Holy Grail?" A guard? I..."

His words stopped.Lancelot's sword pierced his body from behind, and pierced out precisely from the left chest and heart.Akefilo's expression was distorted in pain, he wanted to maintain the mask of a smile, but the effect was very poor.He let go of Lancelot slightly, saw the expression in the other's intact eye, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "It really is your style, you don't say a word of nonsense."

Alondite is a sword forged in the same furnace as the Holy Grail, and has similar attributes of the Holy Grail.When it came into contact with the blood of the black magician, which it considered dirty, the blade emitted a strong white holy light to purify it, and more blood gushed out of Akefilo's wound.He struggled to hold Lancelot's left hand, where the blood curse magic circle existed, and smiled weakly: "I knew it a long time ago...you can't agree."

Afterwards, Lancelot gradually showed unconcealable surprise on his expression as he listened to what he said.Akefilo looked at his astonished expression very happily, and a little bit of restored flesh and blood woven that expression more completely.The little sacred vessel burned the black mage's flesh and blood, and the severe pain was worse than the erosion of Justitia's blood curse. The pain was so painful that Akefilo wished his soul could leave his body now.But there was still a smile on his face distorted by the pain.

He broke the contract.Dolores said that there are only two solutions to the Justitia blood curse, either Lancelot fulfills the requirements in the oath, or Ekefiro breaks the contract and loses all his spiritual power.For a high-level magician like him, depriving spiritual power is equivalent to depriving life.What's more, there is a small sacred instrument inserted in his chest that glows and glows.

So the final result is that he dies and Lancelot recovers.

"Lancelot, you didn't expect it? You thought you would die, you thought I would hide, you thought I wouldn't save you, but you thought it was wrong. Just like you thought I hated you, In fact, you're totally wrong."

His last words entered Lancelot's mind through illusion. The blond knight looked at the black mage in front of him. His body was quickly shriveled and ashes due to the purification of the holy artifact and the stripping of spiritual power, but Lancelot was inexplicable. He firmly felt that his soul must be smiling at this moment.

His hand was just held in Lancelot's hand, and he reluctantly left until it turned into ashes.

The author has something to say: Little Angel Roland hhh and then Philo finally hangs up (sigh) First, I would like to announce that there will be a special episode with him as the protagonist, CP is Lan ← Love... Lei Zhe skipped.Then no one likes Lily? The author was stunned why there were so few clicks in the last chapter.

Scotch roll is coming to an end lol

☆, oath

Camelot's army broke through Androme's line of defense little by little, and poured into Edinburgh.The commanders and soldiers of the two sides who were intoxicated in the fierce battle did not know what happened in the palace, and suddenly heard a sudden loud noise, which was deafening.The White Stone Palace built on the mountain collapsed with a bang, as if split by countless golden lightning bolts.The familiar scene brought back some long-term memories in Arthur's mind, and he suddenly realized one thing: "Megana!" Without any explanation, he entrusted Kai with the task of leading the troops, and broke out of the siege and ran towards the palace .

In the city, Gachlis, who was the vanguard, and his old opponent fought inextricably. The skills of the two were equal, and it was hard to say who had the upper hand.However, after something happened in the palace, Androme, as if being stabbed by a needle, hurriedly got rid of Gachris, and rode his horse straight to that side.

Arthur ran all the way non-stop, and rushed to the Scottish royal palace, but only saw rubble and white stones on the ground.