Camelot Dawn

The individual is regarded as the object of his eternal pursuit, and he has made up his mind to dedicate all his affection and loyalty to him on the battlefield and in the palace.But there was always someone around Arthur who tried every means to convince him that he would kill him for something that he didn't even admit.

This was not what he found most intolerable.The most unbearable thing was that Arthur actually came to ask him these things.First it was a cautious insinuation, and then it was a serious injury that still couldn't let go of the attachment.

It's just -- it's just --

Lancelot was so angry that he wanted to laugh out loud.

He should have found out that he and Arthur were different people.Arthur can categorically abandon the knight's creed when he doesn't need it. Arthur thinks that the so-called "taking credit for himself" is a harmless joke, but he is troubled by these things, and feels that it is a great thing that he doesn't understand his principles. regret.In fact, as long as you understand that Arthur is a king and he is a knight, all your troubles will disappear.

——Why should the king understand the knight, why should the king trust the knight unconditionally, why should the king have the same principles as the knight?That is what people expect from their lover, and it is often a luxury.

——And between the king and the knight, after all, there is a natural moat between them.

So Lancelot showed a gentle and polite smile: "Why do you apologize? You never have to apologize to me. I won't blame you for such an insignificant matter."

Arthur felt that something cracked in the air, and something familiar stood up silently.

The author has something to say: Accidentally wrote 8000+, too much nonsense can't be cured OTZ

☆, without beginning and without end

In early November of Camelot 230, the Western Roman army captured Carthage, the capital of the Vandal Kingdom on the southern coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The Vandal King Lemenosos was killed, and the entire kingdom fell under the control of Rome; in November In the middle of the year, Gaul Governor Derangel led the army all the way west from the sea and launched a landing campaign at Malaga, the southern tip of the Visigothic Kingdom, which officially opened the prelude to the war between Rome and the Visigoths.The strength of the two sides is comparable, and the governor relied on the advantage of numbers to win a little bit of the upper hand, and it took half a month to barely gain a foothold on the southeast coast.In the past half a month, due to the several tug-of-war between the two sides, the losses were very heavy, and the temperature has entered the lowest season, so the two sides unanimously chose a temporary truce.Rome took advantage of this opportunity to seize the time to send additional reinforcements to Iberia. The troop carrier, carrying weapons and troops, sailed to Rosedon where Derangel was stationed under strict protection.

Iberia has always belonged to the warm zone of Europa. Even in winter, it cannot reach the point where a drop of water turns into ice.In times of war, this means that the war can still go on without hindrance.So in early December, as reinforcements arrived, Derangel resumed the fighting at Roseton.

Roseton is a city facing the sea and backed by mountains.Fighting here is far less enjoyable than on the Great Plains. It is difficult for a large number of troops to maneuver in this small space. Both sides have to desperately kill the enemy in exchange for more combat space.The more enemies you destroy, the more space you will have, and the larger the space, the easier it is to use your combat power to destroy more enemies.Driven by such motives, this battle in a small town is destined to be extremely tragic.

Of course Hilarion's main force is not here, and what is here is only a small part of the entire army of the Visigoths.Although this small part is elite cavalry, the Roman army is dominated by infantry, but under the premise of holding an overwhelming numerical advantage, Derangel is not worried about being suppressed by the enemy (not to mention that he does not have cavalry).On the contrary, he eagerly planned to wipe out all the enemy troops in front of him.

Amferopol questioned the riskiness of his plan, but he replied: "If it succeeds, it will deal a big blow to the enemy's vitality, and they will become very passive. This risk is worth taking!"

"But..." The words were taken back after only a few words.After all, he is a layman, thought Anferopol.What's more, Rome is also demanding results.This is something both he and Derangel knew well-after Samules was captured and the siege of Servius was broken, Rome began to put pressure on Derangel.Originally, many people in the Senate were very dissatisfied with his arbitrarily attacking Vandals first, coupled with the previous doubts about his motives, prompting them to urge the Governor of Gaul to bring back a justifiable victory-victory against Visigoths.If the governor can't even satisfy this, then his status can be said to be in jeopardy.

Of course, Derangel couldn't allow such a thing to happen, so he immediately launched a second round of offensive without stopping.His goal is simple--destroy as many enemies as possible and drive inland.Since the war against the Visigoths, he has been wandering along the coast.This time, with such a goal in mind, he exerted all his energy.The new reinforcements are the Roman heavy cavalry created by Gordon Tius, and it is also the only force in Rome that can be as heavyweight as the Visigoths. Morale suddenly soared, and everyone believed that they had no reason not to win.

In this case, how could they not win?Rosedon's Roman army achieved overwhelming superiority.The Visigothic army, capable of conscripting and fighting, persisted for a few days before beginning to retreat across the board.Derangel ordered his subordinates not to let go of any enemy that could be eliminated. In fact, it goes without saying that his commanders were more active than him.Therefore, the pursuit of the retreating Visigothic army can be described as massacre. The army of the empire seems to have returned to the time when it was just born, wantonly trampling on the surrounding foreign lands, invincible.

The Visigoths are no longer the backward and weak foreigners.The blood of warriors flowed in their bones, and Rome's arrogance aroused their anger. They turned around, like trapped beasts, with the last will to launch a fierce counterattack.

However, this did not work for the Governor of Gaul.Derangel faced up to the difficulties without changing his face, the methods became more intense, and the casualties on both sides were even heavier.On the low-lying battlefield, the blood left after a great battle soaked the blades of grass-the war was so cruel that it can be seen that both sides are determined to die this time, but the governor of Gaul, who is more powerful Pushed the opponent to death.

"That's enough, don't chase any further, you may encounter the main force of the enemy army if you continue..." Anferopol frowned and warned.

Delangel should have listened to his words, but still shook his head: "No, I have to wipe out this small group of enemy troops."

His secretary expressed great disapproval: "Can a team with less than a hundred people still be called an enemy army?"

"...It's really meaningless," Delangel admitted, and then his tone became a little weak, "but I promised so."

Amferopol was angry, and just before he opened his mouth, Derangel added softly: "To the Senate and the emperor."

Now all the secretary's annoyance turned into surprise. "when?"

Derangel replied: "When I asked Rome for support. The Senate asked me to make such a promise, otherwise this army would not be lent to me." His voice cooled down, "Two days ago they again A message was sent warning me that if I failed to meet their demands, the emperor would consider removing me. Thanks to these scumbags, I must now do my best to kill every single enemy army left, and I can't even think about it Think about the consequences of that and how to deal with it."

Amferopol's eyes were filled with the words "Why don't I know?"Derangel felt that he should be relieved, but the tension and pressure of the past few days made his words very stiff and weird: "Don't think about it, maybe your colleagues just think that you are with me now, It's just a little inconvenient. Once you report to them that I've completed the task, everything will be fine."

"Ah, I hope..." Amferopol said with mixed feelings.

So Derangel continued to pursue westward, as he said, and one after another, he lost the last remnants of this army.But at this time his own army had penetrated hundreds of miles into the coast, and along the way were areas controlled by the enemy.So when the target in front of them disappeared, everyone noticed a terrible fact—the enemy army was gathering from all directions.This is simply the golden opportunity that Rome bestowed on Hilarion!Drangel thought bitterly.

He had to turn around and seek a breakthrough back to Roseton.However, it was difficult to go back at this time. He had to fight endlessly with the enemy troops who came, and while they were fighting, more enemy troops surrounded him.It was a mess!He couldn't even tell who was fighting him, and all his plans were completely disrupted.

Fortunately, the enemy's encirclement was also improvised, and the structure was relatively loose. Relying on this slight omission, Derangel was able to tear a small breakthrough from it, and led his troops to sneak out in the dark.Because of the need to ensure the secrecy of their actions, they dare not light open flames, and almost rely on moonlight and groping to move forward.On a clear night, the light of the stars and the moon is indeed enough for people to see things, but the clarity of this vision is only to be able to see the outline of the object clearly, and the place with a little shadow becomes dim and unclear. What is more impossible to know.

As it turned out, there was an ambush in the shadows this day.When Drangel led his troops forward, he suddenly heard the sound of something being trampled under the horse's hooves, and later he knew that it was the trigger signal.Before he could realize that it was a harbinger of a conspiracy, several arrows shot out from the shadows on both sides of the road, all pointing directly at him and his mount.The horse was hit by several arrows, and it jumped wildly under the pain, throwing him off the horse's back; when he was struggling to get up, a thick arrow shot right into his left leg .

The sharp pain at that moment made Drangel feel that the noise around him and the blurred colors of the night faded away.For a short moment, he lost all feeling as if his soul had left his body, and then he recovered immediately. The surrounding noise was still the same, and many people called him the governor, but he was too painful to speak to respond.With the help of the dim light, he saw clearly what hit his shoe leg - it was an iron arrow as thick as a thumb. It could only be fired by a machine crossbow, and the strong impact made it penetrate his leg The muscles on the chest, the exposed arrows have several rows of barbs.Thinking of the thing that had just passed through his wound, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Afterwards, Delangel remembered that the most amazing thing about that night was actually that after the arrow hit him, the ambushing people never attacked again.I think the ambush that day was reserved for him.But who is it?He didn't know it then, he couldn't think it out, and he didn't have time to think about it at all-he could only think of wild things in his mind at the time.

He heard someone asking him with concern: "My lord governor, are you okay?" It seemed that they were asking if he was still alive.

Don't worry, of course I'm alive, it's just that the Senate is going to mess with me now - that was the last thing on his mind before he passed out.

Later, he was carried on the horse by his subordinates, which he speculated, because when he woke up intermittently afterwards, he always felt that he was in a kind of jolt.The wound didn't hurt anymore, and fell into a strange numbness, which Derangel guessed was due to the poison on the arrowhead.It's really embarrassing for that person, who tried so hard to kill me, but I didn't die in the end, he thought.

I have said that I want to command the Visigothic war, and I want to ensure that Hilarion can survive safely. How can I die so easily.He kept himself sane by talking to the supposed murderer in his mind.Later he couldn't remember what he had said, and later he didn't even have the strength to wake up anymore.

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It was two days before Derangel regained consciousness again, Amphiropol had told him.He woke up, but the fever caused by the wound infection has not subsided. Anferopol told him that the arrow that shot him was several times thicker than usual, and there were barbs on the arrow and poison. It is God's own gift.

"I told you a long time ago...!" Anferopol wanted to reprimand him, but because he was still seriously injured, it was hard to say harsh words, and his awkward attitude angered Drangel I especially want to laugh.Perhaps because he survived the catastrophe, he is now in a surprisingly good mood, and he can even use an understatement when asking heavy topics: "What does the Senate say about this? Are you planning to replace me? Have you told them?"

However, Amferopol really showed a serious expression. "I said," he turned his eyes slightly away from Derangel's eyes, but still spoke with difficulty, "I told the people of Rome that you fulfilled your promise and wiped out all the enemy troops facing you. Victory at the Battle of Roseton. I also told you about the ambush that followed, and the decision of the Senate was—I'm sorry, Mr. Governor! But—they decided to replace you..." He lowered his head and repeated, Seems to be begging for forgiveness: "I'm sorry, Drangel, I'm really sorry..."

Derangel didn't show too much surprise after hearing such a result, after all, he asked it first himself, how inappropriate to be surprised at this time.He just felt as if a small hammer had hit his heart, breaking the thin layer of happy mood that had covered his heart before. "In the end, I still have to be replaced." He lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, "Sure enough, my performance is still not satisfactory—"

"It's not!" Anferopol interrupted him, and then suddenly realized that he had said something that shouldn't be said, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "It's not like that, His Majesty the Emperor is very satisfied with your record, You have to trust me on that."

Now Drangel was intrigued. "why?"

Amferopol looked as if he was in dire straits.Seeing him like this, Delangel began to feel that something was wrong.He is so weak now that he doesn't even have full consciousness, otherwise he would definitely have to sit up and ask for clarification. "What's the matter?"

The wine-red eyes staring at him made Anferopol afraid to tell lies, not to mention that this was not something that could be fooled by lies. "My lord governor, your legs," the blond secretary looked like he was about to cry, "Can't you feel it yourself?"

Drangel didn't feel anything at first, and then he began to find something wrong with himself, and then the blood faded from his face in an instant. "What's wrong with my left leg...?" His eyes were rarely filled with panic, staring at Anferopol for answers, "Why can't I feel..."

The tacit understanding between people is so wonderful, Anferopol didn't say a word, just looked at him sadly, but Drangel could understand what he wanted to express without hindrance.The words passed silently made his blood run cold from head to toe.

After a brief silence, Drangel ordered calmly: "Amphore, help me up, I want to see what's going on."

Amferopol complied wordlessly.After uncovering the quilt, Derangel's face became even more completely pale.

"...Don't be too sad, there's nothing you can do about it, the barb on that arrow tore the muscles in that area, and the wound couldn't heal at all. And there was poison, the blood that flowed from the wound was all It's dark..." Amferopol's voice floated in his ear, but Drangel just stared blankly at the cloud of air.

This was a result he hadn't expected at all.Completely caught off guard, a complete blow.The next thing he faces is not how to keep his command. Everything he has now will face challenges, and he doesn't know how to deal with it at all.He vaguely remembered that when he was 15 years old, his right arm was seriously injured and he could no longer lift his sword. The situation was very similar to the present, but this time he was even more desperate.He couldn't even think of any solution at all.

Total, utter, rambling despair.

"You should take a good rest first," Anferopol seemed to have expected this kind of reaction from him, sighed and helped him to lie down, "No matter what, wait until your fever subsides."

Two days later, Derangel's body temperature returned to normal, his mood was normal, and he appeared to have fully recovered.However, Amferopol, who had seen his state that day, was still a little worried about him, but he didn't think of any way to determine whether he was in a good mental state without hurting his self-esteem, so he could only worry about it himself.Just at this time, Drangel asked him for something and gave him an excellent opportunity.

But what he didn't expect was that before meeting him, Derangel handed him a letter first, and ordered: "Amphora, help me send this back to Rome. I'm now It's not very convenient, and you know it." His tone, demeanor, and voice were all normal, just like every time he gave an order.Amferopol said half-jokingly, "Why are you here again and let me work without saying hello?" while opening the letter, he changed his expression after reading two lines.

He shook the things in his hands: "You wrote a letter yourself asking to stay in office, and you still handed it directly to the emperor?"

Drangel shrugged. "I don't want to have anything to do with those people in the Senate anymore."

"That's not what I meant," Amferopol was a little confused. "With all due respect, how can you continue to serve as the governor directing the war like this?"

Derangel said: "I asked the doctor before, and he said that if I want to install prosthetics, I can walk with practice, but it will take some time; although riding a horse is probably not enough, but in war, command There is no problem. Since this is the case, of course I want to ask to stay, after all, what I lost was a leg, not a brain."

Seeing that he mentioned his broken leg in every sentence, Anferopol was almost convinced that there was really no shadow in his heart.What an amazing ability to recover. How many days did he know about this?But—thought Amferopol regretfully—probably not so.

"Drangel," he persuaded softly, "you don't have to do this to win the breath."

The more dire the situation, the more he had to use various methods to prove that he was no worse than others, so as to do things that forced himself, and in the end he was covered in bruises—Although Amferopol was young, he had seen many such examples.And he was sure that Drangel was the one who would have such an idea, after all he was so strong.But, he thought to himself, the stronger a person is, the easier it is to hurt himself—this is the truth he summed up from so many examples.

"You don't have to be like this. Everyone has already seen your ability and meritorious deeds." He said.

But Drangel gave him a look mingled with sneering, and said:

"Ability and merit, what is that? Do I need to prove it to others? As a recognized Visigoth, I can be the governor of Gaul in Rome. This obvious thing does not need any additional proof. I'm staying for other reasons. Yes, that's what I told you—" His expression was solemn and firm, almost pious, "I want to protect the Visigoth royal family from harm, the most The important thing is Hilarion. Whether I quarreled with the Senate, desperately tried to fulfill my promise, or begged the emperor for nothing, it was all just to stay, and it was all for this purpose."

"You're just—" Anferopol pointed at him resentfully, without saying anything for a long time, he simply lowered his hands in despair, "Forget it! I'm too lazy to bother you! Teach you such things , let’s leave it to the emperor who has read the letter!” After finishing speaking and walking away with the letter, Derangel laughed happily behind him.

He laughed and thought, Amferopol really didn’t know him well enough, he thought of him too weak for a while, thinking he would be crushed by such a result; Not afraid.how can that be possible?In the dead of night, his fear and desperation were driving him crazy.Sudden loss of a leg makes it impossible to fight on horseback for a lifetime. For a general, it is a blow that is no different from killing him.Under such heavy despair, he could only rescue himself from the mud, so Derangel hugged the driftwood named Hilarion.

He wants to protect Hillary Ryan, this is what he said when he was 11 years old, and he has repeated it many times since then, each time becoming more serious.Even though the positions are different, under many illusions, the deepest desire in his heart has never changed. He has been fulfilling his promise in his own way and with the greatest strength he can do.Because from the very beginning, he believed that he would always be Hilarion's knight in this life, because the youth's admiration turned into a hopeless love at some point, no matter how everything around him changed, this rope would firmly hold him He hitches.

No consequences, no rewards.

The author has something to say: A section of the plot was deleted to speed up the progress of the plot without affecting reading.

Good news: The author's other pitfall "Heart of Blood" is just finished writing the full text, and I can concentrate on updating this article until the end!That means the recovery week is more promising XDD

☆, qualitative change

The author has something to say: Last time I forgot to say that the Arthur/Lancelot line of the OTZ Gaul volume ends in Chapter 41, and from this chapter it is the Young Master/General An line==The governor’s side remains unchanged= =

Saying this means... the Gaul roll is coming to an end lol

When Drangel launched the Battle of Rosedon, Arthur had just escaped from a crisis.Because his subordinates were bribed, his surprise attack plan failed, and he was surrounded by Servius. Thanks to the help of his allies, he was able to escape.After getting out, Arthur fulfilled his previous promise to Androme and let his troops come down to rest and be replaced by the Lancelot army who had just recovered.

Whenever Lancelot is mentioned these days, Arthur will feel the feeling of panic in his heart.He didn't feel he had done anything wrong - well, maybe he had offended his chief - but he had apologized!He believed that Lancelot could definitely see that he was sincere, so he couldn't understand why the other party would refuse to forgive.He didn't know the complicated thoughts in Lancelot's heart. The only thing he could feel was that the relationship between the two of them was quietly alienated under Lancelot's vague control.

It's like going back to when they first met, when he was just a king to Lancelot, and Lancelot was just a knight to him, and it took him so many years to narrow some of the gap between them, Now all the hard work seems to be in vain.He was very, very depressed about it.But he didn't dare to ask, because he was worried that paying too much attention to such trivial matters would make Lancelot look down on him even more and make the situation worse.

Because this kind of entanglement has not been straightened out, when Lancelot led the army to the front line, he didn't even go to meet him face to face.

But Lancelot doesn't seem to mind the incident.His offense inherited Androme's focus on mobility and high-efficiency offensive methods, and carried them forward, sharp and unstoppable, without any sign of depression.His left and right wings are Gachris and Gao Wen, and the full understanding of the three of them also played a role that cannot be ignored at this time. The complementing and rounding of each other can be regarded as a model of cluster cooperation.In this way, Lancelot grasped the right time, place and people, and captured the last line of defense around Toctria all the way.

This style of play made it inevitable that the entire army would move quickly and operate at high speed.Even in the relatively stable rear, it has become very busy due to the lengthening of the raid and the increase in the pressure of baggage transportation.Arthur felt a busy and energetic atmosphere around him, and the lingering depression in his own heart seemed the most inappropriate thing in the whole army.

In the end, capturing Servius' base camp seemed to be a matter of course.The heavily fortified city of Tokteria was captured overnight.Servius now probably understands what it means to be "defeated like a mountain"!When Lancelot entered the city of Toctria, it had already entered winter, and the vines and plants that covered the city walls had all lost their leaves, leaving only dense patterns on the pale stones.He had heard that the leaves of these plants would turn red in late autumn, and if he had come a month and a half earlier, he might have seen it.It is said that the red leaves snaked along the vines over the pale walls, as bright as bleeding wounds.

Camelot's 230 years of Christmas and New Years were spent in Tocteria, without the slightest festive atmosphere.If anything, then this huge fortress may be regarded as a gift of God's tacit approval.

After the festival, in early January 231, the campaign against Rome continued.The capture of Toctria marked the completion of the first phase of Arthur's plan. Servius' power in northwestern Gaul ceased to exist, and Arthur's attack turned to the south.At this time, in his southwest direction, although the Roman army had penetrated into the city of Caesar Augusta, they suffered heavy losses, and the Visigoths did not lose their combat effectiveness, and the two sides could still be in a stalemate for a while.In view of this, Arthur was not very worried that his backyard would catch fire, so he was able to put all his elite forces at the front and concentrate on dealing with Servius.

After Servius withdrew from Toctria, he stationed his army in the plain between the Alps and the Po.He has laid out many lines of defense in this flat and wide area. If Arthur wants to enter Italy and threaten Rome, he must either cross the Alps or face his defenses on the plain; There is also a turbulent river standing in front of him.Arthur would never go over the mountain recklessly, and Servius knew this, so he worked hard on his defense line. After all, this was the last barrier to defend Rome behind him.

The final results presented make people have to praise him as an expert in this area.He divided the army into several deployments, closely connected and taking care of each other. No matter which side Arthur used as a breakthrough, he would fall into a situation where he was attacked from both sides.Unless he can take care of all aspects and no dead ends, but Servius knows that his enemy does not have that many troops, so his strategy is foolproof.

He thought confidently: Barbarians on the British Isles, let me tell you why Rome is called the "Empire"!

Arthur didn't know that Servius had made such a careful deployment, but he could guess that the other party was absolutely ready this time.He dislikes nothing more than an enemy deploying large armies to stand ready - because that means the engagement will be protracted.He had neither enough troops nor enough supplies.To be honest, going so far inland, his supply line had become too long and vulnerable, and he had to send additional troops to maintain it.If the front line is going to be a protracted battle, it will be tantamount to worsening the already bad supply situation.Therefore, no matter how many enemy troops are waiting for him in front, the only strategy he can choose is a quick battle.

So he made another personnel adjustment. Androme once again became the vanguard in the center, Lancelot replaced Gao Wen on the right flank, Kay replaced Gachris, and the two troops replaced from the front not only Just to rest, they were arranged to maintain logistics.In this adjustment, the rest of Gakhris and Kowen has already been determined, after all, they have been on the front line for a long time; it is a temporary decision to replace Lancelot from the forward position.It's not even Arthur's own will, it's all Androme's - he's shown amazing foresight in some ways.

Although Androme complained that he was always being treated as cannon fodder, after finally getting a month's rest time, he was not seen recuperating honestly.On the contrary, he seemed to be busier than he was during the war, but what was busy was not fighting the war, but recruiting troops—to be precise, simply “buying horses”.He sent people to collect horses in various ways in the occupied areas, and the army he built had more horses than people. On average, each soldier got at least two horses, and the number could even reach three to four; The camp needed to be expanded, and the allocation of materials was also affected. The troops supporting the logistics complained to him, and the other commanders didn't know what he was going to do, so they all reported to Arthur in the end.Arthur didn't know about this before, so he approached Androme very unhappy and asked him what he planned to do.

Androme pointed to the position of Servius and said: "Due to the flow of the great river, this plain has a large area, and the enemy has enough space to arrange a complex line of defense to contain your majesty's army. The force is weak. The troops want to pass quickly only through continuous high-intensity attacks, and what I am doing is to prepare for future situations."

Arthur looked at him with a half-understanding and half-doubt expression: "Are you going to increase your horses to keep your troops spinning?"

"Yes," Androme nodded slightly, "Humans can maintain the highest efficiency in a short period of time, but horses can't. Then, just by changing the horses, the entire cavalry can be kept at the peak of speed and strength at all times. state--"

"—Is this an experience you brought from Scotland?" Arthur asked abruptly.

Androme gave him a ridiculous look. "No, I learned it when I fought with Attila before." The oriental iron cavalry was able to display such terrifying power, and this combat method played a certain role.

Arthur didn't ask this question any further, just said: "Then when the attack is launched again, you will be the vanguard."

"That's exactly what I meant. Ah, yes," he asked nonchalantly, as if he was the master, "when Gakhris comes down from the front line, let him take charge of the logistics of my army. He is the absolute Someone who won't keep complaining because of the extra workload I give him—Your Majesty also wants his ears to be quieter?"

Arthur walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "Androme, I agree to your request, and I ask you to remember one thing: you are now a member of the Knights of the Round Table, and no longer a general with a golden sword who does whatever he wants. You are my brother like everyone else. Therefore, the plans and decisions you make must obtain my approval, at least let me know. This is to avoid unnecessary delays—can you understand? Such things should not happen again.”

The eyes like molten gold looked at him quietly, without anger or threat, but there was a trace of awe in the stillness, which firmly grasped people's hearts.Androme suddenly realized that he had underestimated the guy in front of him—although he would fight in person, he would listen to the advice of the Knight Commander in tactics, and he would choose the round table instead of the throne—but he was still the king.Being a king has absolute authority, and it is the object that knights cannot overstep.

Now, no matter what, at least he is a knight in title.Although……

Nothing good though.

Then—"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. This kind of presumptuous behavior will never happen again." This is the first time Androme has spoken to Arthur since he joined the Knights of the Round Table