The Troubles of the Holy Maiden [Comprehensive]

Seven days later, on the square in front of King Camelot, the guards had put the square under martial law.

The spectators were blocked behind a circle of soldiers, crowded together and discussing in low voices.

It wasn't until noon that the protagonists discussed by everyone appeared on the square.

Noticing this scene, the crowd immediately fell silent after a commotion.

The slender King Arthur with blond hair and blue eyes and the tall Sir Lancelot with black hair and black eyes stood holding swords and looked at each other.

After a long time, Lancelot spoke first, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect us to come to this point. Al, I'm sorry."

Artoria took a deep look at Lancelot and asked, "Why are you sorry?"

Lancelot was a little speechless, he paused, and replied: "It's all my fault, did I embarrass you?"

Artoria gently closed her eyes, and said softly, "I am the one who should say sorry." She suddenly opened her eyes, looked at Lancelot with piercing eyes, and said loudly, "Lancelot, You understand the meaning of this duel!"

"You can only survive if you win, and I, for the sake of my dignity as King Arthur, will never hold back!"

"Lancelot, with the attitude of killing me, do your best!"

Lancelot frowned, clenched his fists, and asked in a low voice, "Do we have to do this?"

Arturia sighed softly: "For Camelot..." She drew out the sword of the vowed victory, and shook it at Lancelot: "Now, draw out your sword."

Lancelot sighed, and slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, making up his mind.

"Your Majesty, Al. My adopted son, Galahad, is a good boy."

"His biological parents died in the Northern War, and I never lived up to my father's responsibilities."

"From now on, please take care of me..."

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Lancelot lost, but he did not die in the hands of King Arthur. The kind King Arthur just expelled him from the Knights of the Round Table and out of Card Merlot.

Fran looked out the window. The prosperous city of Camelot occupies a large area. The outermost city wall cannot be seen at a glance. There are only continuous residential buildings and pedestrians coming and going, but Lancelot is not among these people.

Fran sighed softly: "Come out, have you always been hiding in the shadows and refused to show up until now?" She continued: "Come out, your heart is already jumping out with excitement."

A tall and graceful woman came in from the door. She was dressed in a dark blue palace dress, with long white hair hanging behind her back.She walks slowly, with a slim and charming posture, but there is a strange look on her beautiful face, which makes her look full of mysterious and magical charm.

The woman walked up to Fran slowly, her voice soft and low: "You always look like this, it's really annoying."

Fran said nothing, just looked at her quietly, as if looking at an inanimate cold object.

The woman was a little annoyed by this indifferent attitude, she raised the corners of her mouth, and her voice was full of malice: "You know? Your Majesty, you are going to be burned at the stake. As an unfaithful wife and a witch who plays magic, those Those who have been favored by you don't even want to leave you with a whole body, they just want to wash away your sins with fire!"

Fran still looked at her quietly, without any reaction to her words, and after a while, she said flatly, "Morgan, you hate me."

The woman called Morgan's eyes widened exaggeratedly, and she said frustratingly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you dazzled by sadness and anger? What reason do I have to hate you?"

Fran still said flatly: "This tiara, you helped Al make it." She looked directly into Morgan's eyes: "It not only absorbs magic power, but also absorbs life force, and it will burn the magic-related information in my mind. knowledge. A normal witch, wearing this crown, will definitely not live for three years."

"You wanted to kill me from the very beginning."

"But until now I am safe and sound, so you are anxious. During this period of time, your figure jumping up and down is really hard for me to ignore."

After hearing Fran's words, Morgan suddenly bent down, his shoulders began to shake, and after a while he straightened up and laughed loudly: "Look, what a clever Queen Guinevere! She built the city of Camelot with one hand, and made fun of everyone. In the palm of your hand, Miss Guinevere who controls everything!"

She suddenly looked at Fran again, her eyes burning, and she asked expectantly: "Then, Your Majesty Guinevere, who can read people's hearts, do you know why I am targeting you?"

Fran looked at Morgan seriously. She was much plumper than when she first came to Camelot, and she looked less weak. Her hair was grayer, but her face was still that of a young woman. magic.

"You don't hate Al, but you hate me deeply, but you and I have nothing to do with each other. You got Al's body tissue, you should know Al's true identity, and it has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women. As the king's sister, your status Noble, then it has nothing to do with my status as queen."

Fran figured everything out, and sighed softly: "You are very smart and sensitive. You know about that matter, right? But I didn't arrange it so carefully, so it's not surprising that someone with a heart can find it out."

Morgan still smiled, and applauded softly: "You have lived up to my expectations, you are really smart, Your Majesty Guinevere, no, Lord Frankenstein, or in other words, offering a fake dragon demon to my father Cursed Frankenstein wizard lord."

Fran tilted her head slightly, and said without sincerity, "I'm sorry for what your father did to you."

Morgan laughed so hard that he bent down: "Sorry? You should be sorry!"

"I don't hate Al for killing my father, it's between them. But what about me? What's wrong with me? Why should I be tortured because of your plan? Just because I shed the same blood as my father ?”

"Do you know? The pain of having a blood vessel inserted all over the body, the bone-chilling pain of being sucked out of blood, the pain of being eroded by black magic. When I was most eroded by black magic, I watched my nails fall off, My hair fell out, and the bloody hole that was opened couldn't heal, although I couldn't even bleed a drop."

"What did I do wrong again? I was originally the princess of the kingdom, the most honorable woman in Britain. I had everything, but because of the pseudo-dragon curse, I became an experiment and a blood donor. I lost the blood of the royal family, lost Lost dignity, lost beauty, even lost the right to be a mother!"

"I don't hate Al. She killed my father, but she also freed me. Her embrace is so warm, and it makes me so nostalgic after losing my blood. I can't hate her."

"But I hate you, Camelot, and Britain. You are the culprit of my tragic fate! That's why I want to destroy you, and I will destroy this country in the future."

Fran sighed softly: "You are indeed innocent, but who is not innocent in that old incident? Isn't Al innocent? Isn't Arthur innocent? Isn't your mother innocent?"

Morgan was taken aback: "Mother?"

Fran looked at Morgan: "Don't you know? Your father killed King Uther with the power obtained by sacrificing your mother. Even without the pseudo-dragon spell I gave him, he would treat you for power. Do it like you did to your mother."

Morgan stunned: "Father, did you kill mother?"

Fran looked at Morgan's expression, and continued: "It seems that you really don't know. Well, there are too many right and wrong in this. If resenting me can give you self-comfort, then you can resent me. But Ka Melo is Al's painstaking effort, if you still care about this relative, you should stop in time."

Morgan gritted her teeth and looked at Fran: "Do you think I care about this? Even if I don't attack Al to avenge my father, do you think I will take care of this sister?" She looked at Fran with ill intentions: "I lost you, If you can’t protect you, it will make her suffer! It’s the same pain as I was in the past! This is the result of her own brewing, and it’s her love that pushed you to a dead end.”

Fran nodded indifferently, and looked aside: "Al, you've heard enough."

The bookshelf of the room slid open, revealing a small dark room inside, and the young King Arthur came out of it with a complicated expression.She clenched her fists and stared deeply at the kind and gentle sister in her impression, she couldn't believe how she could be so unrecognizable.

But all of this is inevitable. The superimposition of one by one tiny events eventually collapsed like dominoes, interlocking to form the current situation.

Artoria looked at Morgan and said indifferently: "Sister Wang, you have been expelled."

Morgan took a deep look at Fran, curled her lips and said, "I still underestimated you." She laughed loudly again: "However, it's too late. I'd like to see what kind of ending you can have." !” After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Fran watched Morgan's leaving back and said softly: "Understood, Al? Trust is a virtue, but trust is conditional. As a king, if your trust is handed over randomly, sometimes it will lead to disaster. You can't keep the throne with your blood alone, you must have the corresponding means and insight."

Artoria clenched her fists tightly and then loosened them. She whispered, "I know, I won't make this mistake again. Fran, stop talking, I'll take off the crown for you."

Saying that, Artoria stretched out her hands to the crown on Fran's head.

"How did this happen? Morgan clearly said..." Artoria looked at her hands in disbelief, and tried again, but the crown remained motionless as if it was growing on Fran's head.

Fran said softly: "Morgan has lied to you so many things, how do you know which of her words are true?"

Artoria knelt on the ground and collapsed: "How could this happen! I don't want to do this!"

"I just want to keep you, I just want to be with you! Why is this? I'm sorry, Fran, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean it, I never thought it would become like this!"

"Why everything I do is wrong. To you too, and to Lancelot, I always screw everything up!"

"I shouldn't have done this! God, what a man I've become!"

Fran also knelt down beside Artoria, and gently grabbed Artoria's hand.

"Don't cry, the king's tears are very precious."

Arturia was still immersed in pain: "Although I am a king, I can't do anything! Why do my mistakes hurt you!"

Fran wiped Artoria's cheeks with a handkerchief, and continued, "Even if you make a mistake, you must first think of a solution and make up for it. Crying can't undo anything."

Artoria was taken aback, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly said: "Yes, Merlin, Merlin will definitely be able to take off this crown, I'll go find Merlin!" She wanted to straighten up as she spoke.

Fran held Arturia down, gently cupped her hands with her own hands, slowly raised her arms, and placed them on her head.

She supported Artoria's hands on the crown, and with a slight lift, the beautiful crown was easily taken off.

Artoria stared blankly at this scene, but she still hadn't come to her senses: "How could it be?"

Fran sighed softly: "I've been able to pick it off a long time ago. Morgan Le Fay's level is not good enough for me."

"But I haven't taken it off, because I want you to take it off yourself."

"Artoria, this is the last lesson I want to teach you."

"The crown has never imprisoned me, but your own heart and obsession."

"Only when you take off this crown with your own hands, can you truly let go."

"Only by letting go can you truly become an ideal king."

Arturia stared blankly at Fran, then closed her eyes gently, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks from the bottom of her eyes.

Artoria stroked the last Command Seal on her hand, and said softly:

"In the name of the Command Seal, Fran, you are free."

"Go where you want to go, do what you want to do!"