[comprehensive] my king is here

back here.

Corpses littered the field, and the setting sun slanted.

Sorry, sorry, sorry... Lancelot, Guinevia, everyone... really sorry.

She knelt on the hill, and the king, who had gone through hundreds of battles and shed no tears, was devastated.

— Arthur Pendragon.

A voice came from the sky.

This time, she rejected the terms of the deal with Alaya the Inhibition.

"king!"

"Can you still stand up? Please leave the battlefield with me."

Artoria was in a trance after being seriously injured, unable to see Bedivere's beautiful face, his concerned eyes fell on her, "Are you injured?"

Seeing that she couldn't answer, Bedivere helped Artoria up and walked towards the forest not far away. The horse followed him obediently, and he helped Artoria under the tree, "Please take a break, I Go and call the guards."

Arturia said: "Mr. Bedivere..."

"Have you regained consciousness?" he said in surprise.

"I had a dream."

"Dream?"

"Well, the long, long dream gave me a valuable experience."

Many people appeared, experienced many things, and heard many voices... As a king, I hated the ending of the country's destruction until the end, but if I do it all over again...

I still draw/draw the chosen sword, I didn't miss it.

"Please take care of yourself and rest well."

"Bedivere, listen up, take my sword..."

The handsome young man was taken aback.

"Through this forest, through the blood-stained land, there is a lake there, throw my sword into the lake, and return it to the fairy on the lake."

"……Yes."

Bedivere took his sword and rode away.

He stood by the lake for a while, but did not throw his sword into the lake.

Can't do that.

Without the protection of the holy sword, the immortal king will die.

He rode back and said to the king, "The sword has been thrown into the lake."

"...look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said, Bedivere."

"..."

Twice in succession, the knight who had never lied to the king lied that the sword had been returned, but the king saw through it.

Arturia said it again, that was also the king's last order.

Bedivere rode away again.

The loyal knight sincerely hopes that the king can find peace, but when he thinks of returning the holy sword, after a hundred years, no one or anything can prove the existence of the king, he is extremely sad.

If you don't, at the very least, a long, long time later, in a certain tournament, a certain knight or lord can take out the holy sword and say loudly: "This is King Arthur's sword."

Disobeying the king's orders is a great crime for knights.

He should have accepted it.

……

When Bedivere returned to the forest, he couldn't help but lower his voice, not even having the heart to disturb a bird.

"My lord, the sword has been returned to the fairy on the lake."

The king opened his eyes because of the knight's words.

"Really, Bedivere, keep your chest up, you obeyed the king's will."

Lost the protection, the light gradually disappeared.

That is also a sign that life cannot be retained.

"Bedwell..."

"Yes."

"This dream may last a little longer."

The leaves fell one by one, bringing in the early morning mist, and the soft morning light sprinkled from the gaps between the leaves, falling on Wang Anxiang's sleeping face.

Finally freed from this heavy responsibility.

He—she closed her eyes.

The fairy on the lake took King Arthur away and gave the king's armor to the knight before leaving. The knight didn't go too far, and buried the king's armor near the battlefield.

On the tombstone it is written——

HicjacetArthurusRexquondamRexquefuturus.

Arthur the Eternal King is buried here.

This is where the king's existence can finally be proven.

The knight came to the nearest monastery and spent the rest of his life guarding the king's tombstone.

The next day, he prayed early in the morning.

The light was blocked by someone, and a large shadow fell in front of him.

He didn't look back, just said softly: "You are late."

It's not that I didn't expect to lose the battle.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would lose even the idea of ​​competing for the Holy Grail to realize the third law.

He just needs to keep fighting, and let them decide for themselves where things like humans will go.

Hahahaha, I should just regret it.

Instead of saving human beings, the world was left in such a devastated state.

Well, don't make trouble anymore, let me have a good sleep... Really, who is so annoying!

The furry touch on his cheek bothered him, he raised his hand to pat his face, he thought it had been a few days, but he didn't expect to rub it again after a while.

"It's still over..." Endless.

Amakusa Shiro Shizhen hugged a small animal that looked like a cat with ears like a rabbit, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

"Good morning."

The man sitting by the window watching the computer raised his head. It was a man who looked like a breeze blowing across the prairie, and his violet-like eyes shone with fragments of light.

"You... well, where is this place?"

"Eh? This question, let me think about it..."

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a cold and unhappy face came in.

"Awake? Get off the bed if you are not disabled."

"Okay, okay," he responded with a refreshing smile, "Don't be so angry early in the morning."

"Ah."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was already stunned.

That's Kay.

Is he not dead?

"Don't always think about death, start a new day in such a quiet morning."

The man stood up, the color scheme on his body was almost exactly the same as that of the familiar in his hand.

"Let's go, don't make people wait too long."

Kai always hates people, Parcival is not curious about anything, and Mordred doesn't have a good impression of him, so asking Bedivere, who has a gentle personality, is the best choice.

However, before he opened his mouth, a sea-blue light appeared out of thin air, and a beautiful and dignified woman walked out of it.

"Morgan Le Fay?"

"It's Vivian." The man corrected.

Vivienne said: "This is the final finishing touch, come with me."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, who was at a loss for many things, of course followed, and expected Bedivere to explain the whole story to him on the way.

however……

Ding, the man's wand touches the ground.

Just like changing the background board, everyone present has gone to another place.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: "!!"

As if touching a secret.

Bedivere looked at him and nodded calmly.

Amakusa Shiro Shizhen clutched his heart, can this world be better?He saw that it was a grassland, like a certain horse farm, and the gaps in the grass revealed a rainbow-like brilliance, which was vaguely a spiritual seance ceremony.

"Shall we make a bet?" the man said enthusiastically.

Percival without curiosity: "..."

Kai, who was cold and reserved, was in a bad mood: "..."

Mordred, who doesn't like everyone here: "..."

Bedivere sighed: "Please tell me."

"Guess who's going to come out first."

Still Bedivere: "There are so many people, it's really hard to guess."

"It's okay, just treat it as a joke."

Bedivere was helpless when he saw his appearance of not starting work unless you blocked me, and was about to speak, but he heard him say capriciously: "You are not allowed to say the same person."

As soon as the words fell, Kai said, "King."

"..." Mordred thought of his domestic violence uncle again, "Galahad."

Percival said, "Gareth."

Bedivere: "Gahoris."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: "Lan Malocco."

Vivian: "Lancelot."

The man nodded in satisfaction, "Then I guess it's Gao Wen."

This is a ceremony for summoning heroic spirits, which is very simple, and the way the man summons is also very simple and rude, without even declaring, just pointing the wand directly to the ground.

A strong light burst out during the ceremony, but the people present did not look away, staring at the light calmly or extremely nervously.

The light dissipated, and the tall figure could be seen.

Not king.

Everyone said with regret in their hearts.

Then I couldn't help but care about who won the matter.

"Have you returned to the human world? Ah, what a beautiful morning light, but it will be replaced by the setting sun after all. It's really sad."

All the knights: "..."

My gun/sword is ready to move.

"I really want to stuff him back and summon him again," Vivian said.

The man was thoughtful: "That's exactly what I mean."

"..."

The knight was speechless.

"Have you been disliked? That's right, a knight like me will bring troubles to people whether getting along or fighting. Sadness will follow, and it will only make the master suffer..."

Bedivere smiled and woke up the knight who was obsessed with thoughts, "Knight Tristan, can you come out? Merlin will make another summon."

"……OK."

As the only conscience of the round table, Bedivere briefly explained the whole story.

After Artoria split the Holy Grail and Vortigern, the entire Pacific Ocean was evaporated, and the world returned to its original appearance. People knew that the disaster was over, and began partial reconstruction.

It was then that Merlin appeared as an afterthought.

It should be said that he voluntarily ended his life of captivity. He traded with Vivienne, and he came to guard the borders of the inside and outside of the world. Vivienne used all her magic power and memory to make hands and feet.

Waiting for time to go back, back to the original moment.

He did think so 1000 years ago.

He knew the inevitable choice Arturia made, and he didn't want her to bear the responsibility of the country forever.

But he didn't expect that the king who hates the demise of the country can get real peace, so he doesn't need to go back so long in the world.

Just move the time of individuals forward, from the time of death to the time of life, so that those innocent people don't die.

Then call out the knights to live a good life.

Well, he is so smart.

Amakusa Shiro Shizhen felt complicated after hearing this, and did not expect such an operation to exist in the world.

Great Merlin.

Tristan, facing the "let me hit you so I won't kill you" eyes from all the people, was very sad, and he noticed that there was a fragment on the stone placed at the ceremony.

that seems to be...

"A fragment of the round table?"

"Well," Merlin threw a piece in his hand, "Fortunately, I had the foresight to smash the table, otherwise I wouldn't have summoned you."

"Small...why?" Tristan asked.

"Are you an idiot?" Merlin smiled indifferently, "I can't take such a big table with me."

After he finished speaking, he was about to continue summoning, but the feeling of being burned by the eyes behind him made him unable to ignore it.

"Arnold, listen to my explanation?"

"..."

There is nothing to explain, but he smashed the sacred round table and died for me!

The author has something to say: Daily update×34

Tristan: King Arthur, you don't understand people's hearts.

Knight hatred value 100%

Tristan: Merlin smashed the round table.

Merlin:  …

Tristan: Successful diversion of hatred "tactful" "sad"