[Fate] queen

Chapter 25

"By the way, Gurney... I have to tell you something."

Such an opening statement seemed very plain, but Guinevere felt a little strange.She patiently and dutifully listened to "The King's Troubles", and then, as Artorius expected... she lost her temper.

"What did you say?"

There was an almost earth-shattering roar in the palace, "Say it again?!"

"It's still the same again..." Under the glaring gaze of his wife, Artorius' eyes drifted a little guilty for a moment, "I was impulsive so..."

"You still dare to talk back? Who gave you the guts! Not to mention that the first holy sword was broken, and the scabbard of the second one was thrown away. The competition..." The smile in Guinevere's eyes suddenly froze, and she repeated the facts she just learned word by word, her devouring gaze seemed to put his flesh and blood into her mouth and chew back and forth: "You Are you kidding me!?"

"Who allowed you to play in person? Can't you ask the knights to fight for you? Now you are an ordinary flesh and blood body, you will be injured, you will bleed, you will..." Subconsciously skipping the word, Guinevere said sternly Looking at him: "Did you do it on purpose? There must be a limit to willfulness, huh?"

"It's a matter of king's dignity, Gurney."

Passively bearing the sound wave attack full of energy, Artorius felt a little heartbroken.

"Oh? You will justify it like this. It seems that you don't think you did something wrong?"

Guinevere folded her hands on her chest, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, condescendingly looking down at him who was sitting on the side, exuding a dangerous aura all over her body.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please forgive your stupid husband, my merciful queen!"

The person concerned apologized kindly, but for some reason, Guinevere became even more upset.

This deadheaded knight king!

Staring at him with stern eyes, the queen slammed the door and left.If he doesn't care about his body so much, let him play by himself!

Holding a tray full of fruits, the maid Hill who had just stepped into the hall looked at this and that in confusion, "Princess?"

"Go to the racecourse!"

Throwing down these words indifferently, Guinevere turned and walked towards the dressing room in the side hall.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Another maid hurried over and raised the envelope in her hand, "Sir Alston sent someone to deliver a letter from His Highness."

Guinevere turned around and walked over quickly, snatched the letter almost with a "grab" hand, then turned around and left.

Artorius' expression suddenly became a little strange.

Although Scotland has someone who comes to deliver letters every year, this is the first time that the knight has come forward.The sense of crisis in his heart suddenly rose, he stared at the letter tightly, his scorching gaze seemed to have unparalleled penetrating power, it seemed that Artorius really wanted to pounce on it and tear it up immediately.

But before he could act, someone came over here to inform him that he had to deal with some urgent matters, and Artorius could only watch Gurneyvere disappear from sight in awe.

What the letter said was just the same short and trivial things as before, including the recent situation of the parents, the more and more popular deeds of the crown prince, Howard gradually matured after getting married, and began to learn to share the worries of the king.

Leaning on the round pillars in the corridor of the palace, looking at the raging fire clouds in the distance, Guinevere suddenly felt a little emotional.The bear boy has also grown up, that's really great.This letter across the ocean brought back memories of her childhood, and reminded her of the time when Cornis taught Howard and her how to learn horseback riding and swordsmanship.

"Why are you standing here, Her Majesty the Queen?"

Suddenly there was a suspicious call from behind. Guinevere looked back and found that it was an acquaintance, so she nodded to him.

"It's you, Lord Lancelot."

The anger had already disappeared without knowing it. In recent years, Guinevere, who has been acting more and more turbulently, revealed the name of the other party from her thin lips, and simply folded the paper in her hand, and raised her chin Signal him to follow him.

When the King of Knights came back from the battle, Lancelot, the queen's guard, would naturally retreat to the second line. Although it was not necessary to stay away from the court, he still needed to avoid it.

"The king sent you to find me?"

"……Yes."

Guinevere sneered, and did not express any dissatisfaction or doubts about Artoris not coming to look for her in person. She firmly believed that the other party must have more important matters to deal with.This is the tacit understanding between the most respected couples in this country.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly said without thinking, "This is not acceptable, if you continue like this, you will not fit in with the group."

"Mr. Lancelot, try to refuse the king's proposal."

"...Your Highness? What exactly are you referring to?"

"Although protecting the safety of the queen is also very important for a country, you are the knight of the king. Considering that you are a warrior on the battlefield, I think that is where you can show your skills and make achievements. Next time the king goes out to fight If you continue to be sent to stay, you must refuse."

"Excuse me." Lancelot bent down calmly: "I am also your knight."

Raising her hand to stop his words, Guinevere was silent for a moment, staring at him with scrutiny, and the questions she asked one after another were sharper one after another: "Mr Lancelot, why did you swing your sword? Who is the object of allegiance to?"

The knight serving Cretaceous City quietly guarded not far from the queen. Although he was puzzled, he still replied respectfully: "My sword is for my justice and ideals, and the object of my allegiance is the king and queen."

As soon as the man finished speaking, unexpectedly, the eyes of the queen in front of him froze, and a strong sense of oppression swept over him.

"You got the wrong answer. The only object of your allegiance is the king, and the king's orders are absolute!"

Lancelot was both shocked and confused: "You mean..."

"Very good, it seems that you understand, only this point, I hope you will keep it in mind." Guinevere nodded in satisfaction, and then she said with a smile on a whim: "Let's make an agreement, Lance Sir Lott."

"……what?"

"Once someone threatens the king's safety, or tarnishes his reputation, you must eradicate him without hesitation—including the queen."

"!"

Lancelot was shocked.

The queen was completely implying that she was giving herself the privilege to kill her, and she even sent the butcher knife to him with her own hands.Lancelot didn't know what kind of mood Guinevere was in, so that she could say such words lightly, even though he knew clearly that the person in front of him could put himself in the heart of the country anytime, anywhere. Regardless of belief.But in a way, it's also terribly paranoid.

Dedicating her body and mind to Great Britain, this tender offering always makes her neglect herself.

It's not that Lancelot didn't fail to notice the Queen's gaze hovering over him. As one of the actual power holders of the country, this is understandable.

Even if he didn't understand the meaning of the other party at first, the gentle and elegant knight, as the leading figure in the Knights of the Round Table, is not a dull person in itself, and can even be called a delicate mind.Otherwise, he would not be able to occupy the seat of "First Knight".

The brain circuit of this kind of person is a bit complicated, and it is generally called "too much thinking".

"The king trusts you very much, and according to my observation, Lancelot du Lac, you are indeed worthy of his trust."

Guinevere turned a blind eye to the bewildered expression of the knight in front of him, just stared at him sideways, and slowly added the unfinished sentence, her pair of azure blue eyes were astonishingly bright, as if reflecting the entire sky, containing the burning flame.Combined with her slender and beautiful appearance, there is a strange sense of sadness.

Lancelot couldn't help but hold his breath, and his mind was captivated by this soul-stirring charm.

"I know this is a bit difficult for you. You are a knight, not an assassin." She changed the subject and said solemnly: "But, you have to understand, I will not allow anyone to hinder the king's progress." Footsteps—any."

"Does this include... you?" Lancelot asked in a low voice, his soft and thick voice sounded a little hoarse now.

"That's right, nothing is as important as Wang Lai. After all, you know what kind of person he is." The young queen's expression was firm, and a touch of softness flashed across her eyes the moment she mentioned her husband. Every word and every sentence resounded, deeply engraved deep in the knight's heart, and burned into the soul. "—Only when the king is there, can the knights have meaning and Britain have hope."

"The king's order is absolute."

As a member supporting the King of Perfection and a guide who controls the country, he must not be willful.Guinevere repeated this sentence once again. The loyal knight saw nothing but shock from that plain expression of course. The responsibility she shouldered was so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

"Why, do you disagree?"

"Not really, I just think, you..."

What a woman this is.

Both gentle and tenacious, facing the predicament of loneliness resolutely stand up, that noble and unyielding character deserves everyone's respect.

Under her gaze, Lancelot lowered his head deeply, consciously unable to look directly at the light.

"I'm not unreasonable, Sir Lancelot. I'm looking at the future of this country."

She is now habitually bringing together almost all the children in the city, and the initial reason was simply because it was the "future" of this country.

Seeing the struggling look on Lancelot's face, Guinevere pursed her lips stiffly.It's not hard to imagine how miserable he must be now. In the final analysis, she just doesn't want the foundation laid by this country to be damaged by stains, not even the slightest sign.

"Sir Lancelot, I just want to ask you one question. Can you clear the way for the king?"

This is really a stubborn and innocent girl.

he thinks.

She would put aside all interests and strife, and use her own way to deliver trust... Generally speaking, people who are selected by such a desperate move would shy away, but Lancelot is Lancelot after all.

The knights on the lake are loyal to King Arthur and have made great achievements on the battlefield. They also have the virtues of being brave, powerful, helpful, generous and devout.One of the greatest and noblest knights who lived.The so-called knights are just a group of idiots full of courage, eager to die for their beliefs, upright and full of brilliance.

Isn't the King of Knights in Guinevere's family a typical example?

They will defend their homeland with their own lives, and will never betray the honor they have created, even if the cost is death.

In the end, Lancelot readily abandoned all complicated thoughts, and bowed his head deeply on one knee, "This body is a sword, and in the name of Lancelot, I swear to be loyal. What my king's sword points to is my heart." direction."

For people in this era, faith and loyalty are above all else, and once an oath is made, it is a lifetime.

Guinevere then raised her hand to caress her temples, hiding the smile on her lips.

"Let's supervise and urge each other. I'm afraid that one day I can't bear the madness and strangle him to death. Then you will stop me."

She emphasized a sentence in a concealed manner, but she couldn't help showing a refreshing smile like a melting glacier.

Guinevere really loves her husband's ideal, and there is only one important point in these words——

May your faith live on throughout your life, King Arthur.

"...If there is such a day, please rest assured." Lancelot clenched the hilt of his sword, his gaze firm.

"That couldn't be better."

Guinevere withdrew her gaze, suddenly turned around and walked quickly towards the palace, the timeless long dress meandering behind her.

The setting sun in the sky is as dazzling as blood, quietly burning with its own magnificence, and someone's whisper seems to be heard in the wind, fine and hazy.The sound of lonely footsteps echoed in the silent palace, only these wandering whispers were not heard.

Lancelot looked at the queen's slender and tall back, recalling the tenderness and tenderness that the queen inadvertently revealed, and the blue starlight in her eyes, he could only remain silent.

It's really...too dazzling.

Even so, Lancelot was sincerely proud of having such a queen in Great Britain.

Be it king or queen.Carrying the burden of the country with thin shoulders, and adhering to his own beliefs to pile up glory, this innocent brilliance is worthy of everyone's admiration.

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I really feel that these knights like to think about it every day when they have nothing to do, and they don't communicate well with the king...but this is also effective.

The country was destroyed, and Dumao thought it was his fault and wanted to re-elect the king. The queen thought it was his fault and went to the monastery and died there. The camel thought it was his fault and went in, because it was easy It was even more painful for him to forgive him, but Gao Wen still thought it was his fault.Look at how free and easy Mordred is, he killed the king in a daze (Hey!

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