[Fate] queen

Chapter 46

"Enough! Enough! Enough!"

I don't know whether it was the roar of this cruel fate, or the sadness of such a terrible fact, the man split the unburned wood like crazy, and fixed his eyes on the scorched woman.

It was an extremely familiar face, belonging to King Arthur.

Regardless of the crowds blocking him, he rushed into the sea of ​​flames without hesitation, forcefully cut off the cross that bound the "sinner", and he carried Guinevere out from there, who was surrounded by fire.

Shocked by his actions, the knights were stunned for a moment and then began to roar at the top of their lungs.

"king!"

"What are you doing in a daze! Put out the fire! Put out the fire! King! Please be careful!"

The man seemed unaware of the chaos around him, and sniffed at the other person's breath with trembling hands almost stubbornly.

When Mordred first heard the rumors about the Queen's misbehavior in the palace, he was immediately dazzled by anger, broke into the church without permission, and questioned Guinevere who was praying there.

"You lied to me! How dare you be unfaithful to the king! How dare you betray him!"

Suddenly pulling up the woman who was sitting quietly in the church pew, who was in a daze for some reason, the ferocious murderous aura emanating from the man made people shudder.He was originally a knight fighting on the battlefield, he didn't know how much blood was stained on his body, and he didn't know how many enemies he had killed. At this moment, Mordred was furious as if he wanted to crush and strangle everything in front of him.

Guinevere, who was defenseless, was suddenly pulled to one side, and the force on her wrist almost crushed her wrist bone, causing her to frown in pain.Through her disheveled hair, she saw the extremely familiar face that suddenly came into view, and she froze in place, forgetting to break free from the shackles.Guinevere's azure pupils flashed unbelievable amazement, and her hesitant words were full of shock and trembling: "You, you are... Mordred?"

"it's me."

The man's tone was gloomy, revealing a restrained anger.He looked at her with contempt in his eyes, and Mordred suddenly sneered: "How dare a woman like you ask God for forgiveness?"

"I didn't, I didn't do that kind of thing."

Guinevere stared at him with burning eyes, such pure, clean and unshakable awe-inspiring gaze made the other party's anger deeper.

Ahhh, didn't he trust her just because of those impeccable eyes?It's ridiculous to say that because he is a knight, he can't humiliate him!On that day, the knight who had revealed his identity to King Arthur, who had longed for him for a long time, but was still not recognized, cast his hatred eyes on the queen, but was unexpectedly affirmed.

Since then, this woman is no longer a symbol in his heart.

But how can a woman who can have a love affair with a knight who serves her have such a noble heart!

"As expected of the most beautiful woman in the territory in that article, this angry expression is really amazing, but it also looks extremely hateful—did you use this appearance to seduce everyone!"

This beautiful woman in front of her has always been a noble and beautiful existence, even if she doesn't do anything, just standing there can easily fascinate people.

Mordred tightly grasped her wrist, pulled her into him forcefully, and clasped the other's waist tightly, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and poured out frivolous and vicious words in her ears.

"That's enough! Mordred, if I say something I haven't done, it doesn't exist!"

Guinevere gritted her teeth and stared at him in shock and horror, anger rolled in her chest suddenly, but her eyes couldn't stop being in a trance.The face in front of her was very familiar, it belonged to the person she longed for, but it wasn't him.

"Who are you looking at!?"

The other party's eyes were like shackles, tightly strangling his throat, and there were bursts of pain in his heart as if it had suddenly touched a sharp thorn.His face was distorted like a raging lion, and the sharpness of the young man's blue eyes was particularly frightening.

Guinevere's pupils trembled for a moment, she raised her voice, as if she felt that the face in front of her that occupied her entire line of sight was extremely glaring, she lowered her eyelids and tried to back away with all her strength, struggling desperately, "Let go Drive me! Mordred! I am your father's wife!"

"Why was the king ever loyal to me? Isn't this face in front of me the best proof!"——her eyes were startled and sad, as if saying so.

Mordred was stabbed by her mocking eyes, his reason slowly came back, and he let go subconsciously.

He roared questioningly in his heart: Why can't you look at me?Why can't you face me squarely?Why is everyone like this-!

The man named "father" is like this, the woman named "mother" is like this, and now even the only woman who has recognized him is like this after seeing his face!

Her sarcastic eyes flashed in front of him all the time, almost burning him.

...Does even this woman, even this woman dare to look down on him!

hateful!hateful!

But it's okay, it's okay, someday, someday!He wants to make everyone regret it!

"Ah, of course I know that you are the wife of my father, and my sister is also very cute. I never thought that my father would give birth to children other than me. It's a pity that you can no longer see her. Now she is mine. .”

"shut up!"

Gurneywell's face turned pale with fright at the cruel truth he revealed, and the world collapsed in an instant.That voice, which was so familiar but so strange, was cold and creepy, and it made her feel trembling and uneasy in her bones.These words froze all her thoughts, making it impossible for her to think rationally and calmly.Guinevere roared like an explosion, and rushed to attack him like crazy.

"What are you going to do with Gladys!? She's your sister! What's your purpose! Answer me, Maud—"

"It seems that you have figured it out. You are blocking my way."

Distorted laugh lines formed at the corners of his mouth, and Mordred knocked the woman out neatly, forcibly interrupting her unfinished questioning, and left the scene before the commotion was about to usher.

After finding Morgan, Mordred asked coldly, "Did you slander the queen?"

"To question me for the sake of outsiders, you are really my good son."

The man frowned in disgust at the other party's "son". Mordred had been observing the woman, and he knew that she was quite distant from everyone, including the knights who guarded her.He knew that when her eyes left Gladys, they were always empty and could not see anyone.

He couldn't be more clear about this.

So why is the anger of being deceived the first thing that comes to mind when knowing the rumor when the truth is so obvious?

"But I forgive you. My son Mordred, you are not expected to be born by anyone. You have copied everything from your father, and the throne—it belongs to you."

"Go and order the queen to be executed, go, use your only advantage, you will take the throne, and then put that arrogant king—"

Seeing Mordred clenched his fists angrily, Morgan Le Fay smiled with satisfaction.

That arrogant king who looks down on people, one day, she will let his son drag him to hell.

"Where is King Arthur now?"

Burying all the warmth and longing, Mordred was obviously cold-hearted at this moment, but for some reason subconsciously concealed the situation of Glatis. "I was instigated by me to go to France. Don't worry, he will definitely not come back in a short time, let alone save the queen who betrayed her husband."

"That is to say..." Morgan seemed to see the hope of revenge, and was blinded by joy, temporarily forgetting such a threat.The daughter of her good brother seems to have coincided with her past life. Let her experience the pain she has felt-being taken over by her father's illegitimate son and living in shame.

Such images kept circling in his mind, and he felt pain like being pricked by a needle, and Mordred was dizzy suddenly.

Regardless of the pain of being burned by the flames, Mordred raised his sword without saying a word and slashed at the heavy shackles that bound her body.Seemingly startled by such severe pain, Guinevere, who was originally motionless, struggled.

"It hurts...really...so...it hurts——"

The frantic knight was suddenly awakened by such a weak and hasty voice, and Mordred threw down his sword at a loss, and knelt down beside her in a daze.

"I know, I know, I know, I know everything—I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault—it's all my fault!"

If it had been born in a normal way, if the mother hadn't been blinded by hatred, if she hadn't desired everything, if... had never appeared, then wouldn't this situation have happened?

Mordred bowed his waist, his body convulsed like nervousness, his soul seemed to be shattered, and he let out a mad cry like weeping blood.

"Snapped."

A crystal liquid hit the woman's charred cheek.

"Wang... no, it's Mo..."

Holding a dying woman in his arms, Mordred came back to his senses only to realize that he was holding her in his arms.

——No, the crippled body can no longer be called a woman, or even a person.

He heard his meek answer: "It's me."

"grid……"

From the throat, a hoarse voice came out.

I don't know where the strength came from, this woman is clearly enduring inhuman torture, but she can still hold his arm tightly, as if she can't hear any sound, her bloody eyes are wide open, firmly Staring at his lips, stubbornly wanting to get the corresponding answer.

"Is that Gladys? You want to see her? Well, I promise to return her intact."

"—Don't, don't cry..."

After hearing these words, with a dying body, he slowly uttered his last words in a gentle tone. The dark fog created by the burning fire in front of him finally dissipated, replaced by a dazzling sharp edge .There was only a piece of white left in front of her eyes, Guinevere was bathed in that bright halo, and accompanied by the pain in her body, she seemed to feel full of vertigo like happiness.

That is the softness of the sun, that is the sweetness of the mountain spring, that, that is...

The end of everything.

My Gladys... must, must grow up well...

The sudden burst of enthusiasm in Guinevere's pupils seemed to have burned everything, and slowly dissipated.In the eyes that seemed to contain the entire sky, all the emotions were gone, and there was no more fluctuation.

The previously harsh and domineering light slowly softened, and finally dissipated in the sunlight like dust.At this moment, all the hatred was gone, Guinevere closed her eyes, faced the overwhelming darkness peacefully, and fell into an eternal deep sleep.

The tainted Queen of Britain stopped breathing.

Lying in his arms, quietly.

This is the brilliance of "Mother".

Immortality is untouchable, never attainable.

The gentleness that belongs to "mother" is completely different from "father".

At the last moment of her life, the woman who doesn't care about anything, the animal nature belonging to the mother in her body overcomes all instincts.

"...It's great to meet you. I really want to be your real son."

The dazzling light, like a diamond, burned the man's eyeballs like a scorching flame, causing him to shed hot tears involuntarily, as if out of control.As if unable to bear such a heavy weight, Mordred choked up and pressed his cold lips to the woman's forehead. The unrecognizable woman in his arms seemed to be the best mockery for him.

Her hair was burnt, and her once beautiful face was ugly and terrifying, but in his heart, there was probably no other woman in this world who could be more beautiful than her.

The woman who smiled and said "Gray seems to like you, knight"; the woman who listened carefully to all his resentment and anger; The woman who sees you as my son"; the woman who forgets her fear and cries "give me back my daughter, my Gladys...!"

That beautiful and noble woman named Guinevere, who could make him happy for a short time, was ordered to be killed by his own hands, and thus ended his life, dying with resentment.

In such a tragic way, such an infamous way of death.

It was he who borrowed the same face as King Arthur, personally ordered her to be expelled from the court, tied her to the stake, and made her a sinner of the country.

This woman frightened him with her own death, awakened him from his hatred, and made him realize what an unforgivable crime he had committed.He let her be betrayed by everyone, he put her in shackles and tied her to the stake, and he took everything from her.He is obviously the most innocent person, but he has to bear everything for an ugly human being like himself!

He actually got forgiveness from her who didn't know the truth, obviously he was betrayed mercilessly, didn't he? !You obviously did nothing wrong, right? !

It was he who made his own sister lose her mother.

It's the sister who likes to smile at him with her eyes bent, hugs him with soft arms, and kisses his cheek when she's happy!

It's Gladys!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Is there anything more ridiculous than this in this world!!"

Mordred screamed madly, just to trample on that man's great cause, he cursed him, plotted against him, hated him, and even destroyed everything with his own hands.

Is this a dream?

If this is a dream, it would be too cruel.

"——No, that's impossible! That's not the king!"

"No! You are not the real King Arthur! Who are you!?"

The knights surrounded him, looked at his familiar face in surprise, and questioned him loudly.

Mordred closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He carefully placed the woman's body on the ground, and slowly removed her scorched hand that was clasping his arm.

"The son of King Arthur, the man destined to destroy Britain, the mastermind behind the slander of the queen—"

He glanced at the dead Guinevere for the last time, as if he wanted to remember this scene firmly until it melted into his bones and blood.Mordred straightened up, hiding the pain in his eyes, and showing a cruel smile that ignored everything.The man's voice became inexplicably low, and he said his name almost word for word.

"—Mordred."

Up to now, the bitter fruit he personally brewed finally destroyed him.

He will bear his guilt until death.

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