[Fate] queen

Chapter 79

Lancelot hugged the Master to avoid the aftermath of the explosion. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that the woman in his arms was already dead and was a heroic spirit, and such a physical impact could not hurt her at all.

He's just a reflex.

It is a habit that has been cultivated throughout the years, and it has been carved into the bone marrow and penetrated into the soul.

He lowered his face, anger appeared on his always gentle and humble face, and black fury slowly seeped into his pupils.

At that short moment just now, the knight couldn't help thinking about the past.

In the distant past, there was such a country that had fascinated countless people—it was called "Great Britain"—in the final analysis, it was all due to the birth of a noble and sage king who relied on his own strength in times of crisis. , ended the war, ended the smoke of gunpowder.

He illuminated the whole age and built a peaceful kingdom.

Countless warriors flocked to Camelot, voluntarily serving him and offering their allegiance to him.

Later, as a matter of course—either because of political necessity, or because of mutual affection—the king proposed to the princess of Scotland.The princess brought a huge round table, and the round table representing "equality" and "unity" played a better role in the hands of the king, making his noble ideas more famous.

The knights charged on the battlefield and discussed domestic affairs at the round table.Although they will also form some factions because of similar or different political views, but only at the round table is there no difference in status and distinction between monarch and minister, and everyone is allowed to speak freely.

What a, what a wonderful time it was.

Since ancient times, the combination of heroes and beauties, the combination of king and queen, is something that makes people feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.No one can accuse them of being unsuitable, and everyone can clearly see that the two have been working hard to support the country, wanting to bring laughter to the people, and want to create a better future.

Although the land in Britain is getting barren and the flames of war still exist, many people are smiling, and everyone is holding hope, longing and anticipation, eager to use their own hands to create an era far from weeping.

Such a day must not be far away.

Lancelot was appointed by the king to watch over his wife who always thinks of others first and doesn't want to pay more attention to herself, guarding her safety, becoming her sword, and fighting for her.During the days when he was by her side, watching her try her best to pursue her ideal, the knight's inner thoughts also quietly changed.

I want to make her smile, I want to fulfill her wish.

By the time he becomes conscious, he can no longer look away, and it is impossible to look away.

If this dirty idea that shouldn't exist is publicized, it will humiliate her dignity and tarnish her reputation—then she should not let her know.

Until the end, she will only remember Lancelot as her most loyal sword, and besides that, she needs and has nothing.

... Originally, this kind of time could continue.

However, at some point, a change occurred in Britain.

The shining knight scolded the king for his innocence, uttering irreproachable words.

The relationship between the king and the queen is even more due to a deliberate conspiracy, so there are cracks that are difficult to repair.

The selfishness that has always existed and lurked in the dark finally burst out, and the round table began to fall apart and hate each other.The rebellious knight bared his fangs and challenged the supremacy of the throne.

The king's rule was shaken.

Ahhh, what did Wang do wrong again?

No, of course he did nothing wrong, maybe the only mistake is that this is not our time anymore.

After that, because of Lancelot's shameful delusion and despicable incompetence, a noble woman was implicated, causing her to usher in a tragic end, melting under the sun like the first snow, what a sad thing! .

Witnessing the moment of the withering of the glorious people, even the soul that has experienced many battles will tremble.

The nobility of a knight, the glory of a hero.

—is not worth mentioning about him at all.

Because Lancelot is a man who can't even save an innocent woman.

Watching someone who swore to protect him bear an unwarranted crime, and when he was wronged, he still did not forget to maintain his honor as a knight, and died alone in purgatory—all his efforts at that time were of no avail.

The woman who was alive just a moment ago turned into a scorched black corpse in just a few seconds.That fact turned into an invisible pressure, tightening his throat and making him suffocate.

Extremely incompetent, but still has the face to survive.

Lancelot, who was on the verge of collapse, was angry at himself for being like this, but no... he couldn't die so easily.

The man who was a knight promised Guinevere to take good care of her daughter and not let the girl step on her way.This seems to be the only meaning for Lancelot to survive.

He must use his life to fulfill his promise, which is a crime he must pay.

I can still vividly see the burning and twisting flames of that day.

How can you not hate, how can you not resent.

"...Oh, this is really surprising."

When the smoke cleared, the two of Einzbern had already achieved a temporary retreat.Mordred didn't know whether he was talking about the method of explosion, or the miracle caused by the Holy Grail.

"Saber."

The familiar voice dangerously pulled him back from the edge of sanity, the first thing Lancelot did was to put Guinevere in a safe place, and he forced himself to smile: "Sorry for scaring you gone."

"You're a little weird."

Guinevere said that she has always been unusually sensitive about other people's affairs, especially the knight who had defended her for ten years.

He was the perfect incarnation of chivalry, an irreproachable knight of brilliance, but the loathing that erupted from him just now was by no means an illusion, and even Guinevere felt terrified by the cold aura.

As if he didn't expect to be said that, Lancelot was silent for a while, and then continued to laugh.As usual, just like before he was alive, he dispelled all the haze on his body, he was gentle and clear, bold and confident: "I have to be serious when I encounter a troubling and powerful enemy, please don't worry."

- Killing intent.

Locked by the murderous aura, Guinevere, who is the "Master", suddenly cast her eyes on the opposite side, looking at Mordred's undisguised smile, she didn't understand why he came here and what he wanted to do .

It seemed that the kid really hated her.

...That is also a matter of course.

Her expression didn't change, she even turned her gaze back calmly and indifferently, and continued to look at Lancelot full of worry.

"I will dedicate victory to you."

At the same time as he finished speaking, Saber was blown away like a whirlwind.

Guinevere, who was left in place, had a cold expression on her face and was speechless.

An angry roar and cold ridicule came out from the depths of their throats. The two who had fought side by side, seemed to pass all the regrets and remorse, pain and anger of their lives to each other, and vented them all in this battle.

Shatiao Aige looked at them with great interest, as if watching a good show going on.

The leylines of Einzbern had already begun to surge, and the auras of several heroic spirits gathered towards this place. Most of them were scattered everywhere, silently watching this stalemate battle across time and space.

Suddenly, Mordred cunningly shook off Lancelot's pressing entanglement, and rushed towards Guinevere. His sword was about to stab straight, and the turbulent sword energy was about to split Guinevere's body. The cheek, but abruptly deviated from the track in the air.

At this critical moment, when Guinevere was quickly thinking about countermeasures, a slender figure of a girl appeared in front of her eyes.

When the spears and swords collided, there was a crisp sound. The heroic spirit who appeared suddenly came forward, blocked the sword that could be called a sneak attack, and then chased after the victory without fear, helping Guinevere strike Repelled the enemy.

The golden sand-like hair shone brightly, and the whole body was covered with silver armor. The spear knight holding an invisible weapon appeared in front of everyone in such a majestic manner. Her eyes were uncontrollably dyed with a cold breath, like frost and snow. Hard to shake.

"Sneak attack?"

The girl summoned her mount within a second of the concept armed. At this moment, she was condescendingly looking at him, her tone full of contempt. Just now, the spearman regarded this powerful enemy as a The opponent in the First World War, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.

"..." Kenneth suddenly really wanted to kill the shameful thief who stole his holy relic, and then strangled himself who got the round table fragment afterwards.

King Arthur is indeed very powerful, and has obvious advantages in land combat, but now this is a forest with trees rooted in it!Isn't it strange to ride a horse with all obstacles in sight!Where did her strange BUFF that she has to ride a horse once she fights come from!ah?It's not Rider! !

If his fiancée Sola knew what he was thinking, she would definitely doubt his IQ again.

Who gave him the illusion that marching and charging in the forest would definitely be worse than killing enemies in the plains?

"Hmm..." Hidden somewhere in the forest, the real Rider in this Holy Grail War is obviously more skeptical about life. He fell into some distressed thinking, and Weber's face twitched immediately after hearing the follower's question: "If she is Rider, then what am I?"

The author has something to say:

emmmmm In order to prevent the big guys who fell into the pit from hitting me, so I updated it (hey)