[Comprehensive] King's Best Friend

"Little Mo... um, ok, I know, Lord Mordred, um, why don't you tell me about that 'Lord Merlin'?"

The young knight, who seemed bored at first, looked terrified when he heard the words: "What do you want to do?"

"This guarded look is really sad, I'm just curious." The flower magician tried his best to put on a righteous look, declaring his innocence for himself.

However, probably due to the overly gaudy attire, the magician with the fluttering petals looked unconvincing at the moment.

"Put away this indecent look for me." Mordred took a few steps back and pressed down on the sword at his waist, "That guy Gawain is right, he can't let his guard down on you, now he is planning to Get information from me?"

"Eh? No, not serious?"

The magician slightly widened his eyes, successfully tilted his focus, and yelled to correct: "This look is very popular among women, and it's not serious to comment on it... This aesthetic is destined to make you single for thousands of years Yes, boy!"

"Huh? What stupid things are you talking about every day, do you want to taste my sword, frivolous guy!"

"It's so rude, the person who taught you must be... huh?"

The words stopped abruptly, and the magician suddenly raised his head as if he felt something suddenly.

Mordred looked at each other sullenly.

The Magician of Flowers obviously didn't know the beginning of what he said just now, and he had already stepped on the explosive point of the young knight, making the boy make up his mind to draw his sword and beat him violently in the next sentence.

However, the magician was lucky, because of the sudden and unexpected situation, the latter words were not uttered.

Mordred's sword, which was about to be unsheathed, stagnated, choked with depression, and said with a bad face: "Say it, why don't you say it? My instructor must be something?"

"Little... Sir Mordred, I feel it." The magician who was focused on other places, never noticed the boy's emotional fluctuations, and said directly, "Your Majesty, you have returned from the dream world."

The tone was brisk, but also carried some unspoken meaning.

Mordred was shocked when he heard the words, and even forgot the previous anger, and took a step forward in a hurry: "Then..."

"Huh?" The magician took the time to look at the young knight's embarrassed appearance.

The boy's mind was easy to guess, but the magician just kept silent and waited for the other party to ask.

"..."

Mordred was not stupid either. After recovering from the initial shock, he gave a cold "hum" and turned his head away.

"Hey, are you leaving now, Lord Mordred?"

The Flower Magician blinked his eyes in disappointment, and suddenly noticed that the young man was walking towards Wang Ting, and immediately followed up excitedly like a chicken blood.

"...Why are you following me?!"

"I'm not following you, I'm going to meet the king." The magician joked, "Could it be that Sir Mordred and I have the same destination?"

Provocation to death is the deadliest.

"..." The young knight opened the corner of his mouth coldly, heheed twice, then raised his sword expressionlessly, "Go to hell."

Merlin: Oops, I seem to be teasing too much...! ! !

It was already 10 minutes later when Mordred arrived at the royal court dragging Merlin, who was in a corpse state.

A long corridor with huge floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides.Sunlight poured in from the window, illuminating the hanging flags and the gold-patterned emblems on them.

The entire corridor was empty except for Mordred and Merlin who had come.The boots of the young knight stepped on the ground, and the armor shone with metallic light, solemn and cold.

In this way, he went through many corridors and reached the deepest part of the royal court, and saw a huge door.

And the king of this holy city is behind this gate.

"Huh? Isn't this Mordred?"

Gao Wen, who was in charge of guarding the door, was the first living person he saw along the way.

Gawain looked at the young man walking towards him and the magician dragged by the other party, and was a little confused: "You guys... what happened?"

"No, no."

Mordred put down the magician casually, and the sound of the curly white head hitting the ground made Gawain's eyebrows twitch.

However, the young knight didn't care, and turned his gaze directly to the door behind Gao Wen, and asked, "Is the father in there now?"

"Yes."

"one person?"

"..." Gao Wen seemed to vaguely understand something, after a moment of silence, he said directly, "No, the king is with...that lord."

Gao Wen, who had been guarding the door all the time, naturally would not have missed the strange aura that suddenly descended on the door half an hour ago... No, it can't be said to be strange, but because it was so long, the Sun Knight felt somewhat in a trance.

It's like something that I always thought would happen in a dream, but suddenly one day it came true.

——hesitating, apprehensive, unsure.

According to Gao Wen's rigorous temperament, even if he did perceive the breath, he would not jump to conclusions like this before he actually saw it with his own eyes and was admitted by the king.

But this time, based on his own position, he told his colleagues the news of that person's return, as if doing so would settle everything and make him feel at ease.

Mordred didn't know what Gawain was thinking. The young man was only thinking about what he heard, and before his head could digest the information, his legs were already walking towards the door involuntarily.

But the next moment, he was stopped.

"The king has ordered that those who have not been called are not allowed to enter."

Gao Wen held his sword in front of the boy's chest, and said word by word.

Mordred was forced to stop, and looked at the opponent along the sword.

Gawain returned his gaze calmly, facing the young man or himself, and emphasized again: "This is the king's order."

Mordred: "..."

The boy's energetic eyes were suddenly filled with anxiety and patience, and the pull of emotion and reason made him grit his teeth secretly.

After a while, Mordred suddenly turned around and punched, hitting the wall next to him with a "boom", and "cut" unwillingly.

Before Gao Wen had time to reprimand the other party for his disrespect, he saw the young man withdrew his fists and turned his back silently.

The messy blond hair fell down, covering Mordred's expression, but judging from the creaking fingers, he must be in a bad mood.

However, Gao Wen was slightly relieved seeing this, because he knew that Mordred should not cause trouble for the time being—although patience may make the final outbreak more dangerous, but at least for now...

"Hmm, let me see..."

A bunch of white hairs suddenly flashed before his eyes, instantly pulling Gao Wen's attention away from the boy.

"...what are you doing, magician!"

Gawain looked at the Magician of Flowers who had pasted the gate and listened (eavesdropping) at some point, and immediately said angrily, "What is this...! Still not leaving!"

"Relax and relax. The king never said that you can't listen to it tentatively like this. I really didn't enter the door?"

"The king never said it couldn't be done, but, but..." Gao Wen was choked by the other party's shamelessness, and his face was sullen, "How can this kind of stealthy behavior be allowed to happen in the holy city?"

"Sneaking? No, no, no, Gao Wenqing, I'm listening to the king's words." A certain magician said solemnly, "The essence of this matter is so sacred, but Gao Wenqing, you think so narrowly, it's too painful! "

The magician made a heartbroken look on his face, then turned his head and snapped his fingers, abruptly making the soundproof wall look like a loudspeaker.

Gawain felt the veins on his forehead throbbing when he heard the sudden and clear voice of conversation coming from the door.

"Sir Mordred, please take him immediately..."

"Mordred!?"

"Noisy!"

The young knight who had slammed on the door at some point gave him a fierce look: "The royal court must keep quiet, don't you even know that?"

Gao Wen: "..."

Do you dare to remove your ears from the door when you say this?

1 minutes later--

"Why did things become like this..."

Gawain, who was lying on the door with some troublesome magician and young knight, couldn't help showing a suspicious expression on his life.

The three of them were standing next to each other, holding the door neatly, bowing their bodies, with their ears close together.

How do you look... they all look like unruly people?

"Well, didn't we agree that Gao Wenqing is in charge of supervising us, and if we hear something we shouldn't listen to, we should stop it in time." Merlin smiled.

Gao Wen: That's right...but I always feel that something is wrong...

"Shut up, all of you." Mordred glared at him, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be beaten by deserting at a time like this?"

Gao Wen: Desperate or something, do you think this is learning?

"It's really lively outside."

Mayne glanced at the heavy door from the corner of his eye, with a half-smile: "Sure enough, I haven't seen you for so many years, and those guys still haven't changed at all."

"What do you think, Arthur?"

"They are all good enough knights, so that's fine." The king who was asked about it had a calm expression and replied like this.

Mayne narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, he calmed down, slowly looked at the expression of the blond young man, and suddenly said: "You know, Arthur—compared with everyone else, you are the one who surprises me the most right now."

As the silver-haired heroic spirit spoke, he stretched out his hand and forcefully smashed the young man's face.

This sudden, almost disrespectful action to the king only caused the young man to pause slightly.Then, following the strength of the heroic spirit, he looked at the other party.

——No resistance, obedient to the point of connivance.

The knight's emerald eyes are like the quiet moonlight.

He raised his eyes and stared at the heroic spirit, his gaze resting on the brows of the other party carefully and secretly, and said: "...Are you unhappy, teacher."

"Perhaps I wouldn't be unhappy if you'd be honest with me about your situation."

"I'm all right now, sir," repeated the knight, "very well."

"……Ah."

Mayne withdrew his hand and said condescendingly: "When I called you Arthur, I stopped emphasizing that I wanted to call you 'Al' in private—is this what you call normal?"

After finishing speaking, Mayne reached out and grabbed the opponent's hood.

The knight's usual indifferent expression finally changed slightly, and he held the hand that the hero wanted to reach into the hood.

——The hood is a secret fortress guarded by fairies, and the things put inside are the safest in the world.

These are the words that a certain king believed in for a long time after he was deceived by his wicked teacher when he was young.

Later, after finding out that it was a fake, the beaten Wang never did this again, except for one situation——

This is the secret that hopes to be discovered.

— as it is now.

The knight looked at the heroic spirit quietly, holding the other's hand without letting go, and his lake green eyes conveyed a firm belief that he would never give in.

Mayne: I just watched you say nothing.

Three seconds later—

The knight silently looked away from each other, and the dull hair on the top of his head drooped down.

However, the ruthless teacher was unmoved. The moment the knight let go of the shackles—pull off the hood, turned to a small book, took out the small book,

All in one go.

The small book is probably something similar to a notebook, and the handwriting is that of the knight himself.

However, at a glance, there are all weird things, such as——

[When I'm called Arthur, I can't be happier than when I'm called Al]

[When the teacher laughed, he was probably angry]

[Smiling...probably? ]

[The king has no joy]

[...King Arthur does not understand people's hearts]

and finally—

[UNKNOWN, EMOTIONAL LOSS]

"..."

"so--"

Mayne thought that he might be angry, but in the end he found himself unexpectedly calm, or in other words, from Artoris' performance all the time, he might have already guessed.

"Are you deprived of emotions?"

The knight nodded.

"Who did it, the one who summoned you, your Master?"

"..."

"Okay, I get it." Mayne raised his eyebrows and said, not caring about the other party's silence, "If that's the case, then you should have no feelings for me now, shouldn't you treat me like everyone else?"

Judging from King Arthur's attitude towards the rest of his subordinates, indifference or cruelty is fine, after all, he is now [-]% rational.

However, his attitude towards Mayne was obviously not, or rather, too special.

The knight lowered his eyes and said for a while: "You are different."

"It's instinct to be nice to you."

The author has something to say: When the little poor old sword was stripped of his emotions a little bit, he tried his best to take notes in a small notebook, hoping to make himself look normal in the future, but it was a pity that he failed.

Old Sword: Teacher, why do you lack emotion for me... so well adapted? (The agreed-upon rushed to the crown and turned into a blue face!?)

Mayne: Because I often suffer from the same disease~ Let me know how miserable Gilgamesh was when Enkidu's door was not opened.