Radiant Enemy

Finley always paid attention to the movement of King Arthur and his subjects. King Arthur led the conquest team to the country where Lancelot fled, and the defense and care of Camelot City were handed over to his subordinates. A Knight of the Round Table named Mordred.

Finley knew the Knight of the Round Table, who was known for eating and sleeping without taking off his armor.

It is said that Mordred never took off that suit of armor, and even King Arthur never saw his true appearance.

However, Finley had acquainted with this knight a few times. For some reason, this Knight of the Round Table paid close attention to Hilgna. Even when King Arthur was busy with political affairs and had no time to go out with his friends, he volunteered to stand up for Hilgna. Be a guide.

Of course, Finley didn't feel that something was wrong, after all, their king was able to make Ulster's Prince of Light propose marriage, make the Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows and the Goddess of Death look at each other differently, and make Connaught's The man that Queen Maeve waged war to get him won the favor of a mere Knight of the Round Table, and it was easy.

Even if Hilgner himself didn't have this plan, there would be an endless stream of people around him who were attracted by his charm.

"This knight sits in the rear...King Arthur's judgment is correct. In this way, even if the monsters and enemies in the north attack, the rule of the country will not be shaken."

Finley went through the information they collected here, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that it was correct.

"It seems that there is no need to worry too much, this war will end soon."

After all, King Arthur went out in person, and he brought along the best fighters of the Knights of the Round Table. Even if Lancelot was the number one knight, he would never be King Arthur's opponent.

To the surprise of Finley, and also of the whole of Great Britain, this supposedly foolproof arrangement turned out to be flawless.

—— Mordred rises up, occupies Camelot City in the rear, and proclaims himself king.

"Oops, this is really bad, I have to tell the king quickly!" After hearing the news, Finley subconsciously wanted to send a message to his king, but his hand was about to touch the communication demon. The mirror stopped.

Now his king was fighting the rebels of Ulster on Irish soil, and if King Arthur distracted him...

Finley didn't dare to bet, didn't dare to bet that his king, who smiled gently and happily beside King Arthur, would insist on sending troops to help King Arthur regardless of the exhaustion after the national war.

After all, Hilgna knew that one day he would form a partner with Cu Chulainn, whom he had become an enemy. Although Finlay admitted that his king had always been calm and far-sighted, he was always easy to act emotionally in terms of personal emotions.

So Finley withdrew his hand, leaving only the necessary manpower to guard, and he sent out more men to keep an eye on King Arthur's battle with Mordred.

Each of the soldiers brought out from La Grozita was one-on-one-hundred and good at lurking and reconnaissance. They continuously sent information from all sides, and all of them were gathered at Finley's desk.

The report must be reported, but the choice of when to report is the wisdom of being a subject.

When Finley received the news that La Grozita had completely suppressed the rebels, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and reported to Hilgna what was happening in Great Britain at this moment.

When Hilgner's face appeared on the other side of the mirror, Finley licked his lips and wiped the sweat off his palms where Hilgner couldn't see.

"My lord, King Arthur and Mordred are now facing each other on both sides of the hill of Camlann, and the final battle will probably take place in a few days."

Finley reported the intelligence he had collected.

Hilgner was silent for a while, and under Finley's nervous gaze, he said: "Continue to pay attention, if anything happens to Arthur, remember to report to me—remember, it must be timely."

Finley felt his back was drenched in cold sweat. Silgner's last words were obviously a warning to himself, and he might have discovered that Finley was intentionally delaying the report.

When the report was over, he took a long breath, and the remaining luck in his heart completely dissipated.

Hilgner's face was stern and indifferent just now, and Finley's heart was beating nervously just by glancing at it. He didn't dare to look at the king, for fear that he would see that he was hiding something.

But even so, his concealment was discovered, but Hilgner did not punish him, but gave him a verbal warning, which made Finley feel lucky to survive the catastrophe, and at the same time, he did not dare to make this mistake again.

"It's not enough just to send my subordinates out, I'd better go and watch in person." Finley thought about it, and felt that only in this way could he express his remorse and awareness of his mistakes.

This rebellion battle, which was thought to end safely, has undergone tremendous changes due to unexpected factors.

Because of Lancelot's escape, the Knights of the Round Table suffered heavy losses, and Arthur marched lightly to suppress Mordred, causing his large troops to come behind.

But even so, Arthur's manpower is still quite different from the men assembled by Mordred.

Arthur stood alone on the foothills near Kamran Hill, overlooking the army horses gathered on the other side.

He closed his eyes, and buried the intense emotion and pain deeply in his heart, preventing others from noticing it.

If his wavering and sadness were discovered by his subordinates, it would definitely have an impact on the morale of the army, causing morale to plummet.

"...want to see you." At this moment when only he could chew through the pain and swallow, Arthur suddenly wanted to see Hilgna very much.

There is no need for Hilgna to do anything, as long as he stands by his side and holds his hand tightly is enough.

Arthur took a deep breath, letting the cold, rust-smelling air flow into his lungs, trying to contain the thoughts that were spreading like crazy vines at the moment, but the emotions that could be suppressed normally may have been deposited I can't hold back anymore.

It was as if Arthur had put all his thoughts and emotions that he considered useless into a bottomless box, but one day the box would be filled.

At this special moment, these repressed emotions erupt violently like a volcano under the sea, and the hot magma tears apart the ground called reason, swallowing up all hesitation and hesitation.

This is the point of divergence in fate, and Arthur has been consciously aware that this war will be the key to his fate.

If he could win - Arthur thought so - then he proposed to Hilgner regardless of political considerations and gossip.

King Arthur drew his long sword, he lifted it up, put his forehead on the hilt, closed his eyes and prayed: "Please give me strength so that I can take back my beloved country, so that I can give my beloved express the love hidden deep in the heart."

——Please let me overcome fate.

On the other side, at the camp where the rebel army was, King Arthur's sister, Morgan Le Fay, swayed her soft waist, and came to Mordred.

With a satisfied and crazy smile on the corner of her mouth, the blond witch opened her arms to her 'son' Mordred.

She called Mordred with a sweet voice: "Ah, he is indeed my son. Look, this country finally belongs to us!"

Mordred is an artificial human made by stealing Arthur's sperm through magic means, and Mordred did not live up to her expectations at all, and really got this country.

——Although it has not been fully obtained, as long as Arthur is killed, it will only be a matter of time. As long as Mordred shows the face that is exactly the same as King Arthur in front of those nobles and knights, even if they don’t Ken acknowledged, and had to admit, Mordred's inheritance.

Sitting on the throne, Mordred's face was indifferent, and he did not win the joy of Camelot at all. He clenched the weapon in his hand, and the face that was exactly the same as that of King Arthur showed sober determination: "This country is ours. It will not be handed over to you, it will definitely be destroyed if it falls into your hands."

"Oh?" The smile on Morgan Le Fay's face disappeared for a moment, but soon reappeared.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as my child can take the country from that hateful man (King Arthur), it doesn't matter whether it is handed over to me." The giggling witch was immersed in the joy of revenge. Happy.

"You will need my help, my child, but it will not be too late then."

Speaking of this, Morgan suddenly remembered something and approached Mordred maliciously, and put his soft chest against the blond boy's arm: "How does it feel to be in power and everyone looks up to you? Isn't it wonderful?"

The witch's voice was full of dark temptation: "Respect, love, admiration, those things that were once owned by Arthur will be inherited by you."

"By the way, there is also the king from a foreign country. I don't mind if you can have a queen of the same sex? Anyway, with my magic, using your sperm to create bloodline descendants is just a waste of materials question."

Morgan maintained the smile on his face, and teleported to the door in the next moment, and Mordred swung his weapon violently when she said this - if Morgan hadn't escaped faster, I'm afraid her neck at the moment It will be cut off by Mordred's weapon.

"What a grumpy child." Even so, an extremely small bloodshot appeared on Morgan's throat.

Her pale fingertips wiped the bloodshot streak, and the magic power quickly restored the skin to its original smoothness.

"As a mother, I am always looking at you? You like the white-haired king, don't you? Let me guess, is it because Arthur loves him but can't get him, so you want to pass This is a way to prove that you can defeat Arthur? Have you imagined it? When you hug the white-haired king and kiss in front of Arthur, my 'brother' will definitely show a very 'wonderful' expression. , hahahahahaha!"

The wicked witch let out a crisp laugh, which made Mordred grit his teeth, and angry veins popped out on the back of the hand holding the weapon: "You vicious woman—don't confuse me with you!"

Morgan showed a look of feigned surprise: "Oh, did I say something wrong? Could it be that you really fell in love with that Irish king? Hahahahaha—Mordred! Are you kidding me? Are you My child, with my vicious blood flowing all over my body, how could I know how to love someone! It's just your greed to defeat King Arthur, and your self-esteem to prove that you are stronger than him!"

Mordred's throat rolled, and he lowered his head, the bright blond hair covered his eyes, and the shadows covered his handsome face, but at the same time it was the cold wind raised by the magic power converging on the long sword : "Get out - don't make me say it a second time!"

Morgan's arms and cheeks were cut by the magic power emitted by Mordred, but this small injury was just a small injury that could be recovered in an instant for her as a witch.

Seeing that the stimulation was enough, she shrugged her shoulders, swayed her waist and disappeared as quietly as she appeared, leaving only a warning in a suddenly indifferent tone: "Whether you want to prove that you are stronger than Arthur, To be more perfect, you still want to satisfy your self-esteem and get someone he can't get; or if you really fell in love with the king named Hilgna, you have to win this war."

Mordred looked at the place where Morgan disappeared like a stiff stone statue, and felt the soreness and bitterness from the roots of his teeth clenched too hard: "I know this much better than you, 'Mother'."

It was a bloody and sad battle, which lasted for three days and three nights, and nearly all the fallen soldiers filled the small hill of Kamran.

The stabbing sounds of knives, guns, and swords piercing through human flesh can be heard endlessly, and the fiercest battle took place between the King of Knights and his former Knights of the Round Table.

"Arthur!!!" Mordred waved his long sword. He looked at the face he knew so well. The excitement, hatred, sadness, and pain in his heart turned into his strength, and he turned towards the disordered breathing. , Pale-faced King of Knights!

However, the King of Knights is still the King of Knights. Even though he was severely injured, Arthur still avoided Mordred's thunderous blow with his perseverance and will, and passed him from the right side to win the oath. The sword pierced Mordred's armor, directly through his belly.

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Mordred's throat. He took a few steps back, trying to cover his bleeding wound, but the continuous flow of blood quickly took away his body temperature, and at the same time, his vitality.

"Arthur..." Mordred's eyes were loose, he knelt down on the ground, unwillingly raised his head to look at the King of Knights standing in the bloody sunset, those questions that wanted to be spoken, those unwillingness, those Wanting to refute Arthur's words that he was not fit to be a king disappeared with his life.

Arthur got rid of Mordred, but now that Avalon's scabbard "Remote Utopia" was stolen by Morgan's scheme and its whereabouts are unknown, he couldn't heal such a serious fatal injury.

Arthur could hold it no longer, and was about to fall forward, but his loyal knight caught him.

The blond-haired King of Knights raised his eyes fascinated by the blood with difficulty, and saw Bedivere's face.

Those light-colored eyes were full of sadness and tears, and Bedivere helped Arthur up, leading him away from the bloody battlefield full of corpses and resentment.

"King! Please persevere! As long as you reach the lake, you can let the fairies in the lake heal your wounds! Great Britain still needs you, and the Knights of the Round Table still need your leadership... And, and, Hilgna Your Majesty, king, if you pass away, he will be very sad! So... so, please persevere...!"

Bedivere was galloping through the forest with his horse, and he kept calling Arthur, trying to keep Arthur awake from the sleepiness that called him to the darkness.

But Arthur knew very well in his heart that this was his end, and in the end, he failed to overcome his inevitable fate.

His eyes could no longer see clearly, and his body was extremely heavy due to excessive blood loss.

Although Bedivere was very anxious, the bumpy horseback caused Arthur's wound to open again, and the blood kept gushing out - he could no longer move forward.

If he continued to advance like this, before reaching the lake, Arthur would die in pain due to excessive blood loss and open wounds.

Bedivere put Arthur down, and he called out to his king with a choked voice, hoping that a miracle would happen again.

Arthur showed a wry smile. Of course he was very unwilling, but his body could no longer hold on, and fate seemed really irresistible.

The weak magic power in his body is still mending the wound, but it is not enough.

If this continues, he will probably die in the pain of constant tearing and repairing.

The end of death was unavoidable, Arthur was extremely exhausted and in pain, at this moment he just wanted to die in a peaceful sleep.

"Bedivere...you go, throw my sword into the first lake you meet..." Arthur's voice was very soft and low, but it was still followed by Bedivere who was always paying attention to the lord. clearly captured.

"But, my lord! In this case, you will really...!" Bedivere's tears kept pouring out of his eyes. He tried to make Arthur change his mind, but he himself knew very well that this was the King of Knights. The end, but not the end of Arthur.

His lord will live peacefully in Avalon's "far away ideal land", far away from the strife of the world, with those goblins, elves and gods.

"I see...if this is your wish." After wiping away his tears, Bedivere picked up Arthur's sworn victory sword, mounted his horse, and headed towards the nearest lake.

Colorful patches of color had already appeared in front of Arthur's eyes, perhaps it was a hallucination before he died.

"I'm really...not reconciled..." Arthur's eyes have lost their vision, he can feel the refreshing wind blowing on his face, and the melodious birdsong echoes in his ears, but he is already far away from this world , leaving the country riddled with holes, leaving the sweetheart whom he couldn't confess to in the end, dying alone.

I'm so sorry--

Just when a certain high-dimensional consciousness was about to send an invitation to the dying Knight King called the War of the Heroic Spirits and the Holy Grail, an unexpected pawn interrupted the doomed process.

Finley received the information that King Arthur was seriously injured, and followed the trail of the horse all the way to the forest.

He saw the dying and unresponsive King Arthur at a glance, and at that moment his mind was filled with fear and fear——

If Hilgna knew that his important friend was going to die, how would Finley, who was in charge of this area of ​​Great Britain, be punished?It would be fine if it was just a simple death, but when he thought that he might lose the trust of his lord forever and never return to La Grocchita, Finley was so afraid that his hands were shaking.

"No, I can't let King Arthur die here!"

Finley took out the pouch that he had carefully kept from the package he carried with him. Under the protection of the layers of fabric, what was exposed was a soft black crow feather.

This was originally a valuable item given to Finley by Hilgna as a talisman, and it should not be used until critical times, but Finley also knew that now is not the time to be distressed, he must save King Arthur!

Perhaps it was because he was far away from Ireland, or maybe it was because King Arthur was not completely dead at the moment, but was still a living person, so the feather of Morrigan, the goddess of death, did not heal King Arthur in an instant as Finley thought.

Although the wound had stopped bleeding, and King Arthur's eyebrows and eyes were no longer full of pain, Finley could tell that the power of feathers alone could not heal King Arthur.

"It's too late to hesitate, now bring King Arthur back to La Grozita for treatment!"

Great Britain's medical technology is completely inferior to that of La Grocita, which already has a systematic treatment method, and both public and private, Finlay feels that it is a better choice to bring King Arthur back.

Hilgna's loyal valet issued the order, and the soldiers following Finley took King Arthur away neatly and carefully. The ships staying in the port were also ready to sail immediately after receiving the message.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. When Bedivere returned to the forest with the holy sword that could not be returned to the lake because he couldn't bear to let the king pass away completely, all he was left with was the empty wind.

In order to save King Arthur, Finley did not hesitate to activate the rune that could instantly drain a magician dry, concentrating all the magic power on speeding up the voyage.

Fortunately, many of the soldiers who came to Great Britain also learned magic in school, which shortened the long journey by more than half.

The doctors and druids who received Finley's message had already been waiting at the port, prepared all the necessary medicines and tools, and only waited for King Arthur to start the operation as soon as he arrived.

Hilgner stood outside the room lit with bright candles, listening to the orderly voice from inside: "The internal organs were injured, and the corrupted parts were cut off."

"Here, sew it up with the crossed centipede technique."

"The viscera here is gushing out dirty blood! Quickly use magic to get the dirty blood out, otherwise I won't be able to remove it!"

"Oops, his heart rate has dropped again! Hurry up and get ready to give him cardiac compressions to help the heart pace!"

A long night passed, and under the protection of the magic of Morrigan's feathers, and the superb skills of doctors taught by Silgner through the education that was vigorously promoted in Ireland, Arthur's heartbeat stabilized and his pale face It also turned bloody again.

——The special soul that should not have appeared in this world changed the doomed destiny.