Radiant Enemy

Fujimaru Tachibana was stunned.

The silver-white long hair like moonlight gently covered the neck, tied behind the ears into a small braid and hung on the shoulders, and the blue eyes were full of calmness and wisdom, just like the sky and the sea intertwined. The color of the sea and the sky, and the fair skin are incompatible with the mountain people here, but it is easy for him to have the sense that he should be in the same place with these people.

He is the clear spring gushing out of the hot desert, the cloud that blocks the blazing sun, and the oasis where travelers can rest assured after a long journey.

She had seen this face before. At the North American singularity, the owner of this face was altered by Queen Maeve's wish to the Holy Grail, and completely turned into a cruel and greedy tyrant.

——He was the first king of Laglochita, Hilgna, who unified Ireland and left countless rumors and anecdotes.

Although in the end, with the help of caster Cu Chulainn, Hilgna was altered back to its original state, but Fujimaru Tachibana didn't get along with Hilgna for long.

Firstly, after all, they were on the battlefield at that time, so there was not so much time left for them, and secondly, compared to Fujimaru Tachibana himself, Hilgna would be more willing to talk to former acquaintances—such as Brother Cu Chulainn.

Therefore, this is the first time the orange-haired girl has the opportunity to have a good chat with Hilgna.

However, these heroic spirits will not remember what happened at the singularity point. Even if Fujimaru Tachibana wants to get close, he probably can only start from scratch.

The girl who felt a little lost in her heart was thinking about it for a second, and saw a scene that almost made her eyes pop out of the frame.

——"I finally see you again!! Hill, Hill!"

The bow soldier who gave people a sense of gentleness and stability since meeting Tachibana Fujimaru opened his muscular arms and locked Hilgna tightly in his arms. His shining eyes and full of emotion The call made Fujimaru Tachibana blush.

But at the same time, she couldn't help but began to think, could it be that she had admitted the wrong person?

Otherwise, how could Arash, who was supposed to be the great hero of Persia, know the King of Laglochita in Ireland?

Wouldn't it be like Artoria, people with this face are everywhere?

Well, it's not impossible if you think about it carefully.

Just as Fujimaru Tachibana's thoughts became more and more bizarre, Hilgner was embraced by Arash, his face was buried in the full chest muscles, coupled with the powerful arms, almost did not knock Hilgner away. Bored to death.

The arms strangling his back and waist were like iron chains, restraining Hilgna's attempts to break free.

The fiery breath fell on Hilgner's ear, and Hilgner, who was hugged in his arms, could clearly feel that Arash's body was shaking.

His heart softened, and he gently stroked Arash's soft hair.

But to Hilgner's surprise, Arash refused to let go after hugging him, which made Hilgner, who was also full of joy, couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

——Although Hilgna actually didn't need to breathe, being hugged by Arash in such a posture under the eyes of everyone really made him a little uncomfortable.

What's more, in the eyes of those looking over, there are villagers who were once watched by Hilgna and respectfully called "Lord Musa".

Hilgner patted Arash's thick back vigorously, motioning him to let go of himself: "Let go of me, Arash, I can't speak properly in this posture now."

Hearing this, Arash finally let go of Hilgna, and when he noticed that many mountain people were looking at him, his wheat-colored skin couldn't help turning red.

And Fujimaru Tachibana and Mash's eyes were even more piercing, and Arash's clairvoyance was subconsciously activated by the look that made people feel chills behind them, and as a result, they saw a lot of bad and erotic thoughts.

As a girl in District 11 with a very developed rot culture, Fujimaru Tachibana has naturally been exposed to such things. Before coming to Chaldea, she once published a doujinshi with her friends.

As for Matthew's words... then it can only be said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black.

"Ahem." Arash coughed lightly, stood up as if nothing had happened, and pulled Hilgna up as well.

When they were in Egypt, when Hilgna was still young, Arash was almost inseparable from Hilgna, and took over the work of taking care of this little master by the way.

This also made Arash subconsciously start to take care of him when he saw Hilgna, even though Hilgna was already a calm adult now, it didn't stop Arash from doing so.

"This is not a good place to talk." Hilgner naturally let Arash take care of himself, he looked at Fujimaru Tachibana, nodded and said: "Then I will go to the room and talk to you—Bei Diwell, you too."

When seeing Hilgna, not only the visitor from Chaldea and Arash were stunned, but also the silver-haired knight in Knights of the Round Table.

Bedivere actually hid one thing from Chaldea and his party.

He is actually not a heroic spirit, but a human being.

The reason why Bedivere was able to live so long as a human was because the holy sword that could not be returned to the fairy in the lake was still in his hands.

The holy sword replaced his missing arm, and also allowed his physical body to be maintained for a period of time.

But the fact that the body is not decayed or old does not mean that the mind is also the same.

Bedivere has been on a long journey looking for the missing King Arthur.

His king asked him to return the holy sword to the lake, but he went to the lake three times and failed to throw the sword into the lake.

And when he returned to the forest where King Arthur was with the holy sword for the third time, all that was left to Bedivere was an empty space.

Since then, Bedivere has realized what a mistake he has made because of his weakness and sadness.

For more than 500 years, Bedivere has been walking in the world, looking for the trace of the king who failed to enter Avalon, but he found nothing in the end.

Until he drifted to the town of fairies where Merlin was, and knew that King Arthur had already become the king of the wild hunt and the king of the undead. Like him, he was wandering in the world for thousands of years, unable to escape.

"It's not entirely your fault."

The male Merlin said to Bedivere.

"Failed to return the holy sword, which made King Arthur use the holy gun, and the divinity of the holy gun eroded his spirit and body. I am afraid that King Arthur at this moment is no longer the king in our memory."

"But King Arthur took up the Holy Lance voluntarily. This is true. Well, it is indeed his style to protect the one he loves." Merlin rubbed his chin and told what he saw with clairvoyance.

"So, maybe, this is the real him. Even so, are you willing to give everything to save him?"

Bedivere nodded silently. Because of his own mistakes and weaknesses, so many people were hurt, and the once noble King Arthur became a cruel Lion King. This incident tormented the knight's soft heart and made his soul Old and tired.

Merlin installed the Sword of Oath of Victory on Bedivere's missing arm, allowing him to use it freely, but at the same time, every time he used this holy sword full of power, it was consuming his body and overdrawing his life.

When the number of times the holy sword can be used is over, it may be the end of Bedivere.

Bedivere was already prepared to die, but he still had fear in his heart. He was not afraid of death, but if his death could not bring about a better ending, how would he deal with himself?

That's why Bedivere appeared here.

But when he saw Hilgna showing his true face, Bedivere, who thought he was calm and indifferent, couldn't help showing a gaffe on his face.

And what happened next made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

Isn't Hilgna the king's admirer!Why did that follower hug His Excellency Hilgna so familiarly?

Bedivere's eyes suddenly sharpened. He looked at Arash critically, and compared him with King Arthur in his heart. After comparing his appearance, figure, strength, financial resources, and territory, he confirmed that their king completely won.

But when he thought that the current King Arthur had become the Lion King, Bedivere was discouraged again.

When he was called by Hilgna, he finally suppressed his disturbed thoughts, maintained his superficial calmness and replied: "Understood, Your Majesty Hilgna."

Bedivere's shout made Arash remember in a trance that before Hilgner became the Hittite prince, he was indeed the Lord of Ireland who had relations with Great Britain in one life.

In other words, this silver-haired knight was one of King Arthur's subordinates.

Arash looked at Bedivere for a while, and then smiled heartily at Hilgna: "After all, there are not enough manpower now. In order to prevent the attack of the Knights of the Round Table, I will go to watch the night first. Hill, see you later. "

Hilgner nodded, Arash patted him on the shoulder, and then walked towards the observation point.

Arash knew that Hilgna had a relationship with King Arthur, but it didn't mean that he could maintain a calm mind when he saw that King Arthur's subordinate.

And the clairvoyance belonging to the rank of archer gave Arash the ability to see through people's hearts for a short time. Naturally, he also knew that the Knight of the Round Table probably thought so when he saw his close contact with Hilgna.

"Falling in love with someone who is too attractive, is it so troublesome and worrying about gain and loss..."

The great Persian hero who had never had a headache about this kind of thing couldn't help but mess up his short hair, and his hearty face showed disappointment.

And Hilgna, who entered the house with Fujimaru Tachibana, Matthew, and Bedivere, snapped his fingers lightly, and set up a barrier around the room.

"How much do you know?"

Hilgner didn't go around in circles, and asked straight to the point.

Fujimaru Tachibana pondered for a while, and told the information they had found out one by one.

It was roughly the same as what Hilgna knew, except that Fujimaru Tachibana and the others were unable to break through the gate of the holy capital, enter the city of Jerusalem, and face the Lion King duel.

"Actually, we have no way to break through the guarding knight of the round table, Gawain." Fujimaru Tachibana gave a wry smile.

"Combined with those solemn knights and other knights of the round table, the combat power is overwhelmingly insufficient."

I'm afraid they will collapse because of the exhaustion of their magic power before seeing the Lion King.

"Really." Hilgna remained calm, he pondered for a while, and said to Fujimaru Tachibana: "You guys can rest here for a while, don't worry about combat power, when the time comes, it will naturally appear."

"Huh?" Fujimaru Tachibana blinked, not understanding what Hilgna meant.

"But before that, although the people of the mountain let you stay here, they haven't fully accepted you yet." Hilgna stood up and said to the orange-haired savior girl.

"Before the decisive battle comes, let them see your strength and let them trust you as soon as possible."

Having finished speaking to the Lord of Chaldea, Hilgna turned his attention to Bedivere.

Bedivere seemed to realize something, and said to Fujimaru Tachibana: "Miss Tachibana, can you let me have a private chat with Your Excellency Hilgna?"

The orange-haired savior girl nodded and left with Matthew.

Only the silver-haired knight and Hilgna remained in the room.

The white-haired prophet was silent for a while, and then said to Bedivere with a wry smile: "Arthur...he will become like this, I'm afraid it's my fault, I'm sorry."

In the royal city of La Grokita, in the battle with the heroic spirit Cu Chulainn, Arthur was sent to an unknown destination by the teleportation array in order to lure the heroic spirit Cu Chulainn away, and he never returned to Hilgna in the end. side.

"No, that's my fault. I failed to return the holy sword to the fairy of the lake, that's why my king picked up the holy spear Lungomeniad." Bedivere shook his head, eyes overflowing grief.

The silver-haired knight covered his face, his voice trembling.

As if unable to bear the heavy pressure on his back, his slender body bent down.

"it's all my fault……"

Hilgna patted Bedivere's shoulder lightly, calming down the loyal knight.

"Now no matter how we two take the blame on ourselves, it probably won't help." Hilgner sighed in his voice.

He has seen the Lion King, so he has a deeper understanding than Bedivere of what the Lion King really is.

That was both Arthur and not Arthur.

The divinity overwhelmingly covered the human nature, and what he did was obviously a good deed, but the final result could not be described as a good deed at all.

Hilgna doesn't think that what Arthur -- the Lion King has done can really save humanity.

Only 500 people can be saved, but how can human beings live at the end of the world? In the end, this holy capital is just a museum that stores human souls, and it cannot be regarded as the preservation of human reason at all.

"I will go to see Arthur with you, let's stop him together."

Hilgna saw a certain possible future from Arthur, and he couldn't leave King Arthur alone.

Bedivere closed his hot eyes, nodded, and gradually calmed down his trembling body as Hilgna gently stroked his hair.

And in the distant desert, Osman Diaz, who was in the glorious compound temple, propped his chin with his hands, closed his golden pupils, and fell into a deep sleep.

He returned to his hometown in a trance, the waves belonging to the Nile River were shaking, and when you pushed aside the abundant reeds, you could see white egrets fluttering and flying, and shadowy fish emerged from the deep water.

The sun-kissed boy and girl were playing in the golden reeds, and the moist wind blew on Osman Diaz's face.

This is Egypt, the land of golden sands favored by the sun god Amonra.

When Osman Diaz opened his eyes again, he found himself back to his youth.

Gentle water waves knocked on the white stone steps, submerging his insteps shallowly.

The sun warms the water coming from the Nile River. Just standing in the water, you can feel the refreshment of your body and mind being washed clean.

"Osman Diaz——" someone called him, Osman Diaz turned his head, and saw Senasa as a teenager, and Hilgner as a teenager.

When is this memory?Osman Diaz thought in his heart that the past time was so long that he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Let's go, Root won't come to class today, let's go play together!" Senasa shouted at him.

"Hill said no one can beat him on horseback, and we are all preparing for a race!"

"Oh? I don't believe it!" Osman Diaz heard his own voice, with vigor and refusal to admit defeat.

"I'm going to fetch the horse!"

By the way, this is what happened when they were both young.

When everyone was asleep in the afternoon, the princes secretly brought the horses and competed in speed on the street.

Hilgner wore short hair that exposed his slender neck, and the excess hair was braided into a small braid, which fell behind his ears, looking sassy and neat.

When he noticed Osman Diaz's gaze, the white-haired boy smiled at the Egyptian crown prince, then got on his horse, and whispered something in the horse's ear.

Several steeds lined up at the starting point, and the most conspicuous one was of course Osman Diaz.

The horse he was riding was selected from countless precious steeds, and it was second to none in terms of pedigree and foot strength.

The horses that the other princes rode were naturally one in a thousand good horses, only slightly inferior.

In this case, if you want to win against Osman Diaz, you must have very superior riding skills.

"It's really boring to compare like this? It's the same if you win or lose." Another prince calmed the agitated horse and asked.

"That's right, why don't you all bet on something as a prize?" Hilgner said simply, he took out a gem and waved it at the other princes.

"Whoever wins can take all the jackpot, how about it?" Hilgner suggested.

The sapphire reflected a clear and colorful light in the sunlight, such a round and huge gemstone, even the kings of various countries, it is rare to have such a piece in their treasury.

If you take out this kind of fine gemstone, you might be able to buy a small country.

As a matter of course, most of the contestants' eyes were red, and the atmosphere, which was just for fun, suddenly became solemn and became intense.

The current Osman Diaz can certainly see that the reason why Hilgna made such a proposal is that he is completely confident that he will be the one to win the lottery.

"Isn't that the sapphire that Hittite gave you as a birthday present? Wow - Hill, you are really willing!" The other princes also came over.

Senasa was amazed, he thought for a while, pointed to the forehead belt inlaid with gemstones on his head and said: "I don't have anything on my body that can compare to your gemstones, if I really want to say, probably only this forehead belt .”

The forehead belt on Senasa's head was also a gift from Xitai, it seemed to be given by his half-brother, and it was also very expensive in terms of value.

Of course, some princes expressed doubts about this: "It's just a horse race. Is it necessary to make it so grand?"

However, the prince of another country who said so was quickly stunned: "It's interesting to be exciting!"

"Could it be that you think you can't win? Or can't afford to lose?"

"Gamble, bet, whoever is afraid of whom!"

They were all fresh-blooded young people, and after being so excited, they immediately put their doubts behind them.

Everyone put their heads on the lottery, the atmosphere was completely different from the previous fun, and everyone worked hard to win No.1.

Since Hilgna pressed his piece of sapphire, it is certainly impossible for Osman Diaz to press something of lower value than him.

Whether as a friend or an opponent, or as the future Lord of Egypt.

So what he pressed out was the wristband that he always wore on his wrist.

It was a bracelet made of gold, pigeon blood gems, and turquoise, no matter in terms of craftsmanship or value, it was more expensive than Hilgna's gems.

"preparation--"

"I'm going to take a step first!" The prince of Xitai laughed and ran away with his whip.

"Senash, you are so cunning!"

"Oh, I won't give you No.1!" Osman Diaz smiled confidently, and also raised his whip to urge the horse to run fast.

Hilgna chuckled lightly. He bent down and whispered a few words in the steed's ear, then turned around, and his figure disappeared into another path.

Naturally, it was Osman Diaz who went hand in hand with Senasa, while the other princes were either left behind or had to slow down because the terrain was too complicated.

"Hey, where's the Hilgna people?" Seeing that he had already run across the block, but still didn't see Hilgna's figure, Osman Diaz glanced around from the corner of his eye, and asked Senesa who had fallen from his own horse. road.

"Where are you looking - Osman!" The moment Osman Diaz turned his head, the white figure of Hilgna suddenly jumped out from the roof beside him, and the horse flew in mid-air as if it had wings. After a while it fell to the ground.

The dust raised by the horseshoes dazzled Osman Diaz and Senasa, and before they had time to wipe the dust from their eyes, they heard Hilgna's clear and crisp laughter: "I'm just one step ahead—I'm at the finish line Waiting for you!"

"Hill! This is too cunning!" Senasa was three horses behind Hilgna, and the distance was still widening. He shouted at his friend unwillingly.

Only Osman Diaz continued to forge ahead after being suddenly overtaken by Hilgna, and the distance between him and Hilgna was already clenched very tightly.

"Sure enough, you and I are the ones left at the end!" Osman Diaz laughed heartily, the wind brushed his cheeks and white robe, as if an invisible hand was pushing his back and the horse, making his body The speed does not decrease but increases.

"But I must be the one who wins!" The young Pharaoh's heart was beating fast, and the joy and refreshment brought by running made the smile on his face brighter.

The white-haired prince who was only a horse away from him turned his head slightly, showing a sly smile.

Just when it was time to turn, Silgner deliberately leaned towards Osman Diaz, and then forced Osman Diaz to the narrow wall, prompting him to slow down.

"It's not certain who will win in the end!" Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Silgner flicked his whip and continued to move forward, leaving Osman Diaz to control the horse to adjust its direction, and quickly chased after him.

The result of that horse race did not actually tell the winner, because the two of them met the group of priests and priests who were setting out to worship the temple. In order not to bump into them, both of them tightened their reins and even The man and the horse fell to the side of the sand dune.

Fortunately, both the man and the horse were fine, but not only Osman Diaz, but even Hilgna's body was covered with yellow sand, as if he had just come out of a sand bath, and he didn't look like two noble princes.

They looked at each other, and then burst out laughing at the same time: "Hahahaha!"