Mordred is back here, this place of the end.

The remnants of the sun were like blood, corpses everywhere, and the entire British army was almost wiped out.

Not because of the battle with the enemy, but because of civil strife.

She crouched there, with a gun piercing her chest, opening a large hole.

In this rebellion that divided the country in two, she was defeated in a battle with the king and lost her life.

His eyes gradually lost their luster and consciousness was withdrawn. At the moment when the soul left this world, I don't know what miracle made her see the king again, and it was also her father.

The wounds he inflicted on the king were fatal. The king must have hated his enemies with hatred and curses, and lamented his fate—she thought so.

But in fact, the father did not show any feelings, but gave people a calm impression.

Even if he was about to get to this point, cursing her, calculating her, and hating her, his father didn't seem to take it to heart at all.

It's really sad - "she" thought so.

Because not hating someone who hates you is much more painful than simply hating the other person in turn.

The king left the battlefield with the help of the knights.

"She" also followed her gaze closely, flapping her wings and flying on the battlefield like a bird, all the way to her father's back.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha——!"

The knight ran.

The war is over, the sunset is as red as blood sinks, and now the darkness of the night dominates the battlefield.

The curse fills the hills where the dead are buried, and the living are taken away and groaned.

The knight's hand held the horse's rope and hung desperately on the wounded white horse.

"King Arthur, here ——!"

Although he was wounded, the knight still galloped on the battlefield.

The king served by the knight has been captured by death.

Although he single-handedly defeated the rebels, the king himself was mortally wounded.

"Wake up, please! When you get to that forest, you must be!"

Breathing heavily, crossing the mountain of corpses, the knight's goal is a forest that is not stained with blood.

"King, stay here now, and I will call the soldiers at once. ”

The knight leaned the king's body against the tree.

Not a second is too late.

"Please bear with me until then. I'm going to bring the soldiers here."

Saluting the unconscious king, the knight ran to the white horse.

—Bedwell. ”

Until then.

The king, who should not be conscious, called the name of the knight.

"Wang!?Are you sober!?"

"Yes. Had a little dream."

Hazy voice.

But the voice was very—very warm to "hers."

"Dreams?"

It's like an inquiry.

The king's consciousness is not yet complete. If you don't ask this question, you'll fall into darkness again.

"Hmm. Nothing I've ever seen, a valuable experience. ”

"Yes. Please take a break carefully. During this time I will bring the soldiers over. ”

“——”

Take a breath.

I don't know what's strange in the knight's words.

"What rude words are there to be done, Wang?"

"—No. Just surprised by what you said. Are dreams something that you can see even after waking up? It's not a different dream, just close your eyes and you will see the same thing?"

This time the change of knights was surprising.

He sorted it out and replied.

"- Yes. If you have a strong longing, you will see the same dreams, and I will have the same experience. ”

There's no such thing at all.

Dreams are meant to be something that comes from once in a while.

Neither the knight nor "she" was well aware of this, and even then the knight lied.

This was supposed to be the first and last time that the knight apologized for the king's wrongdoing.

"Yes. You're knowledgeable, too, Bedwell. ”

The king said with emotion.

With his head down, he did not look at the knight.

The king no longer knew what he was doing, breathing, quietly,

"Bedwell. Take my sword. ”

With the voice that was taken away, make the last command.

"Listen up. Walk through this forest, over that blood-soaked hill. There is a deep lake beyond that. Put my sword into it. ”

"——! King, that!"

The knight knew what it was.

Sword in the Lake.

Let go of the sword that protects the king until now, and the king's proof represents the end of the king he serves.

"—Go ahead. Come back here when you're done, I want to hear what you see."

The king's words did not change.

The knight picked up the holy sword, unable to cut it and hesitated over the hill—

And then.

The knight hesitated three times to return the sword.

There are indeed lakes.

But it was not possible to throw the sword into it.

The king is immortal.

As long as there is the guidance of the holy sword, the king will not be destroyed.

But if you throw your sword into the lake, the king will no longer be a king.

The knight was unable to put his sword in because of the king, so he returned to the king's side.

The king repeatedly commanded the knights.

To the knight who lied that the sword was discarded, it would be good to obey the order.

Disobeying the king's orders was a great sin for the knights.

But he still fought for his life for the second time.

Whenever I was in front of the lake, I would think of the king's life—

But this will eventually come to an end.

The knight, who realized that the king's meaning would never change, threw his sword into the lake for the third time.

The Holy Sword was returned to the lake.

A white wrist appeared on the surface of the water to take the sword, and after three spins in mid-air, the holy sword disappeared from the world.

“——”

Then the knight accepted.

The end of the king.

That's the end of that responsibility for too long.

When I crossed the hill for the third time, the forest ridges were covered in the morning sun.

There is no trace of the battlefield.

There is no look of bloodthirsty war, in a clear mist.

"—threw the sword into the lake. The hand of the lake elf did receive the sword. ”

The king opened his eyes at the knight's words.

"Yes. That lifts your chest. Keep the commandments of your king. ”

In the voice of death, the knight nodded quietly—

It's all over.

After that, their country will continue to be in turmoil.

The war will not end, and soon the day of destruction will come.

However, the king's war ended there.

He- no, she had done that task by the end.

The light fades away.

Because the thing is done, the last force that protects her is gone.

"—I'm sorry, Bedwell.

This time, I'll sleep longer—"

It's like falling asleep quietly.

King, close your eyes.

Only the morning sun sets.

Silence stood in the forest, accompanied by the king's eternal sleep.

Seeing the face without a trace of remorse, tears fell involuntarily.

At this moment, "she" could no longer tell whether it was a dream or a hallucination.

"She" only knew that the side face was exactly what "she" was looking forward to.

Peaceful sleep.

In the end, my father was finally able to find peace.

The sky is vast, and the clear sky is blue.

This is the end of the war.

"—Are you looking, King Arthur. ”

The whispering voice rides the wind.

The king who fell asleep was like sinking into the endless blue.

"Dream, continue—"

Look at the distant, distant dreams.

……

……

……

The bird spreads its wings and flies through the air, taking "her" to another place.

I have dreamed of countless scenes.

"She" stood in front of a solid rock, and next to it stood a magician who didn't know whether he was young or old.

With a sword stuck in the rock, the magician proclaimed loudly to the knights of the country:

"Whoever draws this sword will become king. ”

Brave men, people who are absolutely confident in their own strength, and famous knights all come to challenge to draw their swords, but they all give up because they can't pull them at all.

"These stupid guys. —she scoffed to herself.

This sword is a weapon used to elect a king, and only the chosen ones who can save the country can pull it out. You want to pull it out with brute force alone, no matter how naïve you are, there should be a limit.

So, when no one cared about the sword anymore, she stood in front of it.

The magician said in a calm tone:

"Before you hold your sword, you'd better think it through. ”

She thought about it. Whenever she was thinking.

The meaning of pulling out this sword.

It means to be a king in his own right.

So she held out her hand—as if she didn't feel the need to answer.

So, with a sigh, the magician waved his hand—the dream was always done here and then it was interrupted.

Even if you stretch out your hand to the sword, you can't touch it at all. Obviously vowed to become the king of his own power, but Dream still declared to himself as always, "You don't have that authority".

She was impatient and indignant at this, and even pleaded with her at the end.

"Let me draw my sword, let me be king, I will not fail to draw it. ”

"So, what oath do you want to make to this sword, and what do you entrust to it?"

She answered the magic question correctly.

"I want to be a good king. ”

"With the right governance, the right strategy and the right strength to support this country. Absolute justice, absolute power, what's wrong with that?"

She stretched out her hand like this, but her hand couldn't even touch the hilt of her sword.

It's only a little bit short, but as long as you can hold the hilt, you'll definitely be able to pull the sword out.

For I am Mordred, the son of King Arthur.

I'm not going to lose to anyone, to be a king who surpasses my father—

However, no matter how many times she repeated, she could not touch the golden sword stuck in the stone.

Until this time, she stood in front of the rock but did not reach out.

"Do you understand?" asked the magician.

"Understood. She nodded.

He is lonely, he is lonely, like a crescent moon that quietly shines in a cloudy sky.

He was always alone, miserable and clear.

Because everyone was looking up to him, they couldn't even cry and shout—

If anyone becomes king, you don't need to do that.

You can put your mind at ease and smile – I want to tell him that.

Of course, the king will definitely not allow the existence of such a superfluous ingredient. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't allow it. Just think that, and then act to become king.

Putting aside all the feelings of regret, I threw away this dream. Actually, it wasn't needed in the first place.

But I don't regret it. Although I have made one mistake after another, I have now realized that in my life full of mistakes, I still have such a noble and human desire.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's simple. ”

She grinned and held out her hands.

Instead of drawing the sword as before, he directly hugged the rock under the sword, raised the rock and the sword in the stone together, and threw it far away.

"you, I don't need anything like this. ”

"Yes, that's right, that's like you. It's stupid, but it's cute. ”

The magician laughed and lifted his hood, revealing a frivolous and handsome face.

Seeing this face, "she" instantly understood everything.

"Sure enough, you're doing the, Merlin. ”

"Don't say that, I just want you to see your heart. ”

"I've long recognized that I don't need you to do anything else. ”

"Well, then go, go and draw the sword that is truly yours. ”

The magician pointed to the two of them, and another rock appeared in front of them, and a sword more beautiful than any silver was stuck in the rock.

"I said no. ”

"She" didn't look at it, turned away, she hated this guy who pretended to be a ghost, she always was.

The moment she turned, the silver sword burst into a dazzling light, breaking away from the cornerstone and falling into Mordred's hands.

"You-"

Turning his head, the magician's figure had disappeared, and the surrounding scene became more and more blurred.

Only the sword in his hand still shines.

PS:The editor said a lot and the traitor.,The original text of the big paragraph is not allowed in the same person in the future.,Otherwise, it may be sealed-The traitor has checked.,There are currently two chapters with paragraphs of the original text.,These three chapters will be released in a free form.,But these original texts are interspersed and mixed in the form of adaptation.,The rape also spent a lot of thought.,So there won't be additional compensation.,Above.。