Prologue: The Eve of Eternal Destiny

"Terrible, isn't it?"

Blood flowed down his forehead, staining the perspective of his left eye red, and his arm looked heavy from the long battle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe blond youth stood on a high slope of corpses and laughed softly.

In front of him, besieging him under the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, were dozens of knights and countless soldiers.

"Ah, but, it's fun, huh?"

The tone was so happy, as if it had found some interesting toy, not at all like the words of a dying man.

His eyes were as hot and clear as a child having found an interesting toy.

This not only frightened the rebels besieging him.

"Monster..."

How can there be such a person?!

Since the beginning of the war, more than a thousand people have died under his one-handed giant sword, which should have been held in both hands, but in his hands it was as swift as a dagger. This guy fought through the encirclement in this way, and went straight from the periphery of the battlefield to this location near the center. Single-handedly did such a horrible thing!

This guy who is not trusted by King Arthur almost killed King Arthur's side at this moment!

Can Lancelot do such a thing? Even if he could, he would have no combat power, right?

The commander of the rebel army couldn't help but look at this young man who was still planning to fight, still holding his sword high.

"Put down your sword, Rodriette Saltisius, you are not a Knight of the Round Table, why should you die here?"

Yes, he is not a knight of King Arthur. He was not recognized by King Arthur.

Although I don't understand what is going on, I have to say that if King Arthur was willing to trust this person, even if he gave him an army of 1,000 men, her situation today would not be so bad, right?

Why doesn't she trust this guy?... No, that proves that guy doesn't have any emotions, right?

The commander of the rebels, the son of King Arthur, no, should be the daughter, Mordred was even more twisted at this moment.

Why...

"Surrender!

She roared, raised her sword, and pointed at the battlefield not far behind her.

There, King Arthur was still fighting, but he lacked the strength to return to heaven.

This rebellion is already destined to be successful.

Here, on the battlefield of the sword bar, King Arthur without the scabbard is destined to save nothing, and she and her empire will be destroyed here.

"Look at your king! she's no more!"

She didn't understand why this man, whether it was the man or the knights who were persistent and refused to betray, they had to gather around King Arthur, around the guy who didn't know how to feel. She's not human!?

Why does it have to be her!!, not herself!!

"Shut up!

Rodriten held his sword aloft, the greatsword that no one knew of its origin, and which had never been talked about by Rodritte.

"Do you know the name of this sword?"

But in the end, he finally said it.

"This is not a goblin weapon. ”

Yes, that sword is rough and not refined.

"It's not forged by the fairies of the lake. ”

The weapons of the fairies in the lake belong to King Arthur and Lancelot...

"This is my sword. ”

So, what kind of sword is this?

Rodriit strode into battle, holding aloft the blood-stained weapon.

"Great Knight Proclamation Sword!!"

The sword is in the shape of a simple cross, with no ornate ornamentation or precious metal inlays. Only two short inscriptions are engraved on both sides of the sword.

Rodrithe has been appearing since King Arthur got the sword in the stone, and until now, this sword has been used.

No matter how luxurious the other knights used to show their virtues, no matter how brilliant and powerful the other swords were. He only wielded the sword, no matter how many times it was nearly cut off by a sharp blade and shattered by a tomahawk.

He just used the sword, rushed to King Arthur's side, and never backed away.

Then, never a single defeat.

Seriously injured and on the verge of death. He didn't know how many times he had faced the extreme pain, the scars on his body had long been innumerable, the abyss of death had been on the verge of countless times, he was stupidly walking on his own path, and the thorns of fate stabbed him all over his body, so that his blood paved the road.

But he never failed.

But he will always win.

No matter how troubled the situation, no matter how tragic the battle. No matter how much it takes. There is only one end result.

He won.

That is the highest result above all else. It is the highest reward for Rodritte's fight to this day. It's something that flows from Rodritte's body, from the roots.

It's called Victory.

Give the name of this thing to the sword in your hand, and this sword will be natural.

"Sing glory and vow victory. ”

The overly long blade swirled with a storm of magical power, and the blood-stained silver knight gave a shuddering look in the center of the storm.

It was cold, fanatical eyes, a mixture of ice and fire.

But even if it's such a beautiful color, the price of immersing yourself in it is only death.

"Obsessed!!"

Mordred closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, there was nothing but anger in them.

She had already murdered Rodritte.

For this guy who shattered her helmet, for this guy who disrupted the battle situation, and for this guy who still refused to give up, moved with murderous intent.

"The last one!Rodritte!Are you still going to be my enemy!!"

She raised her sword and began to sprint.

She completely understood that the only possibility for killing this guy was herself.

Relying on quantity, it is no longer possible.

Before that, though, she wanted to do the last futile end.

"The round table that is not recognized!!"

"There's so much nonsense!!Mordred!!"

Vain is doomed to futility.

The icy gaze of the silver-armored blue-robed knight had already looked at him, and all that was in his eyes was killing intent.

“！！”

In just an instant, the magic of Rodritte's riot had rushed to this side with the slash of the giant sword, tearing all the soldiers along the road before they had time to dodge, and then bombarded Mordred with unabated momentum.

In just an instant, Mordred's armor had already cracked several cracks.

"Ahhh

Then, in the next instant, a raging storm had rushed in front of you.

"Hmm!!"

With no room to dodge, Mordred gritted his teeth and raised his sword, catching the terrifying sword hard. But even if the tiger's mouth has burst, this sword is still not something that can be resisted in a hurry.

Mordred's own sword was crushed into his shoulder armor and cut into his own flesh and blood under this heavy blow.

Following the crack in the armor, a fountain of blood gushed out in an instant.

'If this blow is not blocked with a sword, unload it on the shoulder armor...'

In just a moment, Mordred already felt the proximity of death.

'It's so strong...!'

Even though I've heard of Rodritte's martial prowess for a long time, it's still the first time I've fought head-to-head! It's not the same level as the Knight of the Round Table he killed before, and Gavin...

Even, this combat power is already above the king!

"Hmm!!"

The continuous slashing, without any gaps at all, was as wild and rough as a storm. This is a completely unreasonable tactic that completely puts the enemy under its own rhythm.

“！！！”

Sparks splashed in the interlacing of blades, and the magic of agitation turned into fantastical colors under the rendering of the atmosphere.

Mordred's crimson and Rodritte's silvery-blue weave together in the atmosphere to form a spiral of destruction.

The blade was screaming, and the soldiers who were caught in the range were all shattered into pieces without exception.

"Get out of the way!!"

The advantage of weapons and the advantage of people are mixed, and the result is not addition, but multiplication to approximate the difference.

Rodritte, who is completely superior in both weapons and individual strength, has completely suppressed Mordred.

Embarrassed by the heavy sword, Mordred's arm is already numb, how long can he hold on?

Probably, it only takes a few minutes to be beheaded by the sword, right? In the battle between life and death, Rodritte's combat power is simply a monster.

But at this time, on the battlefield in the distance, the knights around King Arthur had already been killed and wounded.

King Arthur, who is still a human body, although he has the blood of a red dragon, but at this moment, he has long lost the strength to continue the war. The figure that was faintly visible was gasping and looking this way...

If...

No, it can't just if!

"Get out of the way!!"

The Great Knight's Sword of Proclamation was raised high by Rodritte, and the silver-blue magic power was condensed like never before, rolling, roaring and spinning on the body of the sword that pointed diagonally backwards.

"Wh..."

Mordred's eyes froze.

The amount of that magic power has reached the point where it can't be tolerated! If it is released, it is already the amount that can destroy a thousand-person team! If you count Rodritte's magic power, it is full of strange magic attributes of destruction...

"What's the hell!?"

It's going to die!!

Mordred was completely unprepared for the fact that the melee disadvantage that he had just been frantically suppressed had turned into a crisis of destruction in an instant!

By the time she realized the danger of this blow, Rodritte had already completed the condensation of her magic power!

"Are you crazy!!This is your last magic!!"

She could only pull away as fast as she could.

“knight’s――”

The wind tore the earth apart, and the magic like the horns of a fluttering flag condensed into countless belts, whipping the tormented battlefield. If someone tried to rush up to stop Rodritte's accumulation at this time, I am afraid that they would be torn to pieces by the violent force in an instant, right?

On the unpretentious sword, the undefeated inscriptions were lit up by this magic one after another.

This is a blow from King Arthur, a blow from Excalibur... but, but it's very different.

It's not a holy sword, and it's not a power of light.

“――loyal！！！”

Condense all the magic power, instill it in the first line, and slash out a blow. The sword transforms magic into something that you don't even understand too much, and then destroys everything that stands in its way.

That's right, this is not King Arthur's holy sword, not the indestructible blade of light, but Rodritte's sword, a sword without any judgment value, absolutely loyal.

Who can stop this world?

“！！！？”

Perhaps, but definitely not Mordred.

“！！！！？”

However, the target of this blow was not Mordred.

In the girl's stunned and stiff state, the blow that condensed Rodritte's remaining magic power slashed straight through her side, cutting through the already clear battle situation and penetrating the chaotic military formation. Disappeared at the far end.

"How..."

In front of Mordred, Rodriten was smiling, smirking triumphantly and sadly.

He succeeded in opening a way out. A path through the enemy's ranks, enough for the king to escape.

This is his victory.

As long as King Arthur is out of the battlefield at this moment, one day, she will get everything she has again, right?

"I won. ”

But how could King Arthur escape?

As far as the eye could see, the blonde girl in silver armor was already rushing here.

In those holy blue eyes, there was an uneasiness that Rodriten had never seen before, and...

"She's worried. ”

Mordred walked over and raised his sword.

There was a deep hatred in her eyes, just like her 'father'.

Who are you hating?

Mordred had already raised his sword, and the king in the distance seemed to be shouting something.

But neither he nor she could hear it anymore. The point of the sword is Rodritte, who has no strength, Rodritte, who has exhausted his last magic, Rodritte, who has stupidly exhausted his last escape power and has gained nothing, and Rodritte, who is about to die here.

"Yes, it's unexpected. ”

To this day, she can look carefully at this young man who is a little reluctant to even call a man.

That's right... He's too young.

From the time he began his campaign after the king, he was still so young. The young are worrying.

He has long, waterfall-like blond hair and ocean-blue pupils. His eyes were sometimes as cold as ice, sometimes as soft as the sea.

If...

If it's not here...

Mordred raised her sword. Chanting aloud.

"Rodritte Saltisius, knight loyal to King Arthur, slain in the sword bar, he has fought countless battles, but he was defeated by Mordred!"

The sword stabbed down.

Bright red blood gushed from the knight's chest and melted into the earth, which had long been scribbled with blood.

The knight laughed.

"In the end, nothing has changed...

With his backhand raised his sword and stabbed through his abdomen, the knight pinned himself to the battlefield and looked at the hills behind him.

He got it perfectly.

He lost.

It was still the place of the decisive battle.

That's where the decisive battle takes place...