By the time I reacted, many years had passed.

In the land of Britain, the king's enemies have long since turned to dust. And as a price, there is not much left for him to protect.

King arthur.

Compared with the kings in history, who was only born by drawing a sword, has he done his best?

I don't know, but who cares?

It's too late to find the answer to the question.

So, it's right not to think about it. No matter how King Arthur existed in the canonical history, whether that king was lonely or not - it didn't matter.

I have been living in this world for forty years, and I am irreplaceable. Neither King Arthur nor the otherworldly soul that was drawn when the sword was drawn - the 'anomaly' forged by the two is a miracle that transcends fate.

A life that should not have existed was born, and a fate destined for sorrow was changed.

It's all like this, shouldn't you be satisfied?

"No, not anymore. ”

"What, Father?"

"Nothing...... It's just the boring sentimentality of the elderly. ”

The old king sat at the end of the round table, and from the left and right stretched out were his loyal knights.

Among them are noble knights, Gao Wenqing, who is as dazzling as the sun, and unparalleled fierce generals, Lancelot Qing, who can only be matched by the king, Galahad, who is enough to hold the Holy Grail, and Sir Kai, who is strong and loyal.

Finally, there's Mordred, the prince in a bright red robe, from Morgan's successor.

"I'm kidding you again, Father, you don't look old. ”

"Yes, I'll just tell you the truth. ”

The king is old.

Although his face is still young, his temples are mottled. The mix of gold and white makes him more majestic than when he was younger, but it also adds a bit of depression.

Merlin hadn't been seen for a long time: I don't know if he was imprisoned, or if he simply died somewhere.

And the king's life was short. After completing the mission of saving the country, the life of the king has been like a candle in the wind.

"Well, then, there is only one thing to say about calling you here today. ”

Raising his head, the king's gaze swept over the round table.

The knights were seated, all listening to his orders.

"I'm dying. ”

Ignoring the commotion of the knights, King Arthur's voice was as calm as ever.

"So while I'm still alive, Mordred, you're king. ”

"Father!"

"When I was young, I was too stubborn and too entangled in many things, so I consumed a lot of national strength. ”

rejected Guinevere, and refused to back down. As a result, it led to years of civil war, not to mention the counteroffensive against the foreign enemy. Although he did not lose until the end, he still achieved the final victory. But in the process, too many people died of the king's paranoia.

"I could have done better, but now I'm satisfied—I know many of you are unhappy with me, but even at the round table you have endured...... I don't have much to say about that, except that you will assist Mordred as you do me. ”

The sacrifice of the people was exchanged for the stability of the kingdom, and the stable kingdom was used to protect the surviving people. If this was a trade, then did King Arthur make or lose?

Still don't know.

Gently stroking the double swords at his waist, the king, who thought he was a little greedy, didn't want to calculate.

"I have put an end to the war, and I have spent my life ending the war in Britain—whether it is a foreign enemy or an anti-king, I will clean Britain completely. It's my duty, so there's not much to say. But then comes the age of peace, and even if I don't die, the people need a new king. ”

The sword in the stone has been unraveled, and the blade of the sword, broken by King Arthur's own hand, has been joined by human craftsmen.

'The king's selection does not need to be done by fate'

Although the blade of the sword was broken after drawing the sword, he personally won the laurel at the tournament. But in the end, the sword is innocent, and using it as a symbol of royal power can also add a sense of awakening.

"It's yours, my son. But remember, like the crack in the sword—your throne is earned, not given by fate. You are not the chosen one, so you must always work hard. ”

Now that everything has been said, it's time to get ready to leave.

The legend of King Arthur has come to an end, and the next thing to appear is the story of Mordred.

"Father!"

"I'm tired, and I've finished what I have to say. This seat will be occupied by Mordred from tomorrow, and this will end for today. ”

A quarrel ensued at the round table, and the knights spoke out to save them. But no matter how much they pleaded, the king's decision did not change.

Later, I don't know how long it was, but after all the knights had left, the king left the castle alone.

He walked a long way and came to the lake where he had the sword. There, a small boat rests on the shore, decorated with green grass and flowers.

"I see. ”

So the king understood that this was his end.

Crossing the Long Lake to the other side, he will sleep in Avalon, forever guarding the future of Britain.

In this way, the king is immortal.

"It's just the same thing...... Very good. ”

The king, who was too tired, got on the boat and lay on his back between his lives. A wave of tiredness came over him as the ship started, and he closed his eyes.

Goodbye Mordred, goodbye Knights of the Round Table, never again, right? But that's it: I'll be dead, and I'll be goodbye to this world.

"Well, I think that's better, and it looks more poetic. ”

However, just as the king passed through the door and was about to arrive in the other world. A complaining sentence full of resentment pulled him out of the dream.

"What?"

"But I'm embarrassed that people are going to burn it out...... So don't go to sleep, get up and do a favor. ”

I don't know who it is, but I know that I am like the old and the young, like a man and a woman. The owner of the voice grabbed the king by the shoulders and pushed him forward.

"I'll make it up to you after the throne or something, the situation over there is a bit urgent, so please go and save the scene first!"

The door was opened.

What seemed to be a void was opened out of a black hole, and the king's body fell into it, accompanied by an indescribable sense of weightlessness and dislocation, and fell into another world.

He fell to one knee and fell to the ground. And right in front of him, the orange-haired girl was raising her fist with excitement.

"Oh! I'm shipping!!"

And behind her, several inexplicably familiar, but somewhere wrong figures were staring at him with strange eyes.

'My son...... Who are the girls next to me?'

He couldn't spit out for a while, so the diligent and reliable king could only say so according to the newly acquired knowledge in his mind.

"ServentSaber, I'm here to protect the people - are you my Master?"

"That's right!

retarded.