The final battlefield, the end of the war that divided the country in two, the sunset 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.

"King! King! ”

The knight breathlessly grasped the reins, and rolled off his white horse almost in utter embarrassment, completely ignoring the blood and mud on his body, and ran madly in the direction of what was clearly the center of the battlefield.

The last knight cried out in such a panic that he almost cried out, and there was no way to vent his fear and despair.

The blood-stained sunset had completely sunk below the horizon, the blood-colored twilight was no longer maintained, and the entire red-stained battlefield had completely fallen into a dead silence, as if it had fallen into a dead sleep in the coming night.

The wind is dead, the sound is dead, the atmosphere is dead, and this silence can prick one's eardrums.

The sight was chilling, and Bedwell felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if his heart had been shot directly into an icicle.

Along the way, he saw the corpses of countless familiar colleagues, which made him sad and angry, because he knew that no matter what the outcome of this battle was, Camelot was finished, and all the national power and heritage had been burned.

But at this moment, there is no way to stop, and there is no time to mourn or deal with the aftermath of these former knights, this great battlefield cannot be handled by him alone, what Bedwell can do now is to find the whereabouts of the king as soon as possible and confirm how the king is doing.

Pain and remorse were like curses, gnawing at his heart.

And so it is again! And so it is again! Why is this the case again!

He blamed himself for his powerlessness, and in the end he still didn't catch up, and it was too late.

The first time was Princess Eleanor, and then the Battle of Kamran, where even the king ...... Not only once—but twice—only at such times could he realize what a powerless knight he was, an incompetent knight who had twice lost the man he had to protect.

Desperately climbing over the battlefield, crossing the sea of corpses and blood, the shortness of breath Bedwell frantically searched around, although he didn't get any response, but he just didn't want to give up, and he was still crazy looking for his monarch.

Or, so that the knight could feel real, he was not willing to give up no matter what, he did not believe that his king had really suffered death.

The king is immortal.

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

Unlike other knights, he believed in his king.

Finally, stumbling onto the blood-stained hill, Bedwell's pupils froze slightly, and he saw a figure on the top of the hill.

Under the twinkling stars in the night sky, a petite blonde girl sat quietly on her knees, beside a young magician, leaning on the latter's shoulder, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Of course, this is just the illusion of being too quiet.

No matter what, no matter how much time has passed, Artoria will never be able to get used to and accept the destruction of this Sword Fence Hill, and naturally it is impossible for her to be in the mood to fall asleep here.

But......

Quietly, as if asleep quietly.

She, close her eyes.

Only the starry light fell, faintly sprinkled on the girl's scattered golden hair, accompanied by her quiet and long breathing.

Bedwell only felt this way at the moment, and the last knight subconsciously held his breath, careful not to disturb the silence. The knight looked at the king's face from such a distance, and this was the scene he had been looking forward to seeing.

The king was finally able to find peace at last.

Isolated within the court, far away from the knights, feared by the people...... Accomplishing such a great deed, the king who should be in glory, did not let people see a gentle expression once.

I can't forgive, I want to believe that there is no such thing.

Because of this, he became the king's knight. He did not serve the country, he was proud of his iron-faced selflessness and ideal king, so he handed over his sword and became the king's knight as a young man.

He just wanted to see the true side of the king, not in the royal city or the battlefield, but to see the real smile.

In the court, it will appear when you are liberated from the king's duties. No matter how perfect a king is, he can't disguise himself anytime and anywhere.

However, this idea was wrong, and Bedwell only knew the opposite of what he expected.

His king never laughed.

The king was lonely until the end.

So it was very glad that it was really wonderful, and the knight at this moment was extremely grateful to the man who sat quietly with her by the king's side, and gave her peace.

But in the next moment, the girl had already raised her head as if she had sensed, and turned her eyes to look in the direction of Bedwell, her face was not clear under the shadow of her bangs, and her voice seemed to be a little low, lost and hazy:

“…… Bedwell, you're finally here. ”

“……”

“……”

"Yes, King, it's great that you're alright......"

The moment he heard the familiar voice, tears almost overflowed his eyes, and the loyal knight tried to suppress his excitement and said it from the heart.

There are a lot of questions, but they don't matter at this moment!

Artoria looked at the last knight she hadn't seen for a long time, she just opened her mouth, and shook her head bitterly, she had a lot to say, but in the end she didn't know what to say, she could only stare blankly at the desolate scenery around her.

At this time, Bedwell naturally looked at the magician next to her, although he was very grateful to the other party, he had never seen this person.

The other party looks very young, at least the appearance is completely revealing the girlish posture at the moment, and the king-like age who no longer makes any disguises, it looks like the boy and the girl are very compatible.

The long black hair that falls over the waist is like a waterfall, and the temperament is detached to the point of almost distortion, which makes people feel rather unreal, and the reason why they know that the other party is a magician is because of this feeling.

There is also the black robe on the body, without any superfluous modification, it seems to be simply woven from fibers, but it looks simple and classical, with a full sense of mystery, which makes people subconsciously feel that this is the robe worn by mysterious wizards.

It was precisely because he was so familiar with the mystery of this magic that Bedwell immediately decided that it was a magician.

But......

What is the relationship with the king?

Bedwell was one of the original members of the Knights of the Round Table, serving as a deacon of the court, taking care of the king, and serving her as the first knights of Artoria with Kai and Gawain, and was confident that he knew the king well.

What's more, the king has no personal relationship in the first place, the king is the ideal king, and it is precisely because he is so fair and selfless and does not understand people's hearts that people will alienate and fear.

So, how did this magician appear on this battlefield, and how did he meet the king? Bedwell subconsciously thought of this question, and the first thing that came to his mind was that maybe this was a magician who happened to wander here.

It happened to be this battle, and it happened to save the king at the last moment, which at first glance seems to be the most reasonable explanation. But as soon as this idea appeared, it was directly denied by Bedwell.

No, even if this is the case, the king's trust and dependence on him should not reach this level in a short period of time......

Xia Ran was also looking at this loyal and upright last knight, one of the Knights of the Round Table who assisted King Arthur, among the many Knights of the Round Table who were gathered with heroes beyond humans, he was the only knight who assisted King Arthur "as an ordinary human".

Although there is a considerable gap between him and other Knights of the Round Table, he has undoubtedly achieved the limit of what humans can achieve, and the most important thing is that he is still one-armed, which is something that I don't know how many times the blood, sweat and hard work of ordinary people can do.

It can be said that in the complete opposite of the appearance of neutral beauty, Bedwell's mental tenacity, willpower tenacity reached a completely inhuman level.

All in all, it's a character he admires a lot, so at this moment he also nods his head to show friendliness.

"Bedwell ......" At this time, a hazy voice sounded.

"King!? I'm here, what do you have to say......" The knight instantly gathered his thoughts, looked at his sovereign, and stepped forward and said hurriedly.

“……”

“……”

"I seem to ...... I had a long, long dream......" Altoria muttered as she gazed at the desolate landscape around her, feeling like a world away, but something was also re-clear.

The person next to her was right, although this memory only brought her pain and sorrow, as if she wept from the depths of her soul, but ...... This is a past that should not be forgotten.

Even if it is extremely sad, it should not be denied or run away.

- That's, that's not right.

And it can't be done either.

"Dream ...... ......?" asked Bedwell cautiously, not quite sure why the king had suddenly said that.

"Yes, a rare experience, but now, the dream has awakened......" Artoria whispered quietly.

The night breeze blows through the hills, bringing with it the strong smell of blood in the silence.

Bedwell waited anxiously, he had been very happy, but now he was beginning to feel uneasy, as if something was about to happen...... Could it be that the king is not as safe and sound as he seems?

Yes, this is impossible in the first place, the tragedy of this battlefield is obvious to all, although the king single-handedly defeated the enemy army, so that the war ended with the king's victory, but how could she not pay any price......

"Bedwell, take my sword!"

In the midst of nervousness and fear, the knight finally heard the king's command, which seemed to be the last one.

"Walk through that forest, in the middle of the deepest part of that place, there is a deep lake, throw my sword into it."

"King, ......!"

Bedwell was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and his hunch seemed to come true.

Excalibur, sword in the lake.

If the sword proved by the king is returned, it will naturally represent the end of the king he has served.

"Go, come back here when you're done, I want to hear what you see......" the girl whispered, not looking at him, and the order she gave did not change.