"Are we going to die here, Avriel?" Solaire asked softly as he looked at the French army that was desperately rushing towards the camp of the British army, and couldn't help but look at Afriel beside him.

"Yes. There was a silence for a while, and Afriel looked through the gap in her helmet at the man who had been with her, and said without a trace of fluctuation in her voice.

Hearing this, Soler smiled bitterly, he had already expected Avriel's answer, and indeed in this situation, if they resolutely did not retreat, they had no other choice.

It's just that he didn't expect Afrill to comfort him in the slightest, but said it directly, but he was relieved to think about it, after so many years of companionship, he already knew Afriel's character very well, maybe he was the person who knew Afriel best in this world, and vice versa.

With what he knew about Avriel, if she did say anything nice, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

"Are you afraid?" There was silence between the two for a while, both silently looking at the enemy who was getting closer and closer, and unconsciously shook the sword in his hand, as if he wanted to go on like this forever, but Soler didn't hold back after all, glanced at Avriel, and asked with some distress, his voice was extremely gentle.

"We don't have the right to be afraid!" Avriel's faint words silenced Sorell completely.

Yes, they have no qualifications to be afraid, just because they are knights of the king, knights of the state, and they do not allow themselves to be afraid.

"Avriel, do you have any wishes?" asked Sorell as he looked at Avriel, who didn't know what his expression was, but his voice trembled slightly that he didn't even know about.

Afriel didn't answer, just turned her armor-covered body to face Sorell, and although she couldn't see her eyes, Sorell could sense that Afriel was looking at him.

Soler didn't ask, just quietly looked at the cold armor, waiting for Avriel's answer.

"My wish has already been granted. Afriel's muffled voice came from the half-sound, as if she was suppressing some extremely strong emotion, so that her voice was a little different.

"Now, if, I say, we didn't accept the king's invitation, but continued to live as we did before, what do you think we would be now?"

Afriel's body suddenly trembled violently after hearing Soler's question, and then calmed down, but if you looked closely, you could still see that the armor-covered body was still trembling slightly.

"You'll regret it. Just as Sorel was looking disappointed, Avriel's voice reached his ears, but it was inaudible.

Will I regret it, will I regret it? Soler asked himself secretly, and the answer he got was that he would regret it.

Because he will never be able to forget and let go of this glorious and dangerous time, this career called a knight, so that he will never regret it.

Every time he came back from the battle, the eager shouts of the people, the adoring eyes, and the sincere blessings made him think that it was all worth it, and no matter how much he paid, he would get more in return.

Watching his country grow stronger day by day, he was sincerely happy and grateful to the king who had brought it all this.

The state is the driving force for which he wants to give everything, and the 'king' is the sustenance of his spirit.

Perhaps all the knights of Britain shared his beliefs and aspirations, wishing for the strength of the country and the greatness of the king.

So no matter what, what the ending will be, he will not regret his original decision, as well as this unforgettable memory.

"Will you regret it, Afriel?" asked Soler softly.

"No, as long as you don't regret it, I won't regret it. Avriel's unusually gentle voice sounded at this time, causing Sorell to tremble, and his eyes slowly moistened.

At this time, he had already understood too much, it turned out that he had always been the weather vane of Avriel, and he was everything to her.

"Now, Avrell's war is over, if we are all alive, can we go to a place with me?" Solrell asked with a trembling voice, looking at Averil expectantly.

"Yes, yes. Afriel was stunned for a moment, but nodded her head in agreement, wasn't it agreed from the beginning that he would be where he went?

"Can you show me your face then?" Sorell looked at Averil in a weak voice as he looked at Averil in a weak voice like a child asking for candy from an adult.

Afriel's body shuddered, and she almost cried, did her wait really come to fruition?

It's just that she can hear what she has always wanted to hear at the last moment of her life, and she no longer has any regrets.

"Hmm. ”

Afriel's answer made Soler ecstatic, and at this moment he realized that the greatest happiness in his life had always been by his side.

Afriel looked at Soler quietly, the corners of her mouth under the helmet unconsciously curled, and she remembered what she had said to Soler in her sleep: 'I'll just let you see my eyes, my face, my real voice, you know?'

Lancelot stared closely at the rapidly approaching French army, and he also knew that Crotaire was already desperate, and this time no matter what the cost was they took, they would not stop attacking until they were killed or the encirclement was broken.

Crotair had no other choice, because once the French Empire was conquered, he was completely finished.

The only thing that can be done now is to return reinforcements as soon as possible, and then cooperate with the army of France to annihilate the main force of Britain and King Arthur in one fell swoop, which is the last hope.

So no matter what the cost, he can't be intercepted here.

Even he turned the most expensive cavalry into infantry in order to break through, after all, they were now crossing the river, and the cavalry would not only be ineffective but would become a burden.

It's just that in this way, the death of cavalry will increase greatly, after all, they are used to charging immediately, and now they have suddenly changed their way of fighting, and their combat effectiveness has decreased not a little.

From this, it can also be seen that Crotaire has already broken through in order to break through.

Lancelot looked at the French army approaching quickly from the boat or from the water, raised his right hand, and then the moment his arm fell, he was followed by a dense array of arrows, which covered the sky in the air, and the whole sky seemed to be darkened, and the sound of whistling by seemed to cut through the space, making people tremble.

As it fell, there was a splash of bright red blood and a heart-wrenching scream.

PS: Romance, there is wood, it is written as romance, there is wood?