Lancelot, gentle and elegant, generous and pious, polite, tall and handsome, a big man is called the 'flower of knights', it is conceivable that he is more handsome than a certain black-bellied pseudo-Zhengtai, it is said that this kind of tall, handsome and strong person with a good personality is either an orphan or a, otherwise how much pressure will it cause to the majority of male compatriots? But it's a pity that Lancelot's sexual orientation is normal, although he is an old man in his forties, not only does he have a young face, but he is also the brother of Lord Delna, didn't expect it? Although these two brothers are very different in appearance, they are definitely born from the same mother...... As for whether it's a dad or not, it's not clear. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although he is not an orphan, Lancelot was not raised by his parents, and the person who raised him is currently eating and waiting to die in the Roman Palace, I believe everyone has guessed that the person who raised him is the goblins in the lake, the group of goods who call themselves the goddesses of the lake, and this fantasy template is the protagonist panel of Chiguoguo.

However, since Lancelot is a person raised by the goblins in the lake, and then think about the things about King Arthur in the future, you can find that King Arthur from birth to death, this life seems to be inseparable from the goblins in the lake, and there are traces of the goblins in the lake.

Artoria stood by the river in a daze, the white horses bowed their heads beside her, the breeze blowing ripples from the fluff on her king's cloak, she didn't go far, perhaps subconsciously not wanting to stay away from Camelot's barracks, because ...... Leaving this barracks, leaving forever.

Glory is what I seek, and responsibility is something I was born with, but now even if England is united, it is just a soldier shouting a knight king... And their chanting is only because I can bring them victory......

With this in mind, Artoria seemed to see the black-haired child again, and the river in front of her seemed to have turned into the little courtyard that was somewhat broken, and the child raised his arms and shouted on the stump. (Start BGM, Name: ApollosTriumph Player: Helios)

"Regard the hundred officials as enemies, regard the people as dogs, the king will not be at peace, the king will be called a lonely widow, and the king needs to walk alone. If you have no power, you will not be able to live as much as you die. ”

This sentence is still in my ears...... Did he see it a long time ago... The latter words are also said to myself... If the king has to be like this, then I may not really be fit to be a king. With this in mind, Artoria took the button of the king's cloak with her right hand, and the sound of footsteps behind her made her stop.

"My King's ......"

Looking back, Lancelot was half-kneeling with his right hand attached to his chest, a ritual that Artoria was familiar with, and the knight declared allegiance with the etiquette.

Lancelot...... No, I'll call you Lancelot in the future. ”

"My king, England needs you, and Camelot needs you." Lancelot's voice was soft, he was not a man who liked to give advice to the king, and the words of advice were only spoken in a gentle tone.

Artoria stopped looking at him and looked up at the sky, the blue sky matching her blue gown, as if to remind her that the sky was blue and the ground needed her...... She shook her head and said indifferently.

"England has been united, and what it needs is a more virtuous king, not my little girl." Artoria frankly admits that she is a woman, which is also a well-known thing, except for the blind, everyone can see that she is a woman. But because she can bring victory, so ...... Isn't it a woman, heavy or?

Lancelot was shocked when he heard this, Artoria confessed for the first time that she was a woman, and that the king could not be held by a woman, although they both knew the truth of the matter in their hearts, but they said it so frankly. It already represents Artoria's determination not to be king anymore.

"My king, England will be in chaos again because there is no king." Lancelot knew that at this time, he could only use righteousness to convince Artoria with the people.

"Then let the Eleven Kings elect who will be Lord of England."

"My king, even if you are tired, but the Knights of the Round Table will always be loyal to my king, please continue to rule LinkedIn Glen!" Lancelot pressed his sword and stroked his chest and bowed his head.

"And then?" Artoria turned to look at the river, and an indifferent voice reached Lancelot's ears, a nonchalant voice that made Lancelot suspect that he had misheard.

"I continue to be king, and England is barely stable under my power? I have been king, and I have taken this responsibility when England needs me most, and now that I have fulfilled this responsibility, England no longer needs me, and what England needs now is a king who can govern the country, not a king who can only fight. Both the people and the soldiers need a king who can govern them and let them live in peace. Artoria's words silenced Lancelot, and he even had the feeling that our king was right, but then the knight's loyalty reassured him and continued to admonish Artoria.

"My king, without you, the unity of England is just a flower in the water, a small friction will ruin all this now, please stick to it and continue to lead the people of England!" The suave Lancelot spoke for the first time with a low growl.

Artoria turned to Lancelot and helped him up, a small smile on her face.

"I won't be king again, Camelot or England...... Altoria's words made Lancelot, who had just stood up, fall into an ice cave.

Artoria landed her right foot on Lancelot's knee, which she was about to kneel again, and she continued.

"A man has said to me that a king is the king of a kingdom, and a kingdom is a kingdom of kings, and that being a fool is a disaster for the kingdom and for himself. I seek glory, which is my selfishness, but I want the peace of the people of England even more, so I will not be the king when I already know that I am a fool in his mouth......"

Artoria paused, turned to face the river in front of her, chuckled and continued.

"Oh, it's okay, the fool in his mouth, and the force worthy of praise, at the very least, the force of this fool can split a front by himself, so he thought of a good idea for this fool, whether it is for England, or for this fool......"

A firm and sacred declaration sounded at this moment!

"Lancelot, my last command as king, to proclaim my words to every lord of England, to the nobles, to the ears of every people."

"I, Artoria! It will no longer be the king of England, but Artoria who guards England! Artoria Arthur Pendragon renounced the throne of England, renounced his rights, territories, knights, and never had them again! The king of England can be anyone who can govern England. Within the territory of England, any king (duke)! Suzerain! Aristocrat! No war in England must be started! Anyone who violates this order! Even if I shed my last drop of blood, I will stop it! “

"I can't stop war in England, but I swear to defend peace in England!"

The wide river continued to expand with Artoria's words, the green fluorescence drifted into the air from the surrounding vegetation, the fish in the water broke through the limitations of their bodies and bent down to salute, the river gradually expanded into a lake, the broken stone sword flew out of the rear barracks, intact and fell into Artoria's hands, the golden sword body was full of brilliant gems began to melt, casting a blue scabbard for the golden sword body, Artoria straddled the stone sword around her waist, and the blue king's cloak was windless and automatic, The proclamation shook every part of Lancelot's soul.

"I like the name Avalon very much, and from now on, this lake will be called Avalon, and I will live here, and anyone can come and look for me if England needs me."

Artoria said as she took off the sword from her waist and handed it to a tearful Lancelot.

"Lancelot, take this sword in stone, go to every inch of England and announce my order, and then insert it into the stone platform of Camelot, and if anyone violates this order, bring it to me......"

Lancelot struck his left chest with a fist in his right hand, his soul burning with the sacred, fiery declaration, and he shouted with the loudest voice he could hear.

“Yes! YourMajesty!”

The one named Artoria is always the one named Artoria...... She broke the king's bondage, but imprisoned herself forever in England, and from this day on, she lost the freedom of the glimpse, and the opportunity to see that freedom again, and the duty of guardianship would take over all of her life, and the noble would see her selfless devotion, and the rotten would see her pride in holding herself high, but it was always only for the sake of her decision for her own convictions, no matter what posterity said about her, She's not smart, she just wants to protect this land.

'If you have a choice, I hope you don't go this way......' the voice seemed to echo in her ears again, and she lowered her hand into the lake and muttered to herself.

"It's just a 'fool' making what he thinks is the right choice"

My victory is the peace of the English, and my oath is to protect them......

- Artoria