Late at night, Avalon.

Privy Council, under the miserable white lights.

Lancelot took a deep breath and pushed away the iron box in front of him.

In the iron box, the 'monster' devoured the light, tearing the darkness apart, reflecting the vicissitudes of life and the cold edge of steel. The moment it appeared in the air, it turned the breath into a pain.

The sharp edge filled the air, turning the air like iron needles, stinging the heart. Faintly, it could be seen that its blade was inscribed with a fine, ancient movement, but it was covered in dried blood, blurred and dim.

When it doesn't eat blood, it's so quiet.

The silence is terrifying.

Lancelot reached out and picked it up, stroking its broken spear and the seemingly blunt blade, as if listening to the heavy gasps of the dragon in his ears, and cold sweat oozed from his back.

"Dragonslayer, Fallen Iron, Purification Spear...... Sure enough, it was. ”

Lancelot carefully put the murder weapon back into the iron box, let out a sigh, and sighed:

—St. George's Gun. ”

"There is nothing wrong with the charts given to us by the Congregation of the Faith. ”

Tristan sat across from him with his armor unloaded, the dust of the road had not yet had time to be washed away, his eyes were tired, his hair was unkempt, and there were still tears in his armor, and he could not make out the majesty of being the vice-commander of the Knights of the Round Table.

He stared at the spear in the iron box, and his eyes became in awe: "We found it from the ruins, but unfortunately, the sacrifice was heavy. ”

"Didn't the others come back?"

Tristan was silent for a long time and shook his head: "They're all dead." ”

Lancelot was silent for a long time, reaching out to pick up the humidor on the table, but hesitated and put it down.

"Tell me, Tristan. ”

He coughed, his voice hoarse, "What happened along the way?"

"We prepared the best ship we had, and in just six days, we had gone through strandings, reefs, and the sea monsters that had been bred with the awakening of the Leviathan, and by the time we got there, six men had already been sacrificed.

Then, we finally entered the dead city, opened the molten iron cellar, and witnessed the true face of the ruins. ”

Tristan paused for a moment, his eyes flashing with pain: "The Well of the Ruins is an area that humans should not be spying on, Lancelot, this is not a lie.

I wanted to go down in person, but Marlock stopped me.

He jumped in there with Gakherys and Geraint, and we waited outside for three days, and Geraint was the only one who crawled out of there......

When he crawled out of the well, his body was already set on fire by the annihilated aether, and half of his body was burned to ashes, like a devil.

On the way back, I often wondered: I'm afraid he's already crazy when he's down there.

He remembered to bring the gun back, but by the time he climbed up, he had forgotten who I was. In order to subdue him, sixteen knights of the Round Table died.

He was armed with the gun of St. George and almost killed me......"

He looked down and pointed to the armor on his chest:

"—only an inch. ”

Beneath the tragic gap in the armor, in the blurred gap of flesh and blood, I could vaguely see the heart beating hard in the broken chest.

The heart was covered with fine cracks, as if it was bound by blood-colored silk threads, obviously flesh and blood, but it showed the texture of iron and stone.

He whispered, "It's just that I can't sit here." I can only be glad that he didn't awaken the dragon soul in it......"

“......”

Lancelot was silent, and after a long time asked, "Is he still alive?"

"Survive until the moment the ship returns to Avalon. ”

Tristan sighed, "He held the gun while he was alive, and no one was allowed to approach or touch it, and when he arrived in Avalon, he knew that his mission was coming to an end, and he died."

I'm afraid I've always had an obsession.

If you can't put it down, you want to go home. ”

"The soul returns to its homeland...... What?"

Lancelot stared at the 'monster' in the iron box, and his eyes became awe-inspiring and complicated.

He closed the iron box and looked no more.

Just close your eyes and pray softly.

"May the Lord have mercy. ”――

The clock strikes midnight.

The cemetery of Westminster Abbey.

The grave keeper pushed open the gate and walked among the stone monuments.

But when he passed through the atrium, his footsteps stopped abruptly. In the swaying wind lamp, the cold sea breeze blew from afar, and he had a vague sense of foreboding that was hairy.

Click, click, click......

A dim light illuminated a silent building not far away.

It is the bell tower where the body of the Heroic Soul rests before it is buried, and a coffin was rushed here yesterday evening to await a grand state funeral.

But in the silence, there was a faint and distant sound of knocking from inside, as if the dead had knocked on the door from the underworld.

The voice echoed in my ears to a certain beat, in tune with the beating of my heart.

"Look ...... it"

It's like a voice whispering, "Look here, listen to this voice......"

The sound of the knock seemed to have an eerie magical power, and the grave keeper stared at the place in a daze, and his eyes gradually became hollow.

The glow is gone.

"Come here...... Come here. ”

Guided by the voice in his heart, he stepped forward sluggishly, step by step into the darkness.

The door slowly opened, the pivot rubbing against each other, making a piercing and screeching sound.

The moonlight flowed behind the door with his movements, illuminating the grim icon hanging on the wall, which looked down at the world with a grim look like thunder and lightning.

And beneath the icon, there was nothing but a coffin in the empty room.

The sound of the beating came from the coffin.

It's like the deceased in a coffin raising his knuckles, banging on the 'door' above his head, waiting for the door to open in the underworld:

"Come on, come here, open it...... Searching for the meaning of your life......"

Bewitched by the voice, the grave keeper stepped forward sluggishly, pulled out his dagger, and pried up the nails on the coffin one by one.

The spike fell to the ground, and the sound was crisp, like the demon's bone joints rubbing, stretching his body.

When the last nail fell to the ground, a soft sigh was heard in the void. The grave keeper's eyes were hollow, and his hands pushed the lid of the coffin with all his might, unleashing the demons within.

Boom!

The lid of the coffin fell to the ground, and the sound was muffled, falling apart on the ground.

The smell of flowers and rancid smell came from the darkness.

In the light of the moon, the dead Knight of the Round Table in the coffin opened his eyes and slowly got up, casting a large and hideous shadow on the ground.

Three heads with 100 arms, with a hideous posture.

Like a bird, like a beast, like a man, with a hundred arms holding swords, axes, bones, water bottles, and thunder and lightning......

In an instant, the hideous shadow dissipated, and there was no trace of it.

It finally came out of the cage where it had been imprisoned for a long time, returned from the kingdom of the dead, and came to this world again.

At that moment, the birds of the entire Avalon rose from the branches, let out a frightened cry, and fell to the ground and died.

And the monster in human skin stood in the moonlight, and its gaze seemed to be cast far away, towards the sacred city made of steel.

So, a mocking smile appeared.

"I ...... Here it comes. ”――

Far away, back to the ruins.

Beneath that silver vortex of burning aether was endless darkness.

In the deepest part, there was an iron coffin, a broken iron coffin.

The shattered fragments were vaguely filled with hideous cracks, as if something had come out of the box.

And around the iron coffin, three withered corpses.

They were killed in an instant, but the dead bodies fell to their knees, as if to pray for the evil they had committed.

May Allah have mercy...... (To be continued.) )