Artoria, I may only be able to call your name in my last words. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoMy real name is Dagnit, and that's probably the only thing I didn't lie to you in our original world.

I've seen so many different lives in my long life, but never one has ever had a life as brilliant as yours.

When you were little, I just watched you from afar where Merlin didn't notice. At first I thought you would become a druid beyond Merlin, create your own legend, and maybe even have the honor of killing gods.

When you pull out the king's sword from the cemetery, I know that this is your destiny.

At that time, I was not willing to let you step into this cruel fate that had been destined for a long time. I use the art of herbs and language to trick some of the nobles who participate in the jousting tournament into questioning your rule, trying to tamper with my magic before this damned fate becomes irreversible. Unfortunately, Merlin sneaked up on me, who was preoccupied with witchcraft, and personally stepped in to smooth out the secret hand I had laid before I fell unconscious.

After waking up, I took a while to accept this reality, and then, as Merlin had done, attacked Merlin, who was meditating. I erased his memory of me with Geis, and after that I became Dagnit, the twelfth Knight of the Round Table, Sir Dagnit.

I wish to make it easier for you to achieve such ambitions, and I have used sorcery to create magic mirrors to find those who meet your requirements, and I have personally taught them to train them to become qualified knights. Although some did not survive the training, hundreds of qualified knights were produced one after another.

During this period, I took these graduates and trainees with me to confront invaders who were several times or even ten times larger than ours again and again. Whenever I face an invading human from the sea, I feel the urge to use black magic to kill those guys directly and save the children I have raised.

But Galahad beside you is like a sword of Damocles hanging over my head, and in order to remain by your side and protect you, I cannot degenerate into a dark wizard, which will inevitably be detected by Galahad's pure soul like Badr.

But even though I have tried so hard, the power of fate still makes the burden on your shoulders heavier and heavier, and gradually you no longer laugh as happily as you did when you were a child. At that tournament, I couldn't stand facing you with a sad face every day, and I couldn't control my emotions and yelled and screamed, but I was amused to make you laugh, and from that day on, I was the Clown Knight Dagnit, the Clown Knight that even the farmers despised, the Clown Knight who could make you laugh at will, and the Clown Knight who was nicknamed by you yourself.

At last the turmoil of the kingdom of selfish villains and cowards came to an end, and at the banquet you spoke of the final appearance of the ideal country. I silently returned to the knightly realm you had bestowed, and used my wisdom and magic to run the place, transform the soil and forests, and educate the people and beasts, and it took me years to create the country you wanted, albeit with only a small knightly realm.

When I excitedly went to the castle of Tintagel with three hundred territorial cavalry, how I wished I could invite you and your wife to the fruit of my many years of hard work. Although your wife, Gneville, is a nasty high-ranking druid, my witchcraft has long been strong enough to reverse the geis, so I am by no means afraid of your wife.

Mordred your only child, he deceived me. When I learned of your death, I was filled with remorse.

I regret giving Morgan a potion that could confuse you, and gave her birth to Mordred;

I regret that I invested so much in building a helmet for Mordred that would conceal my identity, so that he could later deceive me with the helmet I made;

I regret listening to Mordred's lies and returning to the fiefdom to wait for news, and even lifting the seal on Clarent for her before leaving;

I regret thinking that Merlin would save you when the time of crisis comes.

I want to apologize to you before you see it, I don't expect you to forgive me for what I did, but tampering with history is also taboo for white wizards, forgive me for being used to being a white wizard.

I took the knights I had trained to attack Merlin, and I killed all the druids in all of Britain, and burned all the books on druids and natural magic. In the process, the most regrettable thing is that many of the stick guys died in the battle against the goblins and the druids who turned mythical.

I tried to capture Bedwell in order to find out the details of the elves taking you. But this bastard was not only blessed by the elves, but also hid in the monastery of the Monotheistic Cult, and I could only watch him die of old age in vain, because I was already a dark wizard at that time, and I could not fight against the gods of the divine attributes.

I tried to vent my remorse on Gniveville, but she was just a poor lady who had been struck by your death and reduced to an empty shell. In order to carry out your knightly ways, I did not coerce an ordinary lady who had lost her magical powers.

In the last part of his life, I locked Merlin underground with your throne, placing thirteen treasures near the cell where he was held, and his magic became the energy source for the golems guarding the throne and treasures. Only you can break the seal on him, and only you can open the fourteen secret rooms. I caught Morgan and she didn't break down because of you and Mordred's deaths.

This is good, my remorse has been fully vented in her, I have easily used my ageless body and the divinity accumulated in my early years of infatuation, erased most traces of my existence in that world, only the scene where you were amused by me at that knight tournament is an existence that I am reluctant to erase no matter what.

Thankfully, I was able to see you again. Poor Artoria, if you must change your tragedy, then no grail or scabbard will help, and only by becoming the god of God, the Lord God, can you change this tragedy of fate.

Cherish this rare opportunity to defeat other competitors with the Sword of Victory in your hand and become the Ninth Dragon in one step.

Final admonition: Even if you can kill Oscar and Finn with this sword, you will need to pay enough mana to drain your body. Don't expect to win the appearance with that kind of body, and don't expect that losing both your son and your father's appearance will save your life. In a moment, while the minister is held back by the geis who I have to write a new poem in praise of the magic furnace of Anwen under the power of my magic furnace projection, you must hurry up and head to the interior of this island. Change your clothes and find a merchant ship that trades with Britain to take you back. Revenge and things like that, you can consult with Gawain and Galahad, remember, remember.

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