"Important information!

Outside the King's bedchamber, the hurried cry of the knight Mattoni echoed.

It's just that outside the palace, he was stopped by the Grand Duke Bastogne—

"The king was weak and in dire need of rest. Don't disturb him by anyone. ”

As a comrade-in-arms, courtier, and loyal companion, Grand Duke Bastogne has been by his side since the defeat of the Bretonnian coalition and the wounding of King Charles. He knows that special times must be treated specially. Prince Victor Charles is immature, and while the king is seriously injured and unconscious, he must assist the unreliable prince through his troubles.

"But, however, I have important news to convey to the King!"

The knight was out of breath and pleaded unrelentingly.

"Tell me first. I'll tell King Charles when he wakes up. ”

Bastogne stared at the knight and asked solemnly.

The knights of the kingdom did not dare to look directly into the brown eyes of the Grand Duke, but it seemed that the importance of the information must be known to the king himself.

"Tell me, what's the matter? knight!"

The Duke of Bastogne spoke up. He stared at the young knight with unmistakable majesty in his eyes.

"Yes, sir. The Kingdom Knights stood straight, "The army of the undead has left Quinaris and headed for the forest. ”

"The forest where the wood elves live?"

Bastogne asked earnestly.

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. ”

The knight of the kingdom replied earnestly.

"When did you set off from Quinaris?"

"...... three days ago"

"So the army of the undead has been away from Quinaris for at least three days under Heinrich's leadership?"

Bastogne asked, frowning.

"It should be like this, I haven't gotten any other news in the past three days......"

"It's a big deal, does Duke Tancored know?"

Bastogne continued to ask.

"I don't know, I rode my beloved horse non-stop, and rushed directly here to report to His Majesty. "Fun little book

The knight replied honestly.

"Swear to the goddess of the lake, what you say is true!"

Bastogne asked solemnly.

"I swear ......"

The Kingdom Knight raised his head and said seriously.

......

The King's Bedchamber.

Charles wakes up from a nightmare in which he dreams of forests, armies, a sky obscured by green leaves, and countless skeletons and zombies. In that familiar place, the knights of Bretonnia appeared, and there was endless blood. The horrific army of the undead ran through the defenses of humans and elves and rushed into the depths of the forest, crushing even the ancient treants to death.

In the dream, Charles was like a bird, or maybe he was just a man, a mortal, lifted by a mysterious force that dragged him into the air, overlooking the entire battlefield and the entire forest. Walking through the dense forests and foliage, Charles saw the incomparably huge ancient tree that reached into the sky. Charles didn't know that when he looked around, the army of the undead was like a blue and black tide, engulfing the forest, and beside the ancient sacred tree, there were thousands of flames.

He was forced to fly forward like a bird, his thick black smoke making him barely able to see or breathe. Suddenly, a powerful force grabbed him towards the ground, and as he approached the ground, Charles saw that it was a hill of countless skeletons, burning, burning, burning...... And above these piles of skeletons is the familiar and powerful necromancer - Heinrich.

When Charles woke up, the room was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. There seemed to be a halo of light above his head, and Charles stretched out his right hand to touch it, and tried to open his eyes, only to realize that it was not a colorful halo, but a beautiful lady - Mogiana.

The one that every king and knight of the Holy Grail has ever met, and the holiest person in all of Bartonnia, for she is the messenger of the gods, the messenger of the goddess of the lake......

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I ...... just now"

Facing the lake fairy, Charles looked a little embarrassed, he almost touched the fairy's cheek just now.

But Mogiana, the lake goddess, didn't seem to care at all, and she walked away and walked to the center of the room. It was then that Charles saw that there were other people standing in the room - Gerrard, the Knight of the Holy Grail, Archduke Bastogne, and Claude, the squire...... A group of people stood there, all with their heads bowed, facing the lake god fairy.

Charles instinctively sensed that something was wrong, how long had he been asleep?Where was Heinrich's army of the undead now?At this moment, as a king, he had no idea......

After a while, Mogiana slowly walked over—

"King Charles, your destiny must be ruled by the Goddess of the Lake. This is the darkest time, but also the brightest hour. I have a task for you. Come on......"

After saying that, the lake fairy stretched out her white and flawless hands and gently placed them on the chest of the old king Charles. It was the site of the undead monster's injury, which had been suppurating for many days, and no amount of medicine could stop the wound from festering. It was also the reason why the king was so weak.

However, a miraculous scene occurred, and not long after Mogiana caressed the wound, the wound miraculously healed quickly. For a moment, Charles felt a mysterious power rush into his body. He didn't know what it was, but it was warm and fresh. It was as if he had been twenty years younger in an instant.

The Duke of Bastogne was dumbfounded, he didn't know what it was. Was it a miracle, or was it a miracle, or was it just an illusion? But in any case, the wound that could not be healed for more than half a month was cured by a simple touch of the lake goddess. So, what did she want to do? What was the will of the goddess of the lake she had just spoken? What was that? As the Grand Duke, Bastone knew nothing at the moment.

"My sword!

After Mogiana left, Charles was given a new lease of life, and he summoned his attendants and asked them to put on his armor.

The mysterious power refreshed the old king, which was something to rejoice about, but the Grand Duke frowned. Why? well, there is no why...... We should have trusted the lake goddess, listened to her words, listened to her admonitions, and listened to her arrangements...... This has been the case for thousands of years. What's so doubtful about that?' thought Bastogne. Follow King Charles out of the palace.

They are to follow in the footsteps of the lake goddess and go to the mysterious land. There, there is the will of the goddess of the lake, and there, there is the arrangement of fate in the mouth of Mogiana......