Cologne, the king's bedroom, the fire in the fireplace was blazing, giving the room a gloomy red glow.

When the early spring came, everything was growing, but Charles, King of Bretonnia, was lying on his bed, dying.

Three months ago, the necromancer Heinrisi led a large army of undead to approach the forest of Athel Loren, and the old king Charles himself led the Bretonnian coalition army to support the wood elves, and in the final battle, the king's holy sword stabbed the necromancer in the heart, ending the vigorous invasion.

But King Charles was also hit by Heinrichi's necromancy at the last moment, and his body aged instantly. The already fragile body was even more fragile, and if it weren't for the Holy Grail physique, I am afraid that he would have died on the spot.

Despite the efforts of the physicians and the wizards of life after returning to Bretonnia, the king's health deteriorated day by day, until he was finally bedridden.

When Berto entered, the room was scorched hot by the fireplace. But what lingered was the breath of death. Yes, the king's life is passing away little by little, as if a force from another world is corroding the king's weak body little by little.

Charles was fighting, but to no avail. His skin was as pale as snow, his body was so emaciated that only skin and bones remained, and his originally rosy cheeks were covered with only a layer of pale skin.

Servants came and went, or added firewood, or boiled water, for the king kept crying cold.

Berto walked over, and he saw that the king was tilting his head weakly, talking to the Duke of Bastogne beside him.

"Berto...... Come here, I see you......"

The King's voice was muddy, and Berto only felt a tightness in his heart, King Charles was the man he respected the most, he had sworn allegiance to the King, and now the venerable King he looked up to was like a rotting corpse, with empty eyes and weak limbs.

"I'm here, my king. ”

Berto walked over, half-crouched down in front of the king's bed, and took the old king's withered hand in one hand.

"Closer, I can't do it, I can't speak clearly. ”

Charles gasped.

Berto leaned in a little closer, and put his ear to the king.

"Berto, I can't. Not really. Damn, that necromancer used a shady trick, and I didn't even defend it. ”

"An upright man can never fight a ruthless villain. ”

Berto returned.

But the righteous will be protected by the gods, and in the end, evil will not prevail over good. ”

The king corrected.

"Indeed...... Humanity needs faith ......"

Berto chimed in.

"It's a pity, Berto, that I didn't see you become a Knight of the Holy Grail until I was dying. You're one of the most chivalrous people I've ever met. It's a shame......"

Charles coughed as he spoke, and the attendant beside him hurriedly handed over the basin, and a mouthful of black blood splattered into the pure gold basin. The attendant hurriedly took it down and cleaned it. For a moment, Berto also felt a sense of regret that even the king's attendant was a Knight of the Holy Grail, and he had traveled all his life and explored all his life, but he still had no chance with the Holy Grail. Perhaps the gods couldn't hear their prayers, Berto comforted himself.

"Man's fate is never ...... by himself"

Berto replied calmly. Indeed, after so many ups and downs, Berto, who is past middle age, can indeed maintain a normal heart.

"Well, indeed...... There are so many things to go through in a person's life. When I was an adventure knight......"

Charles said, sinking into a kind of memory.

"You know what? Your experience is too similar to mine, and your personality is too similar to mine. We are all the ones who can do anything to achieve their goals. In the eyes of outsiders, it is stubbornness. However, only we know what we want. ”

Charles sighed and continued—

"Unfortunately, I'm going to die. My son ......"

Charles paused as he spoke, his eyes visibly darkening. Berto knew what the king was worried about, and Prince Victor, though valiant, did not possess all the qualities of a king. He is irritable, irritable, and impatient, all of which are signs of immaturity. Charles didn't know who would run the country after his death. Nominally, Victor will succeed him to the throne, but there is no time, who will teach him to grow up?

"Victor would be a good king. I will be as loyal to him as I am to you. ”

Berto said, taking the king's hand.

"Everything is fate, everything is made by the Lady of the Lake. All you have to do is swear allegiance to the Lady of the Lake. ”

Charles said in a trembling voice, his voice so weak that he couldn't even hear it. It's hard to imagine that such a frail old man was still dominating the battlefield a few months ago.

A few days later, the funeral of the old king Charles was held in the royal mausoleum of the capital...... On the day of the funeral, the sun was shining...... Not every funeral is flooded with rain. Four knights of the Holy Grail carried the heavy coffin and walked step by step to the center of the cemetery.

On both sides of the funeral road are the elite knights of the kingdom. Finally, there are the Knights of the Holy Grail, with whom King Charles fought in his life, and the Thirteen Dukes of the kingdom.

With a heavy face written on everyone's face, and in a solemn atmosphere, the four Knights of the Holy Grail slowly lowered the king's coffin. In the coffin, King Charles only showed a withered and emaciated face. His body was covered with heavy steel armor to hide his decaying skin and shrunken muscles. Makes the deceased still look tall. But everyone knew that the body inside the armor had long since decayed.

The attendants then carried the coffin into the grave that had already been dug. The Kingdom of Bretonnia practiced burial, so that many corpses were turned into zombies in the tombs after death...... Tallinnham had long suggested that cremation should be used instead of burial. However, funerals are a tradition in the kingdom, and no one listens to the opinion of a little knight.

Tallinnham remembers that when he was an attendant under Rhodes, the High Lord cremated all the corpses wherever he went, so that the necromancer had no chance to pull up the corpses. However, apart from Rhodes, he had never seen any other lord who took cremation so seriously.

The long and tedious ceremony lasted a whole morning and finally came to an end. Just when Tallinnham thought he could go back and take a good shower and rest, there was a sudden and more solemn shout from the field. It was shouted by the two personal grail knights beside the king.

I saw that in an instant, all the knights, dukes and lords present knelt down one after another. Tarlinham didn't know what to do, looked confused, and knelt down on one knee with everyone.

I saw a lady with a faint light coming out of the crowd, her every move was so elegant, far away, Talinham couldn't see the lady's face clearly, but there was no need to guess to know, the only one who could make all the knights of Bretonnia kneel was the lake god fairy.

What did she come to do?

Soon, Tallinnam's question was answered. I saw the lake god fairy step by step towards the knight who knelt down on one knee towards him...... Not only a knight, to be exact, but also a prince of Bretonnia. The titular heir of the old King Charles......

It's just that he was not recognized by the goddess of the lake, and no one would have regarded him as the successor of the king before. And now, the mystery has an answer. The Thirteen Dukes had different expressions on their faces, they knew the character of Prince Victor, but no one could question the will of the Lady of the Lake.

In a solemn atmosphere, the lake fairy walked up to the prince and placed the crown of power, which symbolized power, on the head of the new king. All the knights and lords chanted -

"For the glory of the goddess of the lake".