Fantasy King Arthur

The pinnacle moment of victory, the moment that should have been fleeting, for some reason lasted like an eternal freeze. It’s as if time itself stands still –

The sword stopped in the air, and everything stopped at this moment.

No, in fact it is not time that stands still, but himself.

At the moment when the blade was about to touch the enemy, the conqueror’s hands, feet, shoulders, waist, and even the body of the sword were bound by strong chains.

The Lock of Heaven – the secret treasure of the Hero King, the chain of restraints that even the Heavenly Yak is unable to break free.

“-You guy… Always come up with something weird… Is this the chain that binds my chariot there. ”

There is no remorse, and there is no confusion. Some are just self-deprecation that has failed to achieve success, and a wry smile at the corner of his blood-stained mouth.

The Celtic sword failed to touch the other side. All that is is the fact that Gilgamesh’s obedient sword runs through Iskander’s chest and the feeling of the sword spinning around in the lungs. What a strange sword. The conquering king said as if his colleague did not care about himself.

“—Did you wake up from your dream, King Conqueror?”

“…… Ah, well. yes…”

“Your luck is really bad, it is obviously a powerful treasure, but it has divine nature.”

This time, it didn’t work out again. The unfinished dream ended sadly again. But if you think about it, it should be worth gambling for a lifetime, and the only one-time dream is. But now he has no regrets, this war! Let him have fun and die fighting with all his strength, without regrets.

Remembering the past, the dream of being far away in Asia Minor, in this extreme east, once again came to mind. Iskandar muttered about the bumpy past and smiled.

Since the same dream can be repeated twice, it is not inconceivable to do it again.

That is-

It’s almost time for the next big spring and autumn dream.

“This expedition, too… It made my heart rush once…”

Iskandar narrowed his increasingly blurred eyes in the blood mist and murmured contentedly. Seeing his satisfied look, Gilgamesh nodded solemnly.

“King of Conquer, I will accept your challenge at any time.”

For this fierce enemy who was pierced by the rain of treasures all over his body, but still had to rely on the lock of heaven to block the way ahead, the hero king gave him the supreme praise – from the heart of praise. Such a hero deserves her memory and recognition.

“Until the end of time, every inch of this world is my courtyard. So I’m sure it will never bore you. ”

“Oh… That’s, it’s really… Great…”

In the end, Iskandar calmly attached and quietly disappeared, and there was no rider left in this war.

In terms of time, this battle is really not long. By the time the heroic horse galloped across the bridge, the attack and defense ended in just a few seconds.

But for Webb, who kept his eyes on all this, this heavy and long time was comparable to his life.

It’s already unforgettable. No matter how he deceived himself, he would never forget that scene. The scene that happened in front of him in a matter of seconds had become a part of his soul and could never be separated.

Webb was alone, left in his place where he had been put down, standing motionless. Although I knew that I had to move, it was as if if my body moved, I would definitely fall to my knees.

However, you must not touch the ground with both knees now. Absolutely not.

The golden Archer stared at Weber with cruel blood-colored eyes and slowly approached. Never look away. Although his body was immobile due to fear, he knew this. As long as you look away, your life is gone.

Gilgamesh asked in a voice without the slightest emotion, standing in front of the boy who was trembling but looking firmly at him.

“Boy, are you the master of Rider?”

I thought that it was impossible to make a sound in my throat that was taken by fear, but when asked about my relationship with “him”, the rigid restraints were instantly untied. Webb shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice.

“Nope. I am – that man’s subordinate. ”

“Huh?”

Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and looked at Webb from head to toe. Only then did he find that he did not emit the aura of the spell.

“—this way. But boy, if you are a true loyalist, shouldn’t you avenge the dead king? Do you want to attack the king. ”

Gilgamesh’s tone was still calm, and her red eyes looked at Weber without any emotion.

For the second question, Weber also confided his sincerity in an incredibly calm voice.

“…… If I challenge you, I will die. ”

“Of course.”

“I can’t do that. The king gave me an order to “live.” I will remember this battle and I will be his witness. ”

Yes – he cannot die. As long as the king’s last words still echo in his chest, Weber will do everything possible to get out of this desperate dilemma. Even if the enemy’s Servant is right in front of him, and he doesn’t have any self-defense skills, the situation is desperate to the point where everything stops—but he must not give up. The oath of the time must not be trampled.

In a sense, Weber’s suffering at this moment is much more cruel and painful than that of the fateful Daguan.

In the face of inescapable death, the boy’s body trembled involuntarily, but the stubborn eyes told his indomitability. Gilgamesh silently looked down at his weak body and nodded slightly.

“Faithfulness is where righteousness lies. Don’t put his efforts to shame. ”

The other party is not a master, but a harmless mongrel of a personal animal. There is no need to shoot yourself. This is the decision of the king.

The golden spirit twisted his heels and floated away. Webb could only silently watch him go away. Until the figure reappeared on the other side of the bridge, waiting for the next slave.

After the cool breeze blew across the river and swept away the long-tense battlefield air, the boy finally realized that he was left alone in the silent night, there was no one around, only the hero king who was waiting for the next challenger was there, for himself everything was over, this Holy Grail War, he was already an outsider.

This miracle of surviving made his knees tremble again.

That Archer really planned to kill Webb before changing his mind. The murderous aura that is as natural as breathing has wordlessly proclaimed this fact. If Webb had looked away, slumped to the ground, or hesitated to answer, he would have been killed.

Although he only saved a small life, this is also an affirmation of him by the hero king. Dare to face fear, and save a life, is a battle in itself, a victory. It was Weber Velvet’s first solo appearance.

It was an ugly and trivial battle that had nothing to do with valor. Neither brought anyone to their knees nor captured anything. He survived the predicament and that’s it.

But Webb was happy and proud of it. At that time, in that case, you can get that unexpected result. Only Weber can appreciate the preciousness. No matter how gaffe it seems to others, he has no reason to be ashamed of it.

He obeyed the king’s orders. Witnessed everything and survived.

I really want to be praised. Whether it is the thick palm or the thick branches, I don’t know what kind of broken throat. This time, there is no need to hide anything. He could finally proudly puff up his chest and show off his achievements to the man.

But – in this dark night when everything is silent, only Weber himself hangs himself. There was no one around him anymore. Just like himself before the eleventh day, Weber is now left alone in this numb and lifeless corner of the world.

This battle belongs only to himself. Although he made it through alone, no one noticed it and no one praised him.

But is this fact cruel – no, never.

As for the words of praise, he had just received it. The greatest kings of the world have recognized him, appointed him, and listed him as one of his subjects.

It’s just turning things upside down.

He has already received accolades for the distant future. Just spend the rest of your life and get meritorious service commensurate with the praise.

Yes. At that time, because of that phrase – he was no longer lonely.

The moment he realized this, his years as a teenager were over.

Then he learned for the first time that tears can sometimes come out of his eyes without humiliation and regret.

At this moment, on the empty bridge, Weber Vervet looked down at the dark river, letting tears wet his cheeks.

It was hot, cool, boy’s tears.