Opening, a Star Cup

As the voice said, he was already a burnt residue.His overworked body could no longer even move a single finger.

There is almost nothing left of the soul.After all, in order to drive this immobile body, the soul has been used up as fuel.

And the remaining spirit is worn out like the body and soul, and has been burned out in the distant past

"——No, only the spirit, absolutely not. My spirit [heart] is still for the king's light." The knight's inner voice was strangely conveyed in this space.

The other party obviously did not open his mouth, but a voice came out.

That cry was so hot that it resounded through the world of "life and immortality".

"Really? Stand up. Hahahaha...then accept this as a farewell gift." The mysterious voice let out a hearty laugh.

He made no effort to hide his joy.sure enough

'this is your choice. '

"Your goal is a possibility. It is the time and space where countless rays of light have gathered in one place from ancient times to the present." The other party's voice became louder and louder, which made the knight's brain feel deafeningly vibrating.

The eardrums vibrated under the sound - the whole consciousness was completely awake at once.

"Even if you have to fight your comrades in the past. Even if you have to face the sins of the past. The brilliance of this arm will never be weakened. Because, this is exactly—" the other party said loudly.

Light

The next moment, endless light shone in front of the knight's eyes.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in that bustling city of different time and space.

"Go and find it... Hand over the sword to the master you truly recognize. The knight—Bedwell."

The final lingering sound echoed in his ears.Then the owner of the voice disappeared completely.

That's right, completely, completely... disappeared from the knight's perception.The Violet Silver Knight - Bedivere looked in surprise at his intact body that had been 'recovered as before'.

Actually... But how is this possible?

Except for the spirit foundation, the external wear and tear has been fully recovered.Even the soul that is close to drying up and collapsing

Unprecedented surging power flows in his body.

Is this... the other party's "farewell gift"? !A smile of sincere shock and gratitude appeared on Bedivere's face.

I don't know who that gentleman is...but

Great.

It really helped her a lot.

If it was a broken body like before, Bedivere really didn't have much confidence in finding the "King" before his body and soul completely collapsed.

but……

What did the other party mean by the last sentence he said? !

This sword - this light, in Bedivere's heart will always belong to that king only.

Why look for a "real" owner.There has always been only one master of the holy sword from the past to the future.

There is only one king she is loyal to... It will not change.

Their leader of the Knights of the Round Table, the great Red Dragon Knight, the Knight King of Britain——Arthur Pendragon.

——"That person" actually knew what Bedivere was thinking.

But

There is more than one King of Knights.

King Arthur from different time and space, different world lines.

There is only one person who fits that holy sword.

Only those who are recognized by "Bedwell" are worthy to hold that holy sword.

at the same time……

On the land of the former homeland, now England.

London

The black knight fell into a deep sleep.

the distant past.Memories of the past emerged one by one.

Just under the starry, night sky that I had been watching until just now.

Now the whole body has become a blood-stained battlefield, a battlefield where countless corpses are piled up.

What awaits the King of Knights is the betrayal of the rebellious knight and usurper Mordred on his way back after fighting the Great Empire of the Setting Sun.

"Puff!!" Conforming to the familiarity in his memory, the King of Knights once again pierced Mordred's body with his spear.

And the long sword of the Jagged Knight also pierced him.

"Father... Dear..." Mordred's difficult voice was next to his ear.The bright golden hair and his face were reflected in Arthur's pupils.

The holy blue pupils that were supposed to be the same as him were now stained blood red by blood and tears.