No one knows King Arthur better than I do

When he mentioned Merlin, he couldn't help but snorted softly, and his tone became much colder.

"How dare you extend your hand to our Rome... How courageous!"

He didn't have the slightest liking for Merlin who caused everything.

Ok?

Just as he was sighing, his eyes suddenly burst into a faint golden light, and the connection from Rome rang in his mind.

"How's the investigation going?"

Although the man in the black robe sometimes shows a bit of the aura that belongs to the king, but in this point he is still a little bit worse than the existence that contacts him.

But he won't admit it.

"The matter has been investigated very clearly."

While talking, the black-robed man turned sideways, fixed his final gaze on the unconscious Karl before leaving, pulled away the hood that had been covering his face with one hand, and pulled it away, revealing his face .

She has dark brown hair, a tough and wild face in her refinement, and a special crown made of plants hangs on her head.

His gaze was deep and direct.

While staring at Carl, he also had a confident smile on his face.

"Although what happened on the British island is a boring game in the final analysis, but I also have real gains here."

"I have found your descendant..."

His gaze fell on Carl, and he slowly pronounced the name.

"Lucius Hiberius."

☆

"The war is over."

For the knights of Camelot, all this came like a dream.

The huge white dragon invaded with the Saxon residents, and then the former king brought the undead of Camelot to defeat each other with the silver hero...

All of this is like watching a very long and very real movie.

Basically they are hiding inside the enchantment, most of the time they don't have any business.

But even so—they were sincerely relieved that the war was over, but they didn't cheer for the victory.

the reason…

Scathach looked at Karl, who had removed his armor, held the sword of victory, and was scorched black by the huge impact of the explosion, sighed slightly, put away the magic gun in his left hand, and stretched out his hand. He was hugged.

At first she thought Karl was dead.

But when she came into contact with Carl's body, she realized that he was indeed alive.

He surrounded himself with the huge energy brought by Vortigern's self-explosion, and isolated it from the outside world—Skaha didn't know how Karl did this, but the huge energy shock was indeed caused by himself alone. Instead of them, people have endured what the world has endured.

——It's not dead.

Scathach's wish was still pinned on Karl, so she was relieved that Karl was not dead.

But she still thought about it rationally.

If we look at it according to the normal situation, then even if Karl is the first-generation red dragon created by Merlin, it is absolutely impossible to block the impact of that level-burning into coke... Well, under such a violent energy explosion, it will definitely turn into a flying dragon. Gray it!

But he didn't die.

The injuries were severe and he was even unconscious.

But his body began to recover at a slow speed amidst a faint light.

——Is this also brought about by the transformation of the first generation of Red Dragon?

Scathach didn't know either.

And even if she has the wisdom of the Demon Realm, she can't see his situation, which is the same as she can't see Karl's strength.

——What a mysterious guy.

But the more this is the case, the more certain Skaha is.

The one I saw in my dream...

full of brilliance...

Incomparably powerful...

The one who can kill himself - definitely is Karl.

So now that the matter here is over, Skaha will take Carl back to Ireland to recuperate.

She also counted on Carl to be able to satisfy her wish and kill herself after recovering from her injuries—so she didn't want to keep Carl in Camelot.

and…

Scathach looked coldly at the big bald man who opened the barrier after Vortigern's death and slowly walked out from a safe place. His cold gaze almost turned into a real magic spear and pierced him.

"Nightmare, don't tell me you want me to keep Karl here."

Forehead…

To be honest, Merlin really thought so.

But he definitely didn't want to fight Scatha.

So after struggling again and again, Merlin finally sighed in his heart, then smiled and shook his head at Scathach.

"No... I'm just here to see if Carl's injury is serious."

Hearing what he said, the coldness in Scathach's eyes did not weaken in the slightest, and he even ignored Merlin who was a little embarrassed.

She held Carl in one arm and her magic gun in the other.

Now there are no undead from the Kingdom of Shadows here, only Saxon knights.

This is not Ireland, but the British Isles.

But even in this way, the Queen from the Kingdom of Shadows didn't show any fear or flinch.

She was going to take Carl back, it was as simple as that.

……

16. Morgan No Longer Doubting

"Merlin, she just said Carl..."

Scathach finally took Karl away, and then she got into the gate of the Kingdom of Shadows and went back to Ireland.

And when Merlin was a little embarrassed, Morgan came out from behind him.

The barrier was opened, and it wasn't just Merlin who came out, Morgan was also here, so they came out together at this moment.

At the beginning, she was still immersed in the excitement of the arrival of the silver hero and defeating the white dragon together with her father and the undead of Camelot, but when she saw the silver hero fall, she still sincerely felt sorry for the unknown man. The hero Camelot has stood up several times feels admiration and sadness.

but…

It was also good when the silver hero fell, and it was also good when King Uther led the undead of Camelot to burn Vortigern with the fire of the soul-she was definitely not so helpless before.

And the reason is the name...

"What are you talking about? Isn't Karl in Ireland... Shouldn't he not be involved in this dispute! Merlin, tell me!"

Morgan vaguely guessed something.

But she couldn't believe the guess in her mind no matter what.

That's why she looks like this.

Maybe what she needs at this time is not an answer at all, but a lie, but Merlin looked at Morgan blankly at this moment, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Just as you thought..."

Merlin looked at Morgan in front of him, and spoke in a flat tone.

"—Carl is the silver hero."

★

The back streets of Camelot were destroyed once before by Vortigern's flames.

But because of the rapid reconstruction, the back street has restored the previous living atmosphere again at this moment.

Only one place is different...

Morgan leaned against the wooden gate, looking at the empty and pitch-black tavern, although she could vaguely hear some noisy sounds from the street behind us, but she selectively blocked these sounds ——As if she and them lived in two worlds.

Raising his head slightly, when Morgan's eyes fell on Carl's wooden bar, subconsciously, he would see that lazy figure lying there in the sun every time he came here, Weakly greeted myself...

But now the other party is not here.

Perhaps the former Morgan didn't realize that every time she encountered a problem, she would subconsciously come here to look for Carl.

Regardless of whether the problem can be solved, she seems to be relieved when she sees Carl.

Since the death of King Uther, Morgan, who felt that she might never laugh again for the rest of her life, found joy here, and this was the first time she had returned to her original indifferent, dark, and distorted state.

but…

"If you're still here, you probably have to tell me not to put on a dead face right now..."

Morgan muttered to himself.

She lowered her head again, muttering to herself in the space where only she was alone.

"How could it be you...why is it you..."

Morgan, who was muttering about this, once again had King Uther's face with a helpless smile a long time ago, as well as what he said to himself at that time.

First: Heroes always come out with brilliance.

That's right... Karl was good when he pulled himself out of the darkness, when he gave himself a sense of security, and when he jumped off the cliff and hugged him - no matter what time he followed the light And play.

Second: The hero's appearance is always short-lived.

Yeah...but that's not because of Carl, but because the old self mostly only comes to him when he has a problem, when he's upset - and he fixes his troubles pretty quickly , so he is constantly flashing in his own life.

Third: The appearance of a hero symbolizes hope.

That's right... Every time I feel like I'm going to die, Karl will appear by my side and give me a hand...

Fourth: Heroes are invincible and invincible—but heroes will not protect us forever, so rather than relying on heroes, you should know how to strengthen yourself and protect yourself when there are no heroes.

Thinking of this, Morgan also remembered the question he had doubts at the beginning.

why?

Why can't the invincible hero protect himself forever?

She also remembers that even the original self could feel that there was a problem, King Uther's perfunctory answer:

——Because the heroes... are very busy, they can't appear where they want to appear at will. Only when you catch up can you see the hero and be protected by the hero.

——So, Morgan, if you see a hero, be moved by it and bless it, because it may be a great hymn that you can only see once in your life, and you can call it a legend just once.

She couldn't understand it at the time.

She couldn't understand it for a long time after that.

But ah...

—now she understands!

because…

"—How could there be an invincible hero who will never be injured!"

When I repelled the white dragon, I only saw a flash of light, but when I came to the tavern later, Karl seemed very tired and tired at that time...

Yes.

It's only natural that he would look like that after a big battle with Hakuryu...

I once told Karl about the treatment of the Silver Knight. He is a happy-go-lucky person, and he doesn’t like an overly stressful life, but he still pulled himself out of the darkness and helped him solve countless problems. once……

Thinking of this, Morgan felt a little blurry in front of his eyes.