No one knows King Arthur better than I do

"Failed? Correct? Necessary?"

She first asked softly, and then her sharp eyes fell directly on Merlin.

"Those things don't matter anymore—what I think is right is right, what I think is necessary is what is necessary, and I am the king of this country!"

and so…

"——The moment I draw out the holy spear is victory, and the moment I lead the team to set off is also victory."

Thinking of what she saw in the secret realm, about Karl's future, Arturia's eyes gradually softened a little. In the sunshine of the secret realm, she showed that perfect smile that complemented the noble and holy golden brilliance .

——I must change that future.

and so…

"—I will never fail!"

……

25. The Last Light of the Age of Gods

Outside the secret realm of the fairies in the lake, Arturia, who had long golden hair, a new style of armor, and a holy spear, who thoroughly understood people's hearts, walked out slowly.

Gathering outside the secret realm at this moment is the Knights of the Round Table, except for a few main knights, most of whom have returned to their positions.

The first time they saw Artoria like this, they couldn't even believe that this was their own king—those who didn't know thought it was Merlin who had changed!This strong and huge human heart!

But soon, Morgan and Cavalier Kai, who were so familiar with Artoria, recognized her, and the other knights gradually came to their senses.

Then Artoria spoke.

"My knights, what I'm going to do next is definitely not justice--I also said before that we will initiate war against Rome! The reason is not because Rome declares war on us, but It was because of something that happened to me personally when I was in Rome."

"It is I, the call initiated by King Arthur's will-to wage war on Rome!"

"This move will not be called justice, nor is it for Britain, and it does not necessarily have to be calculated whether it is correct or not, it is just for myself! So just now, I will give you a chance to give up-if you don't give up this time, and If you chose to gather under the king's banner and draw your sword for me, then you won't have the chance to give up."

"—Choose, Knights of the Round Table."

Following Artoria's words, the group of knights looked at each other and then laughed.

When their eyes returned to Artoria's body again, their eyes became even more fanatical!

They were not gathered under the king's banner because of Britain.

——They gathered under the king's banner for King Arthur!

Isn't the king's chef also worthy of joining the Knights of the Round Table?

and so.

"Our sword will definitely point in the direction you point, and I swear to use this body to carry out your will to the end!"

The enthusiasm of this group of round table knights was completely ignited.

Although Artoria can no longer hide the fact that she is a woman at this moment, it is not something worth caring about for the real king chef.

They don't care whether King Arthur is a man or a woman! (violent theory

What matters is that King Arthur was King Arthur...even better King Arthur these days - and that's enough!

Among such a group of people, only Morgan stood still, looking in the direction of Ireland.

At first, Artoria raised her eyebrows when she saw her sister Wang standing outside the team, looking out of place, but when she saw the other party's eyes looking towards Ireland, she thought she was very determined in her heart Arturia, who had been married, still felt a little guilty, so she didn't care about Morgan.

But what she didn't know was that Morgan wasn't simply in a daze at the moment, but she heard a voice that Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table couldn't hear.

Arturia has just obtained the holy gun, and under the influence of this gun, she is initiating changes towards the gods in the posture of a living person.

——At this moment, she is a human being, a god or a red dragon.

But now she hasn't completely stabilized, and the essence is a bit unclear, so I didn't hear it.

The Knights of the Round Table are not survivors of the Age of Gods, so they cannot hear them.

But Morgan, the holder of the power of the British island, as well as Merlin in the secret realm and the fairies in the lake all heard it.

——The king's summons!

It was a sound that originated from the blood and was rooted in the soul.

From the direction of Ireland, it sounded like a battle song from far away.

Not just Britain...the elves in the secret realm of Rome, and even some elves and ghosts in Asia—all the races in the world that can be regarded as the survivors of the age of gods heard the voice and felt the birth of the king.

The owner of the voice is Karl.

"Three months—gathering in Ireland, early next year, war begins!"

A very simple sentence, but the meaning it represents is completely different.

Since the end of the Age of Gods, the mysterious decline, this group of survivors of the Age of Gods is like a group of headless chickens, basically except for a few areas that still retain the embers of the Age of Gods, most of the survivors of the Age of Gods can feel their own strength for a day Not as good as a day.

The Age of Gods is doomed to pass away.

Even the gods have nothing to do about it, and they can only accept the arrival of fate.

Struggled.

But the power is getting worse day by day, and its own existence is gradually being erased. This kind of situation, like a slow knife cutting flesh, has worn away the blood and edges of too many survivors of the Gods.

But as this sound sounded, the slow knife that kept tearing apart their existence disappeared.

Their king was born.

Mysteries have not begun to revive, but at least they will not dissipate.

So Carl's voice is like a light shining in the deepest darkness.

—their savior.

— their king!

With Karl's summons, the survivors of the Age of Gods all over the world began to migrate.

Whether it is something that is about to die out, or something like those ghosts in the Far East can still exist.

The location in Ireland is like burning a flame that only they, the remnants of the gods, can see.

The embers burned and the bells died down.

The king's summons has come, so it's time for them to respond to the king's order!

☆

Morgan couldn't help being a little dazed after hearing Carl's voice.

She still remembered what Karl said to her before, and she didn't think what Karl said at that time was false.

Since that is the case...

—Then Karl must be very tired now.

That is a slender person who has a strong sense of responsibility and cannot bear too much pressure.

That is a lazy, ordinary person who likes to do nothing all day long.

That is also a person who can be crushed, afraid of pain, and even a little fragile.

But he is like this, but he bears the responsibility and pressure of the entire Age of Gods...

Seriously, if Morgan could grow wings now, she would fly to Carl.

no doubt.

—he needs her help.

but…

With such thoughts in mind, Morgan looked at Arturia who was already talking to the Knights of the Round Table about taking the initiative to attack Rome next year. She sighed slightly, thinking that as a sister, she should help her before she left. Stupid sister do something.

And she's almost ready here.

A magic project that has been preparing since Karl was not a silver hero, not the king of kings, and was still running a tavern.

Nearly finished.

In fact, there are already complete finished products on her side, and there are four in total.

She would keep three for Arturia and take one for herself.

At that time, it was time for her to give up her status as the princess of Britain and go to Karl for refuge.

and so.

—Wait for me, Karl.

Before winter comes completely, I will definitely, definitely will come to you at the fastest speed.

After all, we made an appointment to spend this winter together.

……

26. The King of Kings

When Scathach set foot on the flower and the world tree all disappeared, and there was only a dark and scorched sky garden, she also saw the dark shadow in the center of the sky garden.

The flame that was burning here before was extinguished, but the residual heat of the flame has not completely dissipated.

Under the interference of temperature, the air produced a distorted effect. In this distortion, Karl's figure was kneeling in the center of the hanging garden, and Gungnir was inserted on the ground beside him, looking like a defeated Soldiers are generally lonely.

"I've said it all. If someone sees you now, it won't work."

Seeing Karl's appearance, Scathach walked to his side while talking.

She also knew a little about Carl.

——She has never seen anyone more salty than Carl!

But this salted fish is probably the so-called son of luck in the east.

It was also the first time I met Skaha who could plant himself as the king of kings if he wanted to farm the land.

only…

The luck that others dream of is not a good thing for the man in front of him.

If it was him, what he wanted might be sunny tomorrow morning, and after he had a good night's sleep tonight, he would get up early tomorrow morning to get something delicious, then take out his soft chair and sit comfortably A visit to the garden can lie down for an afternoon of life.

The kind of leisurely, stress-free, stimulation-free life that can be spent every day is the life this man pursues.

It's a pity - when he pulled out the gun beside him, such a day was already a farewell to him.

——He was forced to embark on a road of becoming a king and a hero.

and so.

"I'm tired."

Scathach walked behind Karl, not caring about the scorched blackness on the ground. Sitting directly on the ground, she slowly leaned on Karl's body from behind, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Scathach leaned his head on Karl's back, listening to the flaming figure inside the body, his tone was a bit softer.

"However, there is no way around this. The so-called kings and heroes have assumed more responsibilities, accepted more pressure, and were forced to appear in the sight of more people—although they have received more people's pursuit, but It also received criticism from more people.”

"In order to look at yourself, you will be forced to do more things, some are within the scope of ability, but more may be beyond the scope of ability, so you must continue to improve yourself, and then spend your free time doing more things. I have less and less time, and finally I am busy and running around all day, as if I have become not myself..."

"People who have not become kings and heroes envy the glamorous side of kings and heroes, and feel that if they replace the good parts, they can live more comfortably-but they can't see, or don't even think about it. , in fact, there may be more bad aspects than good aspects.”

"—so it must be very tiring for you."

If it was Cu Chulainn, and the other party knelt in front of Scatha, Scatha would probably only give him two kicks, and then pointed the tip of the gun at the other party's throat, and the other party would probably be more sensible in the future.

If not sensible?

——Then maybe Cu Chulainn will be beaten to death (

But it was different with Carl.

Scatha knew exactly what kind of person Karl was, and she also knew why Karl came to this point.

This man, who desires leisure and peace more than anyone else, has put on armor and picked up a sharp knife countless times for the leisure and peace of others.

Such people sound silly.