The Nuclear Sword Fairy from a certain cartoon

"So, swallow my soul and then run, Silver Meteor——"Dead End Agateram"!!!"

The silver arm turned into an extreme flash of light, making Lancelot unable to open his eyes, but this did not prevent the Knight of the Lake from fighting back.

"The brilliance of the lake under the moon, the blade that will never be destroyed——"Indestructible Lake Light (Aroundight)"!!!"

……

"No...I can't do it anymore...I...I know I was wrong!"

Mordred's arms swung feebly.

Her heart was filled with humiliation and dissatisfaction with Lancelot.

The companion is suffering, but the guy doesn’t know where to run.

Now in order to come back with severe revenge later, I can only give in temporarily.

"Well, it looks like he has completely repented."

Shirou put her down with great satisfaction, and the latter immediately fell to the ground as if falling apart. He finally stood up with the support of his sword and glared at Shirou.

"Wait for me, I————"

The harsh words were only half spoken, but as Shirou slightly raised his thunder whip, Mordred swallowed those words back.

After encountering such humiliation here, she no longer wanted to stay here for even one second longer.

There is no point in fighting an enemy that cannot be defeated even if they are fought head-on.

There was no way, that guy Lancelot didn't know where he had gone.

The other knights must be gathered together to defeat this enemy.

Not even having the courage to look back at Shirou, Mordred limped away holding on to his sword.

"You will definitely be laughed at by everyone when you run away like this with no future... Damn it...!"

Mordred gritted his teeth and was already thinking about how to assemble his troops and fight back.

Shirou eliminated the thunder in his hand and walked into the village with Gudazi and the others.

Shirou was given a very warm reception by the villagers because he beat away Mordred who broke into the area recklessly.

The heroic spirit who had confronted Mordred before also came over and introduced himself with a smile.

"Hey, hello, my name is Arash Kamango. As you can see, I am an archer."

Then, Arash patted the tall Hassan next to him on the shoulder.

"This is Hassan Cursed Arms. He is the chief of this village."

Seeing this, Gudazi, Mashu and the others also began to introduce themselves.

After some conversation, Cursed Wrist Hassan glanced at the villagers outside and said to Shirou and others.

"In this village, all kinds of people gather together, and none of them want to be slaves to the Lion King and the Sun King."

The villagers also looked at this side with some curiosity.

Hassan the Cursed Wrist was relatively taciturn. After giving an overview of the village, he left directly to patrol the surrounding areas of the village.

After all, the crisis of the Knights of the Round Table had just occurred, so it was natural to strengthen security to prevent the villagers from panicking.

"Then, let's all take a rest here first."

Finally, those people were brought here. Shirou originally thought about whether to set off, but when he saw that it was getting late, Gudazi seemed a little sleepy, and he didn't force her, so he decided to take a rest here for the time being.

And not long after they entered the arranged room together, Hassan, the cursed wrist, returned again.

This time, he had an unconscious man on his shoulders.

With long silver hair and a beautiful androgynous face, Shirou couldn't help but smile when he saw this man.

"So you are here... Bedivere."

Chapter 15 One Thousand and Five Hundred Years

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At the moment when he was knocked down by the Knight of the Lake, Bedivere struggled to stand up, but in the end he could not resist the feeling of fainting and finally passed out.

My body seemed to be sinking into the deep sea, and scenes from the past appeared before my eyes.

————How long ago did it happen?

Although I have experienced and forgotten many things, among those past events, it is this memory that can still remain in my heart.

This memory is more precious than anything else.

That day, the king appeared next to Bedivere, who was looking at the sunset from the watchtower. He didn't even bring the accompanying guards, he just strolled in alone.

"Ah, it was obviously hard to drive out the barbarians from the north, but only bad things happened one after another, Bedivere."

Yes, he became a king at such an age. As a Briton, he also led the foreign tribes to defeat the humble king Vortigern who made the country desolate, rectified the feudal princes who were often in civil strife, and blocked the invasion of the Picts in the north. The king of the knights who completely repulsed the foreigners who poured in like a sea of ​​clouds from the mainland, and restored the largest city in the British Isles, 'Londiniam', into the prosperous city of Camelot.

This is the one that all knights worship - King Arthur.

"As long as the king is still there, Britain will not be destroyed, and the pain will not spread." Bedivere answered.

However, the king only answered calmly.

"Without this, the country is still in ruins, and the only places that are rich are Camelot and some surrounding places. Although the people who have lost their villages will be taken in by Camelot, that doesn't count for them. The life that people live. If you are just protected by others, there is no future. The best way to survive is to rely on your own hands to cultivate it. "

Unlike the Knights of the Round Table, who were elated by their victory and glory for days, the king rarely showed a happy smile or a sad expression on his face. He just looked at the people calmly and thought about the future of Britain.

Bedivere remembered that Kay once said that Wang always laughed when he was traveling on the British Isles hiding his identity.

However, when he pulled out the sword and became the king, he seemed to have suppressed those emotions, and he often frowned because he was thinking about the kingdom.

Looking back now, it seems that due to the influence of nostalgia that emerged at dusk, Bedivere asked the king an outrageous question.

That was the doubt and uneasiness I had when I was allowed to sit at the round table.

"King...why did you choose a knight with no merits like me to be the Knight of the Round Table?"

However, when the king heard this, he was a little angry and said: "You said that you can't compare with other knights, so you are not suitable for this position? Idiot, I am the same. No matter whether I am not as good as you in terms of physique, my sword skills are better than mine." There are several people on the list, and the bonds between people cannot be calculated simply because of their strength or weakness. Enemies and friends, good and evil, profit and loss, just like these are all different things. Each of the Knights of the Round Table also has its own characteristics. Their respective jobs.”

Hearing the king's words, Bedivere couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"Enemies and friends, good and evil... Isn't it true that friends are good and enemies are evil?"

However, Wang just shook his head slightly.

"As long as humans are human beings, there will be disputes. It has nothing to do with whether they are enemies or friends. They are affected by benefits and losses. We are now in such an extreme era. If one of the parties does not perish, it will not be able to survive. The cold winter era. In such an era, I have never thought about forming a round table just because we want to be strong. Doing so will fall into the evil path. We are not gathering together to defeat the enemy. We are here for our compatriots. To raise the sword for the future, so division of labor is necessary, Bedivere.”

As he spoke, the king smiled: "This is a place where countless people's dreams come true. One day, humans will be able to create such an ideal land with their own hands. Camelot was born under such prayers, so people like you Knights are necessary, unlike me and Gao Wenqing who cannot integrate into people's lives, you are a knight who can feel people's thoughts carefully."

"King..." Bedivere couldn't help but burst into tears.

In the setting sun, the king's golden hair was blowing in the wind. At that time, Bedivere realized that he finally felt the king's reality.

The knights were already worried because they had not seen the king's smile for a long time, but Bedivere understood everything now.

Wang will not smile for his own affairs, but will only show a steady smile when he sees the happy figures of others.

——That’s why the sin feels so heavy.

At the edge of Avalon, holding the holy sword, the knight's body turned into stone over thousands of years.

Although he is alive, he cannot move, his body is in disrepair, and his soul is a burned-out dregs, like a statue.

However, what is surprising is that his spirit has not been exhausted, and relying on his amazing obsession, he cannot allow himself to die.

Merlin was surprised when he found the statue of Bedivere.

"The person who appeared in Avalon because of the singularity came from the end of another world. There may be another possibility that may happen. That is you, the missed Bedivere.

Sir. "

Merlin awakened Bedivere who came to Avalon, informed him of the formation of the singularity, and asked him whether he wanted to atone for his sins and whether he wanted to inherit the mission of returning the holy sword.

Picture: "Merlin", location: "Images/1679064331-100352746-110076188.jpg"

Relying on the protection of the Holy Sword, he has survived in the human body for 500 years. Even Merlin cannot imagine what kind of death he will face after exchanging the Holy Sword.

However, the knight raised his broken knees, stretched out his arms as dry as branches to the magician, and replied calmly: "Of course, that's why I got here."

Merlin used illusions to disguise Bedivere's magic circuit, making him look like a real Servant.

He also made a replica of the unreturned holy sword, the "Silver Arm", based on the prosthetic arm of the Celtic war god Nuada.

This is not only a disguise to hide the holy sword, but also a powerful force that allows Bedivere to compete with the Lion King's Round Table.

At the same time, the last part of his life will be cut off. The price of using the Holy Sword in a human body is the severe pain accompanying the burning of the soul. This is the final farewell.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the barren and barren land in front of him.

Taking a step towards the sandy land, the knight's silver hair danced in the wind.

"This time, I must kill my king with my own hands."

With such determination, Bedivere had not taken a few steps before he was unlucky enough to encounter Lancelot, the strongest swordsman in the Knights of the Round Table, the 'Knight of the Lake'.

No.16 King Hassan

"Uh... um..."

His consciousness gradually returned, and his control over his body became clearer. Bedivere opened and closed his mouth slightly, making a hoarse voice.

After opening his eyes and looking around, Bedivere found himself in a small room. The space here could only accommodate one person. Beds, stools, pots and pans, just these simple facilities, made people feel uncomfortable. You can see the whole house at a glance.

The setting sun shines into the room from the door, and the orange beams of light float in the air.

Then, footsteps gradually approached, and a red-haired boy walked in. After seeing Bedivere, he suddenly showed a sunny smile.

"you're awake."

Bedivere subconsciously wanted to get up, and then he was a little surprised to feel that his body had recovered as before, as if he had not been injured at all.

He guessed that maybe it was the young man in front of him who helped him, so he asked.

"Ah... may I ask who you are..."

"My name is Orihara Shirou. I am a friend and comrade-in-arms who is somewhat familiar with your king. I have participated in two battles with your king."

After hearing Shirou's words, even though he was still a little confused about his identity, this did not prevent Bedivere from understanding that the person in front of him was not an enemy.

If he were an enemy, how could he help him recover?

"I see, you are the king's friend."

Bedivere showed a relaxed smile.

At this time, Shirou looked at the silver-haired knight's "Silver Arm" transformed from the holy sword and spoke.

"That is the Holy Sword."

"Ah... um." Bedivere was a little stunned, and nodded after a few seconds.

Since the king's friend is so powerful, it is only natural that he can recognize the holy sword.

While Bedivere was still thinking about this, Gudazi and Matthew also came over.

"Wow, I didn't expect the food cooked by the people here is quite delicious!"

Gudazi touched his slightly bulging belly and couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior, that person has woken up."

Matthew, who was following Gudazi, came over and was the first to see Bedivere who had woken up, and immediately reminded her.

Gudazi then looked at Bedivere and said to him: "Hassan, the Cursed Wrist, found you fainting outside. But having said that, you were still injured at the time. What happened?"

"..."

Bedivere was silent for a few seconds and subconsciously looked at Shirou.

"It doesn't matter, just tell everyone, we are all going to the Holy City together."

"Is that so..."

Bedivere nodded, as if there was a warm current in his heart.

I had originally planned to go to the Holy City alone no matter how difficult it was, but now I was able to go with a companion.

"Then, let's tell everyone."

Bedivere told Gudazi and the others about his past, everything that had happened, and his upcoming plan to return the holy sword.