Crown of Silence

Chapter 290 Those Secrets That Cannot Be Told to You

"King Arthur had a bloodline left behind..."

"Nonsense."

Bai Xi glared at him: "Otherwise, is the current royal family picked up by him?"

"I'm not talking about the inheritance of human blood, but those more dangerous things - more dangerous and more deformed than the blood of the gods in the East."

Hermes looked back at her: "You don't think that bloodline inheritance is only for Eastern musicians, right?

What Western musicians pursue is not illusory experience, inspiration and talent, but something more direct, more direct power...including our King Arthur."

Bai Xi was stunned for a moment and asked: "Isn't he the legendary demigod?"

"'Demi-god'? Well, that's right."

Hermes nodded, "In order to ascend to the throne of God in human form, he forcibly integrated the power beyond the limit into his body, Finally, he turned himself into... a demigod who was neither human nor ghost.

The Anglos said that he was born with the blood of a red dragon, because his blood was hot, boiling, crazy, and different from that of humans.

That was the gift of the fairy in the lake, the almighty wishing holy grail! He wanted power, and the blood gave him power. He wanted more, and the blood gave him more, but at the same time, it also cursed him, making him subject to madness for life.

In his later years, he became more and more thirsty, constantly wanting more power, but more power brought more curses, and curses needed more and more powerful power to suppress...

This is a vicious cycle caused by greed. The result is the collapse of his sanity and the beginning of madness. "

He chewed the sweetness left in his mouth and squinted his eyes nostalgically:

"In just ten years, the prosperous times are gone, the blood flowing in Avalon has gathered into a river, the severed heads have piled into a tower, and the dead have gathered their resentment into the ether, Aether was wrapped around the Mad King's 'scepter'.

The entire Avalon had become a demon city.

Ten years ago, everything was so beautiful that it was as if heaven had descended on earth. Ten years later, this heaven had fallen into hell... This was the origin of the Shadow of Avalon.

The evil consequences caused by greed a thousand years ago were endless. "

"But King Arthur is dead"

"I hope so, but won't his descendants still prosper?"

Hermes glanced at the night outside the window. In the night, the Elizabeth Tower under the palace stood tall, pointing to the sky, like a palm reaching out to the sky.

"This is the cursed blood."

He lowered his eyes: "The power and curse are all in the blood, passed down from generation to generation... This is their original sin, destined to perish forever.

There is no escape."

--

Late at night, at the highest point of Avalon.

Outside the palace, a carriage without any signs quietly approached. The driver was a knight covered in armor. Led by him, the carriage passed through the guard checkpoint secretly and silently without disturbing anyone.

Behind the guard checkpoint was a weathered elevator. The brass elevator had become round and smooth after a long period of friction, reflecting a soft copper light.

The carriage stopped on it, and the elevator started quietly, lifting the carriage up. This was the only way to the top of Avalon.

When the carriage stopped in the square in front of the palace, the knight got off the carriage, opened the door, and the old monk walked out of it.

"Lord Mephisto, please follow me."

The knight took off his helmet, revealing the anxious face of the girl: "We don't have much time."

Mephisto nodded and followed her: "How is Her Royal Highness's condition? Are you sure it's the curse of the Hundred Eyes?"

"...Yes."

Christine lowered her head: "It's my fault that I didn't realize that Her Royal Highness was cursed."

"Dragon Blood was out of control and you couldn't get close. It's not your fault."

Mephisto sighed: "If the Dragon Blood Disease and the Curse of the Hundred Eyes broke out at the same time... Her Royal Highness must have suffered deeply. It's a pity that the Spear of St. George was lost many years ago, otherwise it would not be like this."

Christine's eyes were painful, and she led the way silently.

But soon, a pale maid walked up quickly: "Lord Galahad, Her Royal Highness, Her Royal Highness..."

She was stunned halfway through her words, leaned close to Christine's ear, and whispered a few words. Christine's face changed drastically: "Why didn't you stop her!"

"Her Highness... she said she was going to lose control again, and she was afraid that she would do something irreversible again."

"Asshole!"

Christine glared at her: "With Her Highness's current condition, how could she be allowed to enter such a place! Moreover, the situation this time is different from the past. You can't stop her, don't you know to inform me! When did Her Highness leave?"

"You just left, and Her Highness knocked me out..." The maid lowered her head, her shoulders trembling.

"Forgive me for my impoliteness."

Christine didn't have time to salute and said goodbye to the old man, "I will go and find the princess immediately."

After that, she put on a helmet for herself, pressed the long sword at her waist and rushed into the depths of the palace. But behind her, Mephisto suddenly called her.

"Lord Galahad."

He raised his turbid and dim eyes, "Please don't be impatient, I can still feel the heartbeat of Her Highness the Princess, she... she is back."

"Back?"

Christine seemed to have thought of something, holding the sword tightly, and her expression became serious. Mephisto seemed to have noticed her thoughts and shook his head slightly: "It's not what you think, His Highness is not out of control... According to the induction, His Highness's curse has been lifted."

"Lifted?" Christine was stunned.

Mephisto was silent, as if sensing something, and nodded slightly after a moment: "Yes, I can feel that His Highness is still very weak, but the curse of the Hundred Eyes has undoubtedly been lifted, and even the manic dragon blood has calmed down again.

It seems that His Highness is a child favored by the gods, and there is no need for me to bother."

He smiled and signaled Christine to relax a little.

Soon, Christine reacted and rushed to the palace where the princess was without saying goodbye. The sound of footsteps broke the silence of the late night.

Not caring about being rude, she pushed open the door of the bedroom:

"Your Highness!"

The bedroom behind the door was not as messy as she imagined, but still in good order, without any dilapidated places. Hearing the sound of her pushing the door open, the girl standing in front of the window turned around.

She was still wearing a long dress stained by dust, and there were still some traces of mud on her face. She didn't look like a princess at all. Especially she was wearing a tattered leather coat with holes and burn marks all over her body, looking like a scavenger girl.

But this time, she didn't lose her mind.

Seeing her come in, the girl smiled.

"Christine."

Christine stared at the smile on Mary's face dully, and it took a long time for her to come back to her senses. Although she didn't know what happened, the princess didn't look like she was tortured by the curse.

Moreover, since the blood of the princess awakened, she hadn't seen such a relaxed smile for a long time.

"Your Highness... are you okay?" Christine pinched the hilt of the sword, feeling like she was dreaming.

"I'm fine."

Mary was wearing a leather coat that was too strange and too big for her, but it seemed like she was wearing luxurious wings. Her expression was peaceful and quiet, without any madness.

"Maybe I had a good dream?" she said, "I feel much more relaxed."

Christine looked at it for a long time and finally felt relieved, "Has the curse been lifted?"

Mary nodded and stretched out her palm to show her the wound on her palm. She had just cut a wound, and warm blood dripped from the wound, not hot, not crazy, and there was no abnormality.

"Look, even the dragon blood has fallen asleep again. This time, maybe I can stay awake for a few months."

Kristen lowered her head and could not respond after sensing the bitterness in Mary's words. She just skillfully took out bandages and wound medicine from the bedroom and bandaged her wound.

On that slender arm, there were already faint scars all over, which were the scars left when she collapsed in pain again and again and wanted to end her life.

It's a pity that she couldn't die.

How long will this cruel cycle last?

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look again, but bowed her head and prayed softly: "God bless His Highness."

"No, God should hate me, right?"

She heard Mary's soft murmur, looked up in surprise, and saw the girl staring at the moonlight outside the window.

"Isn't it?"

Mary whispered, "I was born with dragon blood, controlled by that power, went crazy, and became a murderer. Every night I wake up from the blood of innocent people, day after day, I am stained by my own sins.

Christine, I was born guilty.

Sometimes I hate James, hate my brother, hate him for being so ordinary, hate him for not being able to bear the consequences that should have been inherited by him. When I was crazy, I felt that the whole world was tainted by unclean people and was extremely dirty. But after waking up, I found that the dirtiest person was myself...

Christine, you are my only friend, but sometimes when I look at you, I feel guilty.

For someone like me, how can you sacrifice your time for me? You have already... Eighteen years old, right? Because I have never had a playmate..."

"No matter who your Highness becomes, I will stay by your side. If your Highness's destiny is to inherit the throne, then my mission is to be your sword and shield."

Christine said solemnly, "There are no male descendants in the Lancelot family of this generation, and my father has only me as his child. Just like your Highness, my future path has been determined since I was born. I used to be unwilling, but now I think: it's great that the person I met is your Highness.

I became your chief guard not because of the family's mission, but out of my will and wish. I am willing to do this.

So, please don't blame yourself, your Highness."

Mary was stunned.

After a long time, she held Christine's hand tightly, "Then, thank you for your hard work."

Christine nodded.

-

It was late at night. After Christine chatted with sleepy Mary about some popular music and news in Avalon recently, Mary leaned on her sleepily, drowsy.

Christine looked at the girl curled up on the sofa, her face no longer afraid, and gently picked her up and put her on the bed.

But in her daze, Mary seemed unwilling to take off the tattered leather jacket and held it tightly. After Christine tried twice, she gave up helplessly.

I don’t know where His Highness picked up this strange leather jacket, but...what makes Christine feel uneasy is that this leather jacket can be seen to be originally a man’s style! Could it be that someone quietly approached Her Highness when she was not paying attention?

Maybe it has something to do with the contact with the curse, but if it is true, then what exactly does that man intend to do!

Christine pondered, but for some reason she felt a sour taste in her heart: His Highness looks so relaxed, it must be related to that man!

She has been with His Highness for so many years, but she is not as good as a man who appeared out of thin air. That man must have ulterior motives for approaching His Highness!

She clenched the sword tightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes: If she finds that man with ulterior motives, she will definitely let him learn the power of ‘Galahad’!

“Christine.” A murmured voice came from behind her.

“Hmm?” She was stunned and looked back at Mary who was half asleep and half awake on the bed. Her Highness was holding the leather jacket and looking at herself. She was subconsciously a little flustered, feeling nervous as if her thoughts were being discovered.

"Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"

"Teach me court dance after a while." Mary looked at her with pleading eyes: "I want to learn the steps of waltz."

"Uh... Your Highness has never been interested in these things, has he?" Christine became more and more nervous for some reason.

"I suddenly want to learn. Please teach me, Christine."

Christine was stunned. After hesitating for a long time, she lowered her head in shame: "This... I have been learning how to inherit the power left by Lord Galahad since I was born. Court dance is a weak thing, after all, it is not the knight's specialty, and I have never learned it."

"Oh?"

Mary looked a little disappointed: "It turns out that there are things that Christine can't do."

Christine was silent for a moment, made up her mind, and said with gritted teeth: "I will learn it tomorrow!"

"Hehe."

Mary looked at her embarrassed look, and smiled triumphantly. She stopped pestering, but half buried her face in the pillow, and suddenly said:

"Christine, I just... dreamed of His Royal Highness."

"Prince!?"

Christine lost her voice, her eyes went dark, it was like a bolt from the blue: it seems that it is right, His Royal Highness has indeed encountered a bandit with ulterior motives!

Soon she realized her own gaffe and forced a smile:

"Ahem, is that so? That... prince, is he very handsome?" She wanted to chop that shitty prince into pieces and feed him to the dogs.

"I don't remember clearly, I just remember that he held my hand... well, I won't tell you the rest." Mary blinked cunningly:

"That dream is my secret, and His Royal Highness the Prince is also my secret..."

She smiled, closed her eyes sleepily, and fell into a long-lost peaceful dream.

There seemed to be moonlight in the dream.