Lost Narrative Poetry

On the final battlefield, the war that divided the country into two ended. The sunset, as red as blood, set, and now the darkness of night dominated the battlefield.

Curses fill the hills where the dead are buried, complaining about taking away the living.

"King! King!"

The knight held the reins with rapid breathing, and rolled off the white horse in an almost miserable state. He completely ignored the blood and mud on his body and ran madly towards the center of the battlefield.

The last knight shouted in great panic, almost crying, unable to vent the fear and despair in his heart.

The blood-stained sunset has completely sunk below the horizon, the bloody dusk is no longer maintained, and the entire red-stained battlefield has completely fallen into deathly silence, as if falling into the eternal sleep of death in the falling night. .

The wind is dead, the sound is dead, and the atmosphere is dead. This silence can hurt people's eardrums.

This sight was chilling to the bottom of my heart, and Bedivere felt as desperate as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if his heart had been driven directly into an icicle.

Along the way, he saw the corpses of countless familiar colleagues, which made him sad and angry, because he knew that no matter what the outcome of this battle, Camelot was over, and all its national strength and heritage had been burned to the ground.

But at this moment, there is no way to stop, and there is no time to mourn or deal with the funeral affairs of these past knights. This huge battlefield cannot be handled by him alone. All Bedivere can do now is Find the whereabouts of the king and confirm his condition as soon as possible.

Pain and regret seemed to be a curse, gnawing at his soul.

That's it again! That's it again! Why is this happening again!

He blamed himself for his own inability, but in the end he failed to catch up, and it was too late.

The first time was Princess Eleanor, then the Battle of Kamlan, even the King's Capital... not just once - but twice - only at this time could he realize how powerless a knight he was. , is an incompetent knight who twice lost the person he must protect.

Desperately climbing over the battlefield, crossing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Bedivere, breathing heavily, searched frantically everywhere. Although he did not get any response, he was unwilling to give up and was still frantically looking for his monarch.

Or, in this way, the knight can feel the reality. He is unwilling to give up no matter what. He does not believe that his king has really met death.

The king is immortal.

As long as there is the guidance of the holy sword, the king will not be destroyed.

Unlike other knights, he believed in his king.

Finally, he stumbled onto the blood-stained hill. Bedivere's pupils froze slightly, and he saw the figure on the top of the hill.

Under the twinkling stars in the night sky, the petite blond girl quietly hugged her knees and sat next to a young magician. She was leaning on the latter's shoulder and seemed to have fallen asleep deeply.

Of course, this is just an illusion caused by being too quiet.

No matter what, no matter how much time passes, Artoria will never be able to get used to and accept the destructive scene of this Sword Fence Hill, and naturally it is even less likely that she will be in the mood to fall asleep here.

but……

Quietly, as if sleeping quietly.

She closed her eyes.

Only the starlight fell, falling lightly on the girl's golden hair, accompanied by her quiet and long breathing.

This was the only feeling Bedivere had at the moment. The last knight held his breath subconsciously, cautiously not daring to disturb the silence. The knight just looked at the king's profile from a distance. This was the scene he had been looking forward to seeing.

The king was finally able to find stability.

Isolated in the palace, kept away from knights, and feared by the people... The king who had accomplished such a great deed and should be in glory never once showed a gentle expression on his face.

I can't forgive, I want to believe that there is no such thing.

Because of this, he became the king's knight. He did not serve the country, he was proud of being an unselfish and ideal king, so he handed over his sword and became the king's knight at a young age.

He just wanted to see the real side of the king, not the one he saw in the royal city or the battlefield, but the real smile.

It will appear when you are freed from the responsibilities of the king in the palace. No matter how perfect the king is, he cannot disguise himself anytime and anywhere.

However, this idea was wrong, and all Bedivere knew was the opposite of what he expected.

His king never smiled once.

The king was alone until the end.

So she was very happy, it was really great. At this moment, the knight was extremely grateful to the person who sat quietly with her beside the king and gave her peace.

But at the next moment, the girl raised her head as if aware of it, and turned her eyes to look in the direction of Bedivere. Her face could not be seen clearly under the shadow of her bangs, and her voice seemed a little low, lost and hazy:

"...Mr. Bedivere, you are finally here."

"..."

"..."

"Yes, Wang, it's great that you're okay..."

The moment he heard this familiar voice, tears almost overflowed from his eyes. The loyal knight tried hard to suppress his excitement and said this from the bottom of his heart.

Although there are many questions, they are not important at this moment!

Arturia looked at the last knight she had not seen for a long time, just opened her mouth, and shook her head bitterly. She had a lot to say, but in the end she didn't know what to say, so she could only stay blank. Looking at the desolate scenery around me.

At this time, Bedivere also naturally looked at the magician next to her. Although he was very grateful to him, he had never seen this person before.

The other party looks very young, at least in appearance, he is of the same age as a king who has completely revealed his girlish posture at this moment and no longer makes any pretense. It looks like a boy and girl are very suitable.

The long black hair that reaches the waist falls like a waterfall, and the aura is so aloof that it is almost distorted, giving people a rather unreal feeling. The reason why he knows that the other person is a magician is because of this feeling.

There is also the black robe on the body, without any unnecessary modifications. It seems to be simply woven with fiber, but it looks simple and classic. It has a complete sense of mystery, which makes people subconsciously feel that this It is the robe worn by mysterious wizards.

It was precisely because he was quite familiar with the mystery of this kind of magic that Bedivere immediately identified him as a magician.

but……

What is the relationship with Wang?

Bedivere was one of the original Knights of the Round Table. He also served as a deacon in the palace and was responsible for taking care of the king. Together with Kai, Gawain and others, he served Artoria as the earliest knights. He was confident that he had a good understanding of the king's communication.

What's more, the king has no personal relationship in the first place. The king is an ideal king. It is precisely because he is so impartial and selfless and does not understand people's hearts that he makes people alienate and fear him.

So, how did this magician appear on this battlefield, and how did he meet the king? Bedivere thought about this question subconsciously. The first thing he thought of was that maybe this was a magician who happened to wander here.

He happened to encounter this battle and saved Wang at the last moment. This seemed to be the most reasonable explanation at first glance. But as soon as this idea came up, Bedivere directly rejected it.

No, even if this is the case, the king's trust and dependence on him should not reach this level in a short period of time...

Xia Ran was also looking at this loyal and upright last knight, one of the Knights of the Round Table who assisted King Arthur. Among the Knights of the Round Table who gathered many heroes beyond human beings, he was the only knight who assisted King Arthur "as an ordinary human being".

Although there is a considerable gap between him and other Knights of the Round Table, he has undoubtedly reached the limit that humans can achieve, and the most important thing is that he is still one-armed. This is already an incredible amount of blood, sweat and effort that ordinary people have put in. Only then can things be done.

It can be said that it is completely opposite to her neutral and beautiful appearance. Bedivere's mental tenacity and willpower have reached a completely inhuman level.

All in all, it was a character he admired quite a lot, so he nodded to show friendship at this moment.

"Bedwell..." At this time, a hazy voice sounded.

"King!? I'm here, please tell me if you have any orders..." The knight stopped his thoughts for a moment, looked at his monarch, stepped forward and said hurriedly.

"..."

"..."

"I seem to have...had a long, long dream..." Arturia murmured as she stared at the desolate scenery around her. She felt as if she was in another world, but some things became clear again. .

The person next to her was right. Although this memory would only bring her pain and sorrow, making her cry from the depths of her soul, but... this was a past that should not be forgotten.

Even though it is extremely sad, it should not be denied or avoided.

--this is not right.

And it can’t be done.

"Dream...?" Bedivere asked cautiously, not quite sure why Wang said that suddenly.

"Yes, it's a rare experience, but now, I have woken up from the dream..." Arturia whispered quietly.

The night breeze blew through the hills, bringing the strong smell of blood around in the silence.

Bedivere waited anxiously. He was originally very happy, but now he began to feel uneasy. It seemed that something was about to happen... Could it be that the king was not as safe and sound as he appeared?

Yes, this is impossible. The tragedy of this battlefield is obvious to all. Although Wang defeated the enemy single-handedly and the war ended with Wang's victory, how could she not pay any price...

"Bedivere, take my sword!"

In the midst of tension and fear, the knight finally heard the king's order, which seemed to be the last order.

"Through that forest, in the deepest center, there is a deep lake. Put my sword into it."

"King, then...!"

Bedivere was so frightened that his premonition seemed to come true.

Excalibur, the Sword of the Lake.

If the sword that the king proved was returned, it would naturally represent the end of the king he served.

"Go and come back here after you're done. I want to hear what you saw..." The girl whispered without looking at him, and the order she gave did not change.