Lost Narrative Poetry

Bedivere, a brave knight with quick thinking, was stunned at this moment and didn't know what to do.

As long as the holy sword is returned to the fairy in the lake, the king will no longer be a king, and without the protection of the holy sword, the seriously injured king may die like a normal person... He was shaken and unwilling to accept this order.

Subconsciously, he looked at the silent magician beside him with helpless pleading eyes.

Although I don’t know who the other party is, although I don’t know how the other party and Wang know each other, although I don’t know what the relationship between the other party and Wang is...but he must be a trustworthy person, because he is the person Wang is relying on at this moment.

So, say something, admonish, stop...

Please, don't let this terrible thing happen.

As if he understood Bedivere's gaze, the magician who had been quiet finally spoke. He stared seriously into the knight's eyes and said in a gentle and calm tone:

"That long-standing and heavy responsibility has come to an end."

"..."

"..."

Bedivere finally understood and fell silent.

Yes, it should be over.

After all, King Arthur is not a king recognized by everyone, but a false king who is only recognized during a period of smooth governance. As long as she can move with the king's functions, she can ignore the slight "incongruity".

Even if someone discovers the king's true identity, they will keep their mouth shut while the king is still outstanding. While praising the ideal king, once he discovered that the ideal could not save thousands of people, he put all the responsibilities on her.

——This is the result.

It's all over.

From now on, this country and this land will continue to be in turmoil, and the day of destruction will come soon.

But that is no longer the king's responsibility. If he were to replace the king who existed only to protect the country, he would hide his true identity for ten years just for that reason. He would draw his sword and become someone else, and kill his past, just to protect the people. to date.

To live for people, to live with people, to leave a future for people is to be entrusted to the country, to be the king.

——This is also about living in the responsibility of the king.

When the ideal and correct king is betrayed by everyone and hated by everyone, this responsibility should end. Precisely because Bedivere is one of the only knights of the Round Table who truly cares about the king's own happiness. Only then did I understand this deeply.

Biting his lip hard, the one-armed knight accepted the king's choice.

"Master Magician, please take good care of the king. I will be back soon..." With these words behind him, Bedivere mounted his white horse and left.

"How many times do you think he'll come back?"

Xia Ran blinked and asked with a smile.

"...three times."

Arturia replied in a low voice. It was not like she had not learned about the epic legend about herself. Of course she knew that Bedivere would disobey her order and did not actually throw the sword into the lake until the third time.

She was very touched that when she was at the end of her rope, there was still such a loyal knight following her. He knew clearly that disobeying the king's order was a serious crime for a knight, but he still risked his life for the second time.

Just because he felt that once he lost the protection of the holy sword, he would die. He was afraid that such a thing would happen, so he could not put the sword into it. He could only use bad words to lie that he had accidentally lost the sword on the way... …

"What if he still doesn't return the holy sword the third time?" the magician said pointedly.

"What?"

Artoria was stunned for a moment, then raised her head subconsciously.

"The possibility that appears under the influence of the singularity and comes from a certain IF." Xia Ran blinked, but that was where they could make a fuss, and it was also the most suitable point of departure.

"That is to say..."

The King of Knights was obviously unable to react. She was so confused now that she didn't even have a bright mind.

"I'm just reminding you first so that you can be mentally prepared. However, the possibility of parallel existence is not something you can control, nor is it your responsibility, so don't worry too much."

Xia Ran shook his head and did not mean to make it clear directly: "In short, let's maintain the orthodox history first and complete this "correction". As for the branching branches, that is a problem later. "

"Um."

Artoria nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What should I do?"

"It's a long story, but I have a general idea, and then I just need to complete the detailed plan. So there will be no problem, and no one will be able to stop me. I will definitely achieve the miracle I promised .”

The magician reached out and took the spear spiritual equipment next to him, stuffed it into her hand solemnly, and said in a joking tone -

"All you have to do is maintain this miracle. This is the "Holy Grail" I give you..."

Holy Grail... The girl bit her lower lip gently, knowing what the other person was talking about.

That was in her ninth year on the throne of Camelot, the second to last year. Distressed, she learned from Merlin that the main reason for the Year of Evil was not that the land was deserted and uncultivated by foreign invasions, but that the land itself was changing.

Even as Camelot endures, Britain itself continues to decline.

The court magician said to the king that the mystery that remained in the land was nothing more than residue.

This island is a foreign land far away from the mainland, so on this planet that has been mysteriously disappearing since the Western calendar, there is still a strong air of the mythical age left until now, but the remaining atmosphere is still disappearing.

She confessed the secret of the island to the secretary she could trust and tried to solve the problem. The secretary advised her that if the island gradually loses its mystery, then there should be a miracle to rival it.

Arturia accepted the proposal.

——And this is the story of the Knights of the Round Table’s quest for the Holy Grail that will be left in the anecdote for future generations.

Countless knights embarked on a journey of exploration in order to find the Holy Grail mentioned by the king, but they all returned halfway.

Parcival, who admired King Arthur more than anyone else, died. Galahad, the perfect knight who was praised as carrying the next generation of the Round Table, received the Holy Grail, but because he had no desires and no desires, he returned the Holy Grail to heaven, and he himself also left. died.

Camelot was ultimately shrouded in sorrow and failed to achieve the true miracle of sustaining itself beyond the end of the Age of Gods.

"Lungominiade..."

Looking at the spiritual equipment in her hand, the girl knew that this holy spear seemed to be the real miracle that she would use to replace the Holy Grail and support Britain just like her original plan to find the Holy Grail.

"Yes, Merlin should have told you when he handed it to you. The anchor fixed on this planet, the tower holding the world's surface, and the beam guarding the primate are the holy spear Lungomi. The essence of Nyad.”

Xia Ran nodded and said seriously.

"The planet will change the physical laws according to the life activities on the surface, so whether it is the previous era or the next era, whether it is the fairy land or the human world, it is just a layer of skin, just a piece of textile. It’s just a filter layer attached to the surface of the planet..."

"Because it is just a thin layer of skin that will peel off if you lift it lightly, these things can be easily terminated and can also be maintained in some way... For example, there is a piece of cloth that can be blown away by the wind. Wouldn’t it be enough to just nail it down and fix it?”

Artoria nodded: "So the holy spear is this nail..."

"Yes, it is originally a tower that binds the surface of the world. As long as I truly manifest this tower and pierce the Holy Spear Lungominiad into the heart of the planet, it will become the fulcrum that subverts the world..."

The magician talked about the plan and ideas he had hurriedly thought about in this short period of time.

"In this way, the cloth that would have been blown away by the wind can be pinned. The planet will be filled with ether again. Therefore, the air and mystery of the Age of Gods will continue, and the Age of Gods will not end..."

"Is this kind of thing... really possible?"

The girl was a little stunned. The scale of what the magician said was too huge.

"It's not a big problem, but although it's not as generous as the Human Reason Incinerator, it's not far behind, so we need enough preparation..." Xia Ran was not modest this time, and didn't say anything about this. Something that everyone can do.

"..."

"..."

Arturia didn't speak, she probably couldn't make up her mind yet.

"It's better to decide as soon as possible. Goetia's collapse point will soon be recorded in history. That is an opportunity that we can just take advantage of. It is better to take advantage of it than to prepare for it on our own for at least hundreds of years. Much more.”

Xia Ran sighed, "And even if you finally give up and do nothing, the singular point I observed will still appear, history will still be distorted, records will still be burned, and all possibilities there will be destroyed. Burn it all..."

He knew why the girl still couldn't make up her mind.

But even if you don't do this, what can you do? Either take that singularity away and put it under your control, or let it be directly destroyed by the flames of human reason.

Even if human nature is restored, it will not mean that all the damage will be wiped out. The dead lives will not come back. It is impossible to treat it as if it never happened. It will only become more logical.

If he proceeds step by step according to his plan, it's hard to say who is the more perfect solution. How can the Chaldean people compare with him? Those people just had no choice, they just used whatever they had.

Their solution to repair human nature is not the optimal solution, but their only solution.

Arturia seemed to have finally made a decision, but she still asked a little uneasily: "Is there going to be any problem?"

"Of course not, don't worry when I do things..." Xia Ran blinked, clenched his fists hard and shook them in the air, "Perhaps there will definitely be a brave man with reason who wants to correct us, but that will be later. The problem……"

"As for now..."

"Even Merlin has been locked up, no one knows what we are going to do!"

Saying this, the magician glanced towards the end of the world.

…

…

In the middle of the wilderness hills, thick rocks stood up abruptly from the ground, as if to surround the visitor.

There is no ceiling, and the vertical walls extend infinitely, shutting in the visiting men, like a tower without a roof. The door you just entered has disappeared, and there is only a stone wall extending infinitely to the sky.

It was a divided paradise cage with an area of ​​about five square meters.

This is paradise, its name is Avalon, the Inner Sea of ​​Stars - another name for the place where souls are placed on the planet called Earth.

The man left behind the island of a certain nation that was about to be destroyed in the fifth century and moved to this paradise alone. Although he is a magician who serves the king, he is a non-human being who escaped to paradise because of a very personal problem with women before the king's final battle.

"Really, I was tricked, but there is nothing I can do about it. Although my eyes are better, they are far worse than others..."

Merlin sat down on the only protruding rock in the cell. Although it was a bit hard to use as a chair, the height was just right.

He sat on the rock and looked up, where there was the only small window on the wall. The sky he sees through the window is not reality, but as long as he is of the same era, he can see the whole world no matter where he is.

--clairvoyance.

Even here, you can see the eyes of the distance. Since ancient times, the land has been entrusted to the gods by the gods, and the prayers must have the power to protect human life.

No matter how complex the magic circuits are, how powerful the magic formulas can be manipulated, or how profound the mysterious knowledge and attainments are, if there is no such "eye", then the magician will not be called the highest ranking.

The clairvoyance possessed by Merlin is "the eye that can see through the world."

He was born with the ability to see through everything even if he was of the same era. Among magicians older than Merlin, there are also those who can see the past and foresee the future, and they are also in the highest position.

If "cognition" is the foundation and pinnacle of magic, these magicians have already reached the truth from birth. It can be said that they are heretics who are unable to acquire human values ​​even though they were born as humans.

Merlin originally didn't care about the fact that he was locked up. He looked at the outside world through the window, not for any other reason, but because he had another responsibility that he had to see to the end.

Regarding this era, the outcome of a certain nation, and the outcome of a king whom I serve.

In the paradise at the end of the world, staring at the blood-stained hills.

Even without reasoning, you would know what the girl was praying for. One day, she will definitely wish to relive the chosen day.

That is denying one's own existence.

But to Merlin's surprise, the girl let go of the Holy Sword. She did not hand over her afterlife, nor did she belittle her own life. Although she didn't know what happened, she finally did not go to the afterlife. The end of becoming a slave to inhibitions.

And all this seems to be a miracle brought about by the strange magician who suddenly appeared on the battlefield...

Merlin didn't know this magician either. He had never seen or heard of him. He once thought that he was the only magician in this era's highest position.

What happened to his relationship with King Arthur?

How did they meet without even knowing it?

How did he convince the stubborn girl, and what kind of vision did he use to make her let go of her obsession?

Merlin was surprised and curious by this.

only--

The magician looked here from the very beginning, looking towards the end of the world, and then used his sleeves to cover up the conversation that took place on the hill, so Merlin had no way of knowing what they actually said.

"Really, but this is good..."

After stretching, the man leaned directly against the rock, breathed a lazy sigh of relief, and smiled.

"It must have been a ridiculous encounter, but after all, all I can see is what happens now... after that, let's talk about it later!"

No matter how bad it is.

It wouldn't be worse than the ending he expected at the beginning.