Lost Narrative Poetry

Gawain roared with a ferocious expression, completely bursting into anger. His face no longer had the refreshing smile before, but was as ferocious as an evil Shura ghost.

This is the curse that the knight Gawain has always buried deep in his heart. The perfect knight and the prince on the white horse are just appearances. It's not that he is pretending to be hypocritical, but underneath this appearance is buried unimaginable resentment and pain, as well as that deep self-blame!

Every step in life is covered with the dust called regret. But who can be like him, cursing his stupidity over and over again even after death, screaming with regret in the abyss, and frantically trying to grasp the faintest hope that is unrealistic?

He regretted that his stupidity and impulsiveness had brought about the king's end, and accepted that his personal grudge against Sir Lancelot and even his disloyalty were all caused by his own immorality.

You can never forgive yourself, you can never forgive yourself!

so! so! If given a second chance, this body will only exist as the sword of my king! Other than that, you don’t need anything else! What chivalry, what chivalry code, they are all the most treasonous stupidity. A true knight is only the cornerstone under the king's feet and the sword in his hand!

Cornerstone does not need to have its own ideas! The sword will never betray its master's will!

That's right! As long as this is enough!

Just like the kings in the past chose to obliterate their own emotions and humanity in order to protect their subjects, now it is their turn to do so. If this is retribution, they are definitely willing to accept it, even ecstatically accepting it, obliterating their own emotions and humanity, just to protect the king's existence...

"...!!"

But at this moment, Bedivere on the opposite side was extremely stunned, and his mind was even blank, unable to think at all.

It's not that he was intimidated or shocked by the killing blow of the raging wave. After all, it is impossible for a knight who has experienced hundreds of battles to make such a stupid mistake. Instead, he was shocked by the determination and belief displayed by Gawain. This conflict of beliefs made his heart confused and blank, not knowing who was right.

It was obviously for this reason that he had been living until now, but now he suddenly began to be afraid.

Precisely because the journey was extremely difficult, if he still didn't get the corresponding reward in the end... Thinking of this, he was so scared that he couldn't breathe. He was uncontrollably afraid of these things, and he was terrified of his choice.

Are you afraid of your own actions, worried about whether you are doing the right thing, worried about whether you have done something wrong? Is it possible that being like Gao Wenqing and others is the most correct choice?

Because there is no doubt that even though the three of them fell out with each other in an instant, they brutally killed their former companions and former comrades-in-arms, declaring that anyone who stood in the way of the king would be killed without mercy! So cold-blooded, so ferocious and cruel, as if he were a beast without humanity or emotion.

but……

I don’t know why, but I see them so decisively abandoning their honor and spirit, abandoning everything in the past, and even throwing their proud perseverance directly on the ground and crushing it to pieces. They would rather degenerate into asuras and beasts than become... The awakening of my king’s sword——

Bedivere was surprised to feel that perhaps they were the real "knights", and their hearts without confusion created a belief as strong as iron stone.

It is precisely because of this that they will abandon all the noble qualities they once possessed and willingly become inhuman beasts... because this is definitely not a fall for them, but the redemption they dream of!

This is an opportunity they will never get until they die, an opportunity to correct their past mistakes and make up for their past regrets and regrets!

"Mr. Bedivere——!!"

Matthew screamed piercingly, but it seemed that he could not catch up with the support no matter what, and could only watch the tragedy that was about to happen with grief-stricken eyes.

Sonorous!

However, at the critical moment, a group of dark mist that seemed to have materialized suddenly appeared. The big sword stretched out from the black mist held the knight steadily. Gawain accelerated to the limit and could definitely kill him easily with one sword. The ultimate slash that opens a hill!

"Who?!" Gawain was shocked and angry.

He was completely unaware of the intruder's approach, and was even shocked to find that someone actually appeared in his perception after the other party took action.

It was a tall swordsman wearing a black robe. He wore a pale skull mask on his face. There were faint blue flames burning deep in his eyes, which seemed to be the soul fire of the undead. He looked very handsome. It is intimidating and looks very scary.

Moreover, the black robe on his body did not reflect any light, as if it could swallow up all the light. Just being there made the surrounding space suddenly become dim and dim, and there were traces of fog visible to the naked eye. A similar black aura spread around the edges of his body.

That's why his sudden appearance seemed like a mass of materialized dark mist suddenly emerging from the void, spreading all over the place.

"Hassan Sabah. He came from the valley, just to take away the living." The black-robed swordsman said solemnly, answering the question of Knight Gawain.

"Hmph, you are so brazen! Since you are stupid enough to run in front of me, Gawain, I will kill you too!" Gawain snorted coldly and suddenly exerted his strength to overwhelm the other party's power in this stalemate. However, along with His magic power increased and his strength exploded, but the big sword remained motionless, as if it was welded to that space.

The Holy Sword Caventine was completely unable to suppress it, and he suddenly showed a look of surprise:

"Wait, wait! How is this possible?"

He should be invincible during the day, especially in an environment where the midday sun is still shining directly. He has a special physique with "Saint Numbers", and his strength will be in the three hours from 9 a.m. to noon, and 3 p.m. In the three hours between sunset and sunset, the area tripled.

This also represents the Celtic sacred number "3", hence the name "Saint Number". But the black-robed swordsman of unknown origin in front of him could resist three times his power burst so easily?

"..."

"..."

The black-robed swordsman was silent about this, because there was nothing commendable about it. If he were in his prime, he would not even need to draw his sword to block the sword just now, he would only need to wave his cloak. …

It's a pity that time is really too short, and the situation does not allow him to slowly heal himself and return to his full strength. It was very helpless to rush over to the rescue immediately after barely having time to remove the curse and the weakness caused by the curse.

But it was also because that magician was so terrifying. If he couldn't think of a reason, the black-robed swordsman would have doubted whether the result he was able to escape was because the other party was deliberately trying to pull off some more terrifying conspiracy. .

The howling storm followed, and the thick lead clouds that were penetrated, torn, and chopped into pieces by the holy bats once again gathered from all directions, rolling and turbulent to form a sea of ​​clouds and a sky, and the clouds covered the sky and closed the sun. It completely blocked the direct sunlight at noon.

The entire sea area suddenly became dim and gloomy. It was very gray and depressing, and there was a feeling that a storm was coming.

Gawain's face changed slightly, and he felt his powerful power fade away instantly.

The "Saint Number" has a special physique, but it also has the weakness of "being unable to escape the shackles of legend". The black-robed swordsman in front of him seems to be very aware of this weakness and is directly targeting his weakness.

…

…

at the same time.

"Tsk, tsk, it's really wonderful..."

On the top of the Tower of Glory that stands on the British island, the magician moved a small stool and sat by the open window, leaning against the guardrail. While looking into the distance in a certain direction, he reached out and grabbed a handful of popcorn. Stuff it into your mouth.

A small table was set up next to him, filled with exquisite snacks and tea. A doll maid with silver hair and red eyes was bending down expressionlessly, holding a silver teapot and adding more to his cup. Warm black tea... In short, it is really not a big deal to watch the excitement!

"Although Artoria's acting skills are not very good, the script is still going very smoothly..."

Xia Ran withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, knowing that this good show had come to an end for the time being. According to the comparison of strength between the two sides, it was barely 40 or 60. If this continued, Chaldea and the others would indeed have nothing to lose. hope.

Gawain, Lancelot or Tristan are all servants who can defeat thousands of people with one horse. Not to mention this, but the main force opposite Chaldea is also three Knights of the Round Table, which is a big hindrance.

Not to mention that the overall comparison of strength is insufficient, even just standing on the opposite side of the king and resisting their master has already made them inherently weaker in terms of will, spirit, momentum, etc. , simply cannot perform at 100%.

Just like Mash, she gained great power due to the fusion of Galahad's spiritual base. As a human, she gained the abilities and noble phantoms of a servant... But in turn, she was also affected by Galahad's spirit base. Delingki's influence also exists as one of the Knights of the Round Table.

Therefore, it was impossible to firm up her determination. After knowing the fact that the Lion King was King Arthur, hesitation appeared in her body. Even Galahad's spirit base, which had no desires and no desires, was resisting the idea of ​​confronting the king. Things, fear of standing on the opposite side of the king.

In this way, the situation is really very bad. There is an obvious gap in overall strength, and one side is the fanatical and twisted King Chef, who has applied the buff of madness, while the other side is also three Knights of the Round Table, but they are all The members are tied up... isn't it a matter of course what the outcome will be?

But just as Xia Ran expected, the key person who comes to the rescue will always appear at the critical moment, and the crowned assassin appeared at the most critical moment carrying his big sword. Although it is easy to imagine what will happen next, Chaldea and the others have to leave one or two behind, and it is impossible to escape completely.

But it is better than being wiped out directly. There is still a chance to recover, but this is also the follow-up arranged by Xia Ran. No matter what, there is only one way left for them -

That means you have to come to this tower and confront him in the end.

"I think Artoria has no acting skills. Perhaps she has the best acting skills in this matter, Master..."

Charlotte, who was standing on the side, spoke calmly and expressed her opinion.

"Well, what you said does make sense." Xia Ran thought for a moment and admitted that her view might be correct. She really had to follow the arrangements in her script and let King Arthur vent her sadness and anger. Come here to torture the conscience of the Knights of the Round Table or something...

The sense of disobedience is too strong, and it is very likely that people will notice that something is wrong. On the contrary, it is like this now. The knight girl's reading and sullen face are the best effect, which directly allows the knights to figure out the reasonable reasons.

"But what a pity. I really wanted to see her cry bitterly and accuse those knights who betrayed her trust..."

The magician still felt a little regretful, and couldn't help but think of himself at the end of the Battle of Kamlan, who desperately pressed his lips together, suppressing the urge to cry. He was so sad that it was hard to breathe, but in the end he looked down at the end of Britain and let out a loud voice. Crying girl.

So Xia Ran couldn't help but feel that although the group of Knights of the Round Table seemed to be in pain, the pain was actually far from enough. It was necessary for them to listen to the passion that their king had hidden in their hearts until now. It was like A sorrow and anger that tears the listener's chest apart, a cry that can curse the world.

But it is a pity that Arturia did not cooperate and decisively ignored the rude requirements marked in the script. She just read all the lines with a straight face like a poor third-rate voice actor who had just debuted, and then Ended the show.

"Considering that Master, you are going to lead the plan for Mordred to obtain the title of King Arthur's legitimate son and inherit the throne of Camelot, the master-slave relationship may have deteriorated further, so my suggestion is not to get involved in this matter. The boss is forcing too much..."

Charlotte said very calmly, as if she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"Yeah, that's right..." The magician nodded repeatedly, feeling that what the maid said made sense, but he also looked at Charlotte with some confusion: "Wait, I obviously didn't say anything, Charlotte. Why do you know my true plan?"

"You don't need to think about this kind of thing, right? Master, how could you miss such a great opportunity..." The exquisite doll girl replied expressionlessly, indicating that she was already familiar with her master's personality and behavior pattern. Know everything.

You can deduce the most likely future without deliberately collecting information. In a sense, this person is too easy to understand.

"Ahem, okay... But don't tell Artoria, I plan to give her a surprise." Xia Ran was also a little embarrassed, so she could only cough dryly, clear her throat, and say this seriously.

"Don't worry, Master, I won't tell her..." Charlotte replied venomously, "Anyway, it won't be me who gets chopped."