Pastor's Tantra

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11th De La Manche

And after that brief trance, Aiwas saw a clear memory.

But compared to the previous first-person, dream-like memory, this one is from the third person. It's like a movie, with storyboards and camera movements.

That was on the village square.

The young version of "Arthur" who was quite familiar to Aiwass and several Knights of the Round Table were talking about something on the stone platform.

At this time, people were not paying attention to Arthur's speech.

Because an extremely beautiful fairy suddenly appeared in the crowd.

She was covered only with a translucent black veil, which blocked almost nothing in the midday sun.

She has charming long black hair and emerald green eyes like tourmaline. Just one look at her will confuse you, and her fair skin is as delicious as cream.

Her mere appearance attracted the attention of the crowd, and even several Knights of the Round Table stared at her in fascination.

"Is she joining us too, Merlin?"

Gawain asked Merlin.

The reason why he asked this was very simple - because the woman was holding a sacred and exaggerated holy sword. The scabbard was on her waist, and the hilt was in the middle of her chest, almost completely hidden by the softness. But the sword was stirring them and making them full of movement. It was this scene that made people unable to take their eyes off.

And the holy sword was so brilliant and glorious that even Arthur opened his eyes wide.

But what Arthur was looking at was not the person, but the sword.

"...No," Merlin's face darkened, "She should be a fairy from the lake. I think she is here to cause trouble."

"My brave knights."

The woman uttered a soft, heart-shaking voice: "I am not a knight, and I don't want to join you.

"Just as the wizard said, I am here to give you a difficult question.

"This sword in my chest... it has troubled me for a long time. It is tied to me tightly... I can't even put on my clothes with it."

As she spoke, she tapped the sword lightly, causing the hilt to tremble, and the white light made people dizzy.

"Only the purest and most upright people can pull out this sword and free me. Morgan told me that everyone here is a righteous man of the empire... If even you can't save me, I'm afraid no one else can."

She looked at Arthur and smiled: "Morgan's lover, great Arthur... can you give it a try?"

“…I’ll do it.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, then stepped forward.

He reached out his hand, and under the guidance of the Fairy of the Lake, he reached into her chest. But as soon as he grasped the sword, he felt a strong desire magnified.

——The great Arthur actually reacted in public!

His hands froze in place, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the sword. His solemn and upright face became redder and his breathing became heavier.

It was not until then that the knights realized... this was not a friendly request for help, but a malicious humiliation.

"I'll do it!"

Gawain rushed forward without thinking.

Gawain, who was considered a perfect knight, was humble and polite, restrained and fair, and a collection of all good qualities. But even he could not pull out the sword, and his outstretched hand kept shaking the chest of the nymph in the lake, making her moan for everyone to hear.

Naturally, he also failed.

Under people's subtle gazes, Bedivere, Kai, Merlin...all failed one by one.

No one could pull out the sword, which meant... none of them were "the purest and most upright people."

"——What are you looking at! Don't look!"

At this moment, an extremely angry roar sounded: "What does it have to do with you what happens to us?! If we can't draw our swords, do you think you can?

"Damn it, it's just a sword! I want to see how difficult it is to pull out!"

Before he could finish his words, a strong and ferocious-looking knight rushed up.

Balin was not interested in women, so he did not pay attention to this farce from the beginning. Rather, he did not even pay attention to Arthur's speech to recruit followers, but squatted in the corner to eat. But seeing his colleagues fail one by one, Balin finally could not bear it anymore.

He rushed forward and grabbed the sword.

His movements were so rough that the Lady of the Lake let out the loudest moan.

Yet Barin did not waver.

Or rather - when he grasped the sword, what swelled a hundredfold in his heart was not lust.

He wanted to kill the woman who had brought disgrace upon himself and his brothers.

He wanted to surpass Arthur's status.

He wanted to gain more power.

He wants people to worship him and bow down to him.

He wants to kill everyone he wants to kill!

Right now, immediately, right now——

The whisper in his mind made him lose his mind instantly.

Balin finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Not only did he draw out his sword, he even chopped off the head of the fairy in the lake as he did so!

The pleasure of wanton killing gave him great satisfaction—it was a kind of ecstatic pleasure that could not be felt no matter how much delicious food he devoured!

When Knight Balin tightly grasped the sword of Malmidova, his pupils were glowing with a cold scarlet light.

At that moment, Merlin was suddenly stunned.

He felt the will of the stars, and the prophecy came out:

"——Whoever draws this sword will kill the most heroic knight in the world. The empire will be in danger, torn apart, and turned into desolation."

He paused, then spoke a more precise prophecy: "This sword will be used for good as well as evil. Its power will never diminish until the cycle of the world ends."

Then, Merlin's empty eyes turned to Balin and he issued a judgment like a god: "You will kill the one whom the world loves most. Your blood and his blood must blend according to the will of the stars."

Then, Merlin suddenly returned to normal.

Arthur frowned, as if he was worried about something.

He asked Merlin seriously, "Is there any way to lift this curse?"

"…I'm afraid not."

Merlin shook his head in annoyance: "The power of fate is stronger than personal will.

"This is a future that has already been decided... It is a fate that no one can escape."

The next moment, the illusion became clearer.

Balin disappeared without a trace, and the person holding the holy sword became Galahad.

But there was one more person beside Galahad.

He was a crazy guy, who looked 80% similar to Bahrain, except for his hair and eye color.

He has long black hair and emerald green eyes, just like the fairy in the lake in the past.

That was a knight that none of the other Knights of the Round Table could see. A knight that existed only in fantasy.

"Fate has arranged things better than we could have hoped for!"

The knight laughed loudly and pointed his sword forward: "Look, Sir Galahad! There are more than thirty giants over there! Come with me and defeat them!"

"That's the windmill, Sir Balin."

Galahad said calmly.

"Call me Don Quixote, Sir Galahad! I am the protector of La Mancha, a title bestowed by His Majesty himself!"

The knight laughed loudly, "Follow me to defeat those giants! These despicable giants must have prayed to the Most High for divine magic and cast a sleight of hand, so that we would see the giants as windmills. You joined the Round Table too late, and you don't understand my bravery in the past!

"Follow me and charge! In a battle, we cannot miss any flaws!"

"You already see many things as giants, don Quixote."

Galahad complained, "Just like Hercules I. You thought Gawain was an armored giant before."

At that moment, Don Quixote's pupils suddenly contracted for a moment.

It was as if some lost memory was about to be recalled at that moment...

But he soon gave up.

"What are you talking about! You don't understand this kind of thing. I'm an expert at fighting giants! If you're scared, just stand aside! I can defeat them all by myself!"

Don Quixote laughed loudly and charged forward with great momentum.

But of course, he does not exist, just as the giant does not exist.

In a hallucination that only Galahad could see, Don Quixote crashed into the windmill and flew through it.

But it seems that from Don Quixote's perspective, he has created an illusion for those thirty giants——

"Look, Sir Galahad! I have pierced a huge hole through the sinful and strong bodies of the giants! I have pierced through thirty giants with one blow!"

"You are truly amazing."

Galahad responded calmly. And it seemed that just like that, Don Quixote was satisfied.

Suddenly, Don Quixote turned his gaze and met Aiwass's eyes.

"Look, Sir Galahad! The future king is watching us!"

He laughed: "He is watching our heroic feat!"

"I bow to your majesty."

Galahad's facial features remained unchanged. He nodded as a gesture of greeting.

Don Quixote was somewhat dissatisfied: "How rude, Sir Galahad! Do you know what a great man he is? He is the son of the Snake Father and the Candlelighter, the future savior! He has traveled across time and space to see us - especially my heroic battle!"

He looked at Aiwas eagerly and gave an exaggerated knight's salute: "Your Majesty, please wait for me! After a long time, the guardian of Ramanqueling will finally come to your side!

"——Please allow me to protect you, just as you protect my victory and glory!"

As he spoke, the illusion before him suddenly collapsed and shattered!

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