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Chapter 0080 – If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight, and Mordred who suddenly exploded!!

“Whew…”

Artoria covered her head, trying to make herself forget the memory.

“Take the liberty of interrupting, may I ask if you…”

Suddenly, a slightly heroic voice slowly sounded from behind Artoria.

When I heard the sound, I saw a fifteen-year-old knight girl holding a golden holy sword and covered in blood on her body, looking at her blankly.

“This ——!?”

Seeing this, Artoria subconsciously tensed up and stepped back in a panic.

Because……

The knightly girl standing in front of her was none other than Artoria herself, who was ‘King Arthur’!

“What are you afraid of?”

The blood-stained knight girl walked towards Artoria step by step.

“Obviously I am you, you are me, but why should you be afraid of yourself (me)?”

The blood-stained knight girl said as she raised the holy sword in her hand and aimed it at Artoria’s neck, and said with an indifferent expression: “Go to battle, that’s your accusation.” ”

The next second, the screen turns.

Countless hideous-looking enemies rushed towards their side.

“If you don’t fight, you will die!”

The voice of the blood-stained knight girl sounded in her ears, causing Artoria, who was holding a holy sword, to stand up again at some point and take the initiative to meet the foreign enemy in front of her.

“Scared?”

The knight girl asked.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Artoria replied.

“Fear?”

The knight girl asked again.

“No fear.”

Artoria replied again.

“Then go to battle, only the battle can make you dispel the mystery in front of you!”

Following the instructions of the knight maiden, Artoria slashes all the way with the holy sword.

Finally, he killed all the enemies surrounding him.

“Whew…”

However, what she didn’t know was…

It’s just the beginning…

In the next second that she had just killed all the enemies around her, countless enemies rushed forward, trying to kill her.

“Abominable!”

She desperately attacked, desperately slashed and killed…

Finally, he used the last ounce of his strength and collapsed to the ground.

She now wants nothing else, only one person who can take the initiative to stand up and expel all these enemies in front of her from the land of Great Britain.

Let this already peaceful and peaceful home be restored to the same singing birds and flowers as before.

“How?”

“Not so soon?”

With the voice of the knight girl, the countless enemies around them dissipated one after another, turning into streams of ashes and spreading in the air.

“It’s really a shame…”

Immediately afterwards, the scene that appeared in front of Artoria’s eyes was also near the [Grassland] where she had practiced.

“Naw, do you want bread?”

Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a blue and yellow dress looked at herself with a gentle face.

“Erm…”

After a brief silence, Artoria silently took the bread and thanked her.

“Thank you…”

Although the person who handed the bread to himself was actually another self.

But Artoria did not feel the pressure from her body similar to that of a blood-stained knight girl.

If she hadn’t pulled out the sword of Wang Xuan, she would have become an ‘ordinary’ peasant girl just like the girl in front of her…

“However, you chose to draw that sword anyway.”

At this time, Merlin’s voice sounded again, which made Artoria’s scene in front of her change drastically.

“If all this is fate, then only need to use the Holy Grail-”

“What a joke! Are you planning to completely deny us and follow you!? ”

Just as Artoria was holding this pathetic thought, the picture in front of her suddenly changed.

Immediately after that, there was the scene of countless people and courtiers rushing towards her with a look of hatred

Seeing this scene, Artoria couldn’t help but let go of the sword in her hand and desperately retreated.

“I… I…… I…”

Artoria was silent.

To be honest, as a little girl, this kind of thing is too much pressure for Artoria.

She wanted to escape!

At this moment, she wanted to let go of everything in her hands and run away despite all the people’s gaze.

But!

“King, we have never resented you…”

In an instant, Lancelot’s respectful voice made Artoria’s death-like cheeks tremble slightly.

“Lancelot…”

In the next second of seeing her former friend, Artoria’s tears could not stop flowing.

In order to go to war, it is not possible to abandon the people.

In order to protect, you can’t kill all the enemies.

In order to defend the country, it is also normal to drain the villages of your own country to rectify the armaments.

“King Arthur did not understand the human heart…”

The knight who had stood beside her said.

Could it be said that Artoria, as ‘King Arthur’, really does not understand the human heart?

She had thought about using the Grail to go back in time and change the fate of the fall of the British Empire.

She also thought about using the Grail to go back in time and change the fact that she became king.

However…… Does this really work?

If Artoria had not become king, there would be no legend of King Arthur in later generations.

So, was the ‘decision’ she made really the ‘right’ choice?

To be honest, Artoria didn’t know either.

She was tired and she wanted to rest.

Every day on the throne made her feel extremely depressed.

While hiding his identity, he also had to fight against the invasion of nobles and foreign enemies.

What kind of pain is this for a fifteen-year-old girl?

At a time when others are supposed to be lively and happy in life, Artoria has to work day after day, year after year, planning for the future and future of her country.

“If I wasn’t king, wouldn’t all this have improved?”

I can’t save you without drawing the sword of King’s Chosen.

But when I draw out the sword of the king’s chosen, I will lose my right to live for myself.

However, even if you lose your right to live for yourself.

The girl named Artoria still did not hesitate to pull out the sword of Wang Xuan.

After twelve battles without defeat, is the undefeated king who always stands above victory really as happy as others imagine?

At the age of fifteen, he shouldered the faith of a country.

At the age of fifteen, he had to gallop to the battlefield with a long sword.

The girl lost her right to live for herself, but in exchange for a happy life for everyone.

At that moment, the girl thought that there was no big problem with her choice to do so.

Losing oneself to live for oneself, but in exchange for a happy smile from the people.

Such a choice makes the girl feel that it is really worth it.

Immediately afterwards, the Knights of the Round Table fell apart, and Mordred rebelled.

The British Empire was once again in a moment of internal and external troubles.

Although at the end of her life, a young girl named Artoria kills Mordred as a ‘rebel’ and quell the rebellion of the British Empire.

However, she also received a fatal blow and was destined to welcome the patronage of the ‘Goddess of Death’.

In the end, Artoria, led by the knight Bedivel, left the bloodstained battlefield and came to the forest.

Bedivel believed that by reaching a pure place, the king would heal his injuries and lead them again.

“Are dreams things that you can see when you wake up?”

“It’s not a different dream, it’s the kind of dream where you can see the same thing again just by closing your eyes…”

In the face of Artoria’s inquiry, Bedivel bit her lip and forcibly endured the grief in her heart: “Yes, ten must be such eleven!” ”

“If you have a strong thought, you will see the same dream…”

“I had the same experience.”

Dream!

It was originally a one-time experience.

Even so, Bediwell chose to lie.

This was his first and last dishonesty with Wang.

“Listen, Bedivel, take my famous sword.”

“Through this forest, over the blood-stained hills, there is a deep, deep lake on the other side.”

“Just throw my sword into it.”

After explaining this, Artoria slowly closed her eyes and quietly waited for death to come.

Without the protection of the ‘holy sword’, the immortal king will die.

Bedivel rejected the king’s death, twice falsely claiming that he had returned the holy sword to the lake nymph.

But all his lies were seen by the king.

The third time, Bedivel finally accepted the king’s choice and threw the holy sword into the lake.

A white wrist appeared on the surface of the water to take the holy sword, and after rotating it three times in midair, the holy sword disappeared from the world.

“—I have thrown the holy sword into the lake, and the hand of the woman in the lake has indeed reached the holy sword I have cast.”

Returning to Wang’s side, Bediwell slowly lowered his head and reported what he had done to Wang.

“Is it…”

Artoria, who opened her eyes again because of Bedeville’s words, couldn’t help but whisper: “Then, please hold up your chest, knight…”

“You, obey the last life of the dry you served.”

In the sound of welcoming death, Bediwell just nodded quietly, silently clenched his hands, and couldn’t stop shedding tears.

“-I’m sorry, Bediwell.”

“This time sleep, probably… It’s going to take a little longer. ”

Peaceful sleep.

In the end, Wang finally found peace.

“The king…”

In this regard, the silver knight’s heart was only joyful.

The knight thanked someone who gave peace to the king and proudly guarded the king.

The sky is vast and the clear sky is blue.

The war really ended here.

“Did you see them all, King Arthur?”

Bedivel’s whispered words rode the wind and fell into the ears of the king who was sleeping, as regrettable as sinking into an endless deep blue.

“Dreamy, continuation…”

Look at distant, distant dreams.

The knight named ‘Bedivel’ officially witnessed the death of ‘King Arthur’…

“Dreams are never the end.”

The sky is still so clear and the environment is still so quiet.

However, the king, who was supposed to be served by Bedivel, fell into a long sleep.

“That was just the king’s initial expectations.”

Artoria longs for peace.

Because that is the ultimate destination of her life, in order to save her homeland, she did not hesitate to give up her right to live for herself.

Wang, ushered in a long sleep…

And what will happen to Bedivel, who is his ‘deacon of the court’?

I am afraid that everyone except Bedieville himself will not agree with this…

“Bastard!”

Just as Artoria was immersed in memories, she didn’t know what to say.

Mordred, who was originally in Yicheng’s arms, suddenly jumped up, summoned his treasure [Brilliant King Sword], and slashed hard towards Iskander.

“Even if Father does something wrong, it won’t be your turn to evaluate!”

At this time, Mordred was already carried away by anger.

You know, her own father, Artoria, but even she ‘dares’ to evaluate the excellent king at will.

And Iskandar and Gilgamesh are good.

Not only did he evaluate her very spiritually, but he even brought a bit of a derogatory meaning to his words.

How could Mordred, the ‘filial son of Great Britain’, endure this!

“Give me death!”

Mordred clenched the sword in his hand, ignoring the gap between himself and Iskander.

I just want to hack each other to death.

“Hmph!”

Iskandar is also undaunted by this.

Pulling out his matching sword on the spot, he blocked Mordred’s raid.

“Bell!”

The crisp sound of iron clashing echoed throughout the Einzberen family’s castle.

So that the originally quiet dark night has also added a new color.

“Give me death!”

At this moment, Mordred had nothing to worry about.

Except for her own father and Yicheng, she never cared about what anyone else thought.

Even if you are useless in the eyes of others, as long as you can see your usefulness in the eyes of Yicheng and your father.

And as for the others…

And what does it have to do with Mordred?

“Bang ——!”

In this way, Mordred and Iskandar fought as if they were in no man’s land, without the slightest scruples.

“Don’t you let people say something wrong if you do it?”

Iskandar raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mordred slightly defiantly.

“I’ll go ×××××× you!”

If it weren’t for the fact that Icheng was here, Mordred would really want to scold Iskandar desperately.

Let him know well who he can evaluate and who he can’t.

A guy like him also deserves to evaluate the merits of his father? I’m afraid I’m not thinking about farting and eating!

What kind of ‘self-confidence’ does an idiot with only muscles and conquest in his mind dare to compare his own royal way with his father’s king’s way!?

In Mordred’s opinion, all the kings present (except Artoria) are all spicy chickens among spicy chickens!

Abbreviation – Large non-recyclable garbage (spicy chicken)