Stray Chapter 10: The end of King Arthur

The final battlefield, the war that divided the country in two ended, the blood-red sunset sank, and now the darkness of night dominates the battlefield.

Curse fills the hills where the dead are buried, and murmurs that the living will be taken away.

"King! King!"

The knight held the reins with shortness of breath, and rolled down from the white horse in an almost embarrassed manner. He completely ignored the blood and mud on his body, and ran wildly in the direction that was obviously the center of the entire battlefield. .

The last knight shouted in a panic, so anxious that he almost cried, and the fear and despair in his heart could not be vented.

The blood-stained sunset has completely sank below the horizon, and the blood-colored dusk is no longer maintained. The entire battlefield that was dyed red has completely fallen into dead silence, as if in the coming night. The long sleep of death.

The wind is dead, the sound is dead, the atmosphere is dead, and the silence can sting one's eardrums.

This scene made my heart chill, and Bedwell felt as desperate as falling into an ice cellar, as if his heart had been punched directly into an icicle.

He saw the bodies of countless familiar colleagues along the way, which made him sad and angry, because he knew that no matter what the outcome of this battle was, Camelot was over, and all the national power and heritage had been destroyed. .

But at this moment, there is no way to stop, and there is no time to mourn or deal with the funeral of these former knights. It is impossible for him to handle this big battlefield alone. Bedwell can currently What they do is to find out the whereabouts of the king as soon as possible and confirm the status of the king.

Pain and regret are like a curse, gnawing at his heart.

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

He blamed himself for his powerlessness, and in the end he didn't catch up, it was too late.

The first time was Princess Eleanor, then this battle of Kamran, and even the capital... not only once - but twice - only at times like this did he realize how much he was A powerless knight, an incompetent knight who twice lost the person he must protect.

Crossing the battlefield desperately, across the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, Bedwell, who was short of breath, frantically searched around. Although he didn't get any response, he just didn't want to give up, and was still madly searching for his monarch. .

Or, this way the knight can feel real, he is not willing to give up no matter what, he does not believe that his king has really suffered death.

The king is immortal.

As long as the holy sword guides, the king will not be destroyed.

Unlike other knights, he believes in his king.

Finally, he stumbled onto the blood-stained hill, Bedwell'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, leaning on the latter's shoulders, as if she was falling asleep past.

Of course, this is just the illusion of being too quiet.

No matter what, no matter how long it has passed, Arturia will never be able to get used to and accept the destruction of the Hill of Swords, and naturally it is even less likely that she will be in the mood to fall asleep here.

But...

Quietly, as if quietly asleep.

She, close her eyes.

Only the stars of the stars fell, lightly sprinkled on the girl's blond hair, accompanied by her quiet and long breathing.

Bedwell felt this way at the moment. The last knight held his breath subconsciously, cautiously not disturbing the silence. The knight looked at the king's profile from such a distance, this was the scene he had been looking forward to seeing.

The king finally finds peace.

Isolated in the palace, kept away by the knights, feared by the people... The king who accomplished such a great cause, who should be in glory, did not show a gentle expression once.

Unforgivable, want to believe that there is no such thing.

That's why he became the king's knight. He did not serve the country, he was proud of being a selfless, ideal king, so he handed over the sword and became the king's knight as a young man.

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

In the court, it will appear when you are freed from the duties of the king. No matter how perfect a king is, he cannot disguise himself anytime, anywhere.

However, this idea is wrong, Bedwell knows only the opposite of what is expected.

His king never smiled once.

The king was alone until the end.

So very happy, it's really great, the knight at the moment is extremely grateful to the person who sat quietly with her beside the king and gave her peace.

Just in the next moment, the girl raised her head and turned her eyes to look in Bedwell's direction. Her face was under the shadow of the bangs, and her expression seemed to be a little low and lost. And hazy:

"...Sir Bedwell, you are finally here."

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

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

Although there are many questions, it doesn't matter at this moment!

Artoria looked at the last knight she had missed for a long time. She 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. He stared blankly at the desolate scenery around him.

At this time, Bedwell 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 the appearance is completely showing the attitude of a girl at the moment, no longer pretending to be a king's age group, it looks like a boy and a girl.

The long black hair above the waist falls like a waterfall, and the temperament is so detached that it is almost distorted, which makes people feel quite unreal. The reason why they know that the other party is a magician is because of this feeling.

There is also the black robe on the body, without any extra decoration, it seems to be simply woven from fibers, but it looks simple and classical, with a full sense of mystery, which makes people subconsciously feel It will feel like this is the robe worn by mysterious wizards.

It is precisely because of the familiarity with the mystery of this kind of magic that Bedwell immediately identified this as a magician.

But...

What is the relationship with the king?

Bedwell was one of the original Knights of the Round Table. He also served as the deacon of the court, taking care of the king. He served her with Kai and Gawain as the first knights of Arturia, and he was confident that he had a good understanding of the king's communication.

What's more, the king didn't have any personal friends in the first place. The king is an ideal king. It is precisely because he is so impartial and selfless that he does not understand people's hearts, which makes people alienate and fear.

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

Just in time for this battle, and saving the king at the last minute seems like the most plausible explanation at first glance. But as soon as this idea appeared, it was directly denied by Bedwell.

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

Xia Ran is also looking at this loyal and righteous last knight, one of the knights of the round table who assisted King Arthur. Among the many knights of the round table gathered by heroes beyond human beings, he is the only one who assisted King Arthur "as an ordinary human" knight.

Although there is a considerable gap with other knights of the round table, he has undoubtedly achieved the limit that human beings can achieve, and the most important thing is that he is still one-armed. What can only be done with blood, sweat and hard work.

It can be said that it is the complete opposite of the neutral and beautiful appearance, Bedwell's tenacity on the spiritual level and the tenacity of willpower have reached a completely inhuman level.

All in all, it's a character he admires very much, so he's nodding his friend at this moment.

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

"King!? I'm here, what do you want to tell you..." The knight immediately restrained his thoughts, looked at his monarch, and stepped forward and said hastily.

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"I seem to... have a very long, long dream..." Staring at the desolate scenery around, Arturia murmured this, feeling like a world away, but there are also some things clear up.

The person beside her is right, although this memory will only bring her pain and sorrow, like crying from the depths of her soul, but... this is the past that should not be forgotten.

Even if it is extremely sad, it should not be denied, nor should it be avoided.

- This is, it's not right.

And can't.

"Dream...?..." Bedwell asked cautiously, not sure why the king suddenly said that.

"Yeah, a rare experience, but now, the dream has woken up..." Arturia whispered quietly.

A nighttime breeze blew across the hills, bringing the strong smell of blood around in the silence.

Bedwell 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 is not as safe as he seems?

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

"Bedwell, take my sword!"

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

"Through that forest, in the middle of the deepest, there is a deep lake, throw my sword into it."

"King, then...!"

Bedwell was so terrified that his hunch seemed to come true.

Excalibur, the sword in the lake.

If the sword of the king's certificate is returned, it will naturally represent the end of the king he served.

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