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Shirou then dispelled the lightning in his hand and entered the village with Gudako and the others.

Because Shirou chased away Mordred, who had brazenly barged into the area, he received a very warm welcome from the villagers.

The heroic spirit who had confronted Mordred earlier also came over and introduced himself with a smile.

"Hey, hello there. My name is Arash Kamango, and as you can see, I'm an archer."

Then, Arash patted the shoulder of Hassan, the tall man next to him.

"This is Hassan the Cursed Arm, he is the village chief of this village."

Seeing this, Gudako and Mashu also began to introduce themselves.

After a brief conversation, Hassan, the Cursed Arm, glanced at the villagers outside and addressed Shirou and the others.

"In this village, all kinds of people gathered together, none of them willing to become slaves to the Lion King or the Sun King."

The villagers also turned their curious gazes in this direction.

Hassan the Cursed Arm was a rather taciturn man. After giving an overview of the village, he left to patrol the surrounding area.

After all, the crisis of the Knights of the Round Table attack had just occurred, so it was natural to strengthen security to prevent the villagers from panicking.

"Then, everyone, please rest here for a while."

After finally bringing those people here, Shirou was wondering whether to set off, but seeing that it was getting late and Gudako seemed a little sleepy, he didn't insist and decided to rest here for the time being.

Not long after they entered the room that had been prepared for them, Hassan the Cursed Arm returned.

This time, he was carrying an unconscious man on his shoulder.

With long silver hair and a beautiful, androgynous face, Shirou couldn't help but smile the moment he saw this man.

"So you were here... Bedivere."

Chapter Fifteen, One Thousand Five Hundred Years

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As Bedivere was struck down by the Knight of the Lake, he struggled to stand up, but ultimately could not resist the wave of dizziness and passed out.

My body felt as if it were sinking into the deep sea, and scenes from the past appeared before my eyes.

—How long ago was that exactly?

Although I have experienced many things and forgotten many things, what remains in my heart among all those past events is this memory.

This memory is more precious than anything else.

That day, the king appeared beside Bedivere, who was gazing at the sunset from the watchtower, without even his accompanying guards, walking alone.

"Ah, we finally managed to drive out the barbarians from the north, but only bad things keep happening, Bedivere."

Yes, he became king at that age, a Briton who led other races, conquering the barbarian king Vortigern who had made the land desolate, pacifying the lords who were often in internal strife, blocking the invasion of the Picts from the north, completely repelling the endless stream of foreigners from the continent who poured in like clouds, and restoring the largest city on the island of Britain, 'Londinium', to the prosperous city of Camelot, the king of knights.

This is King Arthur, whom all knights worship.

"As long as the King is still alive, Britain will not perish, nor will suffering spread," Bedivere replied.

However, the king simply replied calmly.

"That's not true. The country is still in ruins and needs to be rebuilt. The only places that are fertile are Camelot and some surrounding areas. Although people who have lost their villages will be taken in by Camelot, it's not a life for them. There is no future if they are just sheltered by others. The best way to survive is to rely on their own hands to cultivate the land."

Unlike the Knights of the Round Table, who were basking in the glory of their recent victories, the King rarely wore a cheerful smile or a sorrowful expression. He simply observed his people calmly and pondered the future of Britain.

Bedivere remembered Kay saying that when the King was traveling in hiding on the British Isles, he often smiled.

However, when he drew that sword and became king, it was as if he had suppressed those emotions, and he often frowned as he thought about the affairs of the kingdom.

Looking back now, it seems that it was the homesickness that surged up at dusk that led Bedivere to ask the king such an inappropriate question.

That was the doubt and unease that existed from the moment I was allowed to sit at the round table.

"Your Majesty...why did you choose a knight like me, who has no redeeming qualities, as a Knight of the Round Table?"

However, Wang was somewhat angry when he heard this and said, "You say you are not suitable for this position because you cannot compare with the other knights? Fool, I am the same. Although you may not be as physically strong as the others, there are several people whose swordsmanship is superior to mine. You cannot simply calculate the bonds between people, enemies and friends, good and evil, benefits and losses, just like these are all different things. The Knights of the Round Table each have their own jobs."

Upon hearing the king's words, Bedivere murmured to himself.

"Enemy and friend, good and evil... isn't it that friend is good and enemy is evil?"

However, the king simply shook his head slightly.

"Conflicts will arise among all humans, regardless of whether they are friends or enemies, but rather influenced by gains and losses. We are now living in such an extreme era, where one side cannot survive without the destruction of another, in a harsh winter. I have never even considered forming a round table in such an era simply to become stronger. That would lead to evil. We are not gathered together to defeat an enemy. We are raising our swords for the future of our fellow human beings. Therefore, division of labor is necessary, Bedivere."

As he spoke, Wang smiled and said, "This is a place where the dreams of countless people have come true. One day, humanity will be able to create such an ideal place with its own hands. Camelot was born under such a wish. Therefore, knights like you are necessary, unlike me and Gao Wenqing, who cannot integrate into people's lives. You are a knight who can feel people's delicate thoughts with your heart."

“Your Majesty…” Bedivere couldn’t help but burst into tears.

In the sunset, the king's golden hair swayed in the wind, and Bedivere realized then that he had finally felt the king's true nature.

The knights had been filled with anxiety because they hadn't seen the king's smile in so long, but Bedivere now understood everything.

The king would not laugh because of his own affairs, but only when he saw the happy figures of others would he show a peaceful smile.

—That is why I feel the sin is so heavy.

On the edge of Avalon, clutching the holy sword, the knight's body turned to stone over thousands of years.

Although alive, he could not move; his body was broken and his soul was burnt-out ashes, like a statue.

Surprisingly, his spirit was not yet exhausted; relying on an astonishing obsession, he could not allow himself to die.

Merlin was astonished when he discovered the statue that Bedivere had become.

"You, Bedivere, who appeared in Avalon because of the Singularity, came from the end of another world, and perhaps another possibility exists—that is you, the long-missed Bedivere."

"My lord."

Merlin awakened Bedivere, who had come to Avalon, and told him about the formation of the singularity, asking him whether he wanted to atone for his sins and whether he wanted to inherit the mission of returning the Holy Sword.

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Having survived for 1,500 years in human form thanks to the protection of the Holy Sword, what kind of death awaited him after exchanging for the Holy Sword was something even Merlin could not imagine.

However, the knight propped himself up on his broken knees, extended his withered arms, like tree branches, to the magician, and calmly replied, "Of course, that's why I came here."

Merlin used illusion magic to disguise Bedivere's magic circuits, making him appear like a true Servant.

They also took the unreturned holy sword and, based on the concept of the prosthetic arm of the Celtic god of war Nuada, made a replica called "Silver Arm".

This is both a disguise for the hidden holy sword and a powerful force that allows Bedivere to contend with the Lion King's Round Table.

At the same time, it will also take away his last bit of life. The price of using the holy sword in a human body is the excruciating pain of his soul being burned. This is his final farewell.

When I opened my eyes again, all I saw was a barren and desolate land.

Taking a step toward the flying sandy ground, the knight's silver hair danced in the wind.

"This time, I must kill my king with my own hands."

With such determination, Bedivere hadn't taken more than a few steps when he unfortunately encountered Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, the most skilled swordsman in the Knights of the Round Table.

Chapter Sixteen: King Hassan

"Uh... um..."

As consciousness gradually returned and control over his body became clearer, Bedivere's mouth opened and closed slightly, emitting a somewhat hoarse sound.

After opening his eyes and looking around, Bedivere found himself in a small room, just big enough for one person to live in. The room contained only a bed, a stool, pots and pans, and other simple furnishings, making it easy to see the whole room at a glance.

The setting sun shone into the room through the doorway, casting a soft, orange glow.

Then, footsteps drew closer, and a red-haired boy walked in. Upon seeing Bedivere, he immediately flashed a sunny smile.

"you're awake."

Bedivere instinctively tried to get up, then was surprised to find that his body seemed completely unharmed and had recovered as before.

He guessed that perhaps it was the boy in front of him who had helped him, so he asked.

"Ah... May I ask who you are...?"

"My name is Orihara Shirou. I'm a friend and comrade-in-arms who is somewhat familiar with your king. I've fought two battles with your king."

Hearing Shirou's words, Bedivere was still somewhat doubtful about his identity, but that did not prevent him from understanding that the person in front of him was not an enemy.

If they were enemies, why would they help me recover?

"I see, you are a friend of the king."

Bedivere showed a relaxed smile.

At this moment, Shirou looked at the silver-haired knight's "silver arm," which was transformed from the holy sword, and spoke.

"That, is it the Holy Sword?"

"Ah... um." Bedivere was a little stunned, and nodded after a few seconds.

Since he is the king's friend, and so powerful, it's only natural that he would recognize the holy sword.

While Bedivere was still thinking about these things, Gudako and Mashu arrived.

"Wow, I didn't expect the food here to be so delicious!"

Gudako touched her slightly bulging belly and couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior, that person has woken up."

After Mash, who was walking next to Gudako, came over, she was the first to see Bedivere, who had already woken up, and immediately reminded her.

Gudako then looked at Bedivere and said to him, "It was Hassan of Cursed Arm who found you unconscious outside. But speaking of which, you had a lot of injuries on you. What happened?"

"..."

Bedivere was silent for a few seconds, then subconsciously looked at Shirou.

"It's okay, just tell everyone. We're all going to the Holy City together."

"Is this so..."

Bedivere nodded, feeling a warm current flowing through his heart.

I had originally planned to go to the Holy City alone, no matter how difficult it was, but now I'm able to travel with a companion.

"Well then, let me tell you all."

Bedivere recounted his past, everything that had happened, and his plan to return the Holy Sword to Gudako and the others.