Tribute to the Demon King

"Because... I don't want to lose the king. In that forest, I hesitated for your life. If you return the holy sword to the lake, you will really die..."

he whispered.

Just talking about the idea of ​​that possibility, Bedivere showed a painful expression on his face.

"...Because I was afraid that something like that would happen, I wandered around three times, but I still couldn't return the holy sword. But when I returned to the forest, you disappeared..."

So I know.

Bedivere took a deep breath, his lips trembling: "Because I failed to return the holy sword... the king can't even die. He can only pick up the holy gun and wander on the ground forever, without rest."

"...In order to atone for my sins, I have been looking for you."

he whispered.

Always, always, always... all looking for that impossible figure.

From the time of Arthur in AD 500 until the twentieth century.

Not a few years, not a few decades, not even a few hundred years... It was a full fifteen hundred years of wandering, unforgettable torture.

Excalibur will stop the growth of the bearer, but that does not mean immortality.

Limbs shattered.Muscle wears off.Mental decline.The soul decays.

Like burnt firewood, like a living corpse, wandering around alone, looking for King Arthur.

There is no entertainment, no pleasure, no half-day leisure.Until he completely lost the ability to move and his body solidified into a stone, he never stopped walking.Instead, they continue to live half-dead and half-alive in the world, never resting in peace.

——Because, the mission has not been completed, and the atonement has not yet ended.

Therefore, even if the body is turned to stone and the soul is burned to ashes, it is absolutely impossible to die——

"I finally found you."

Bedivere looked at the Lion King holding the Holy Spear, with an expression on the verge of crying.

However, his tears had long since dried up.It was drained as early as [-] years ago.

"Did you know, Rungomignard...One day, Merlin and I found a humanoid stone statue on the edge of Avalon."

Zhou Yi said softly: "The elves don't know when it came here. They don't know where it came from, and they don't know what it is."

It looks like a human being, and it may have stood there for a long time without moving... A closer look reveals that it is a terrifying living creature.

Although alive, but already unable to move.The physical body has already exceeded the limit - the bones of the whole body are covered with cracks, and the limbs are withered to the same extent as black sticks.As the fuel to support his progress, his soul has been completely burned out.

But this stone still seems to have a strong obsession, insisting not to let itself die.Even though it can't do anything, it still doesn't want to die.

"That stone is precisely Bedivere."

Zhou Yi looked at the Lion King with some stern eyes: "You repeat it again. 'You don't know the knight with this name'—come again! Repeat it!"

"...I really can't remember."

The Lion King's tone was much weaker.His face was still ferocious, and he tried hard to search his memory: "I know the name Bedivere. But, about your memory, there is nothing at all... Are you really, Sir Bedivere?"

"It's me, my king."

Bedivere replied in a low voice.

Although he still couldn't think of the existence of Bedivere, the Lion King chose to make a partial concession: "Okay...then, Mr. Bedivere, come back to me. Throw down that sword, because I am no longer Need anything more."

However, Bedivere made no move.

He still stared blankly at the emotionless Lion King, remained silent and did not take any action.

This seems to have pissed off The Lion King.He snapped: "If you are my knight, follow my order - return to my round table! You are different from them...your soul can be preserved."

"...I refuse, The Lion King."

Bedivere closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no longer any hesitation in the holy blue pupils.

"Because I have an obligation to stop you!"

He replied forcefully: "As one of the Knights of the King of Knights of the Round Table, I declare to you that I am Bedivere, the Knight of the Round Table! As the good side, I launch a crusade against you, the evil side!"

Those powerful words startled the Lion King slightly.

A few fragments of memory flashed across his mind, and the holy spear held in his right hand could not help but hang down slightly.

"You are, my ride..."

"At this moment, burn my soul."

At the moment when the Lion King was distracted, Bedivere and Zhou Yi whispered at the same time: "Then let's gallop—"

Dazzling star brilliance rose from Zhou Yi and Bedivere at the same time.

Then, Zhou Yi pressed his right hand on the holy spear of the Lion King.

And Bedivere's right arm was pressed against the Lion King's chest.

——At that moment, the sound of the waves in my ears stopped.

Author's message:

update completed!I am super strong!