This king is too scumbag

In the desert at night, the wind howls.

The raging wind whipped up sandstorms, blurring the entire world.

to be honest.

In such a gust of wind, even where he was was hard to ascertain.

What’s more, it is to look into the distance, looking for the trace of the enemy hidden in the night, only illuminated by the moonlight.

——This is basically a difficult thing to accomplish.

Even for a heroic spirit whose physical quality is different from ordinary people, it is extremely difficult to do it.

However, the magic is.

Just under this bad weather.

Bedivere, who is clearly not a Heroic Spirit and doesn’t even have the slightest “talent” to be a hero, is able to stay one step ahead of the enemy.

Became the second warrior besides Arturia who sensed the enemy’s presence and made quick defensive moves.

And, what’s even more interesting is that.

The reason why he was able to react so quickly was not because of how sharp his perception was and how alert he was.

The cause of all this is just because of his accidental glance.

And at this glance, the bright red that appeared in his vision.

Even that touch of red is only for a moment.

But Bedivere knew that the red was definitely not his illusion.

Because he is too familiar with that touch of red.

Familiar enough to close your eyes, you can imagine 617 that person’s appearance, that person’s voice.

And the classic——

“I actually met you in this situation.”

“I am so sorry, Lord Bedivere.”

“…”

This is indeed a sad story.

And if you want to understand the sadness in this story, you need to clarify such a thing:

Even in that seemingly united round table.

In fact, there is also the concept of [faction].

For example, the “Morgan faction” headed by Gao Wen.

Although everyone tacitly never mentioned this matter,

But whether it’s Gareth, Gakhris, or Aggruin.

Even the most ignorant Mordred.

In fact, deep down in their hearts, they all regarded Gao Wen as their elder brother.

As far as Gao Wen is concerned, whether he wants to admit it or not, they are the biggest “factions” inside the round table.

That is to say, Gao Wen, as the leader of the faction, has become accustomed to the position of “The Shadow of His Majesty”.

Otherwise, Morgan Le Fay’s plan to “destroy Camelot” would have been at least five years ahead of schedule.

Except for the famous “Morgan faction” (afeb).

There are naturally other factions in the Knights of the Round Table.

For example, Lord Lanmaloch and Lord Lancelot, who are both lords and equally skilled in martial arts.

The two of them belonged to the “playing well” kind of people.

Another example is Galahad, the son of Lancelot and the representative of the next generation of the Round Table.

He played better with Sir Percival, who was also a Knight of the Holy Grail, and Sir Gareth, who looked younger but had the demeanor of a “big sister”.

Of course, in the Knights of the Round Table, there are also special beings like Mordred who are not good at playing with anyone.

But all in all, for those knights of the Knights of the Round Table.

Although they are all excellent, there is also a distance between them.

And now.

For Bedivere.

The handsome knight with beautiful red hair who appeared in front of him was his most important friend in this life.

“Tristan… sir.”

“Why did even a noble knight like you become the Lion King…”

He looked at Tristan who was already standing in front of him, less than twenty meters away.

And behind him, there was an army named [Suzheng Knights] with a size of at least a thousand or more.

Bedivere, who was so angry, did not say the word “running dog” after all.

At this moment, he just felt.

tonight.

The wind in this desert is very noisy.

Once best friends confront each other in the desert.

Not far from them, Mordred secretly talked with this “perfect father”, explaining the relationship between the two knights.

“Actually, there’s nothing to say.. ”

“It’s just because, in the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan is the only one who is willing to talk to Bedivere.”

“That’s why that trash created the illusion of ‘we are very close’?”

Mordred said disdainfully.

In words, Bedivere is quite contemptuous.

This is also a matter of course.

She has never understood why her father, the king, included such a weak little boy in the Knights of the Round Table, and even painstakingly cultivated him.

In contrast, isn’t it good to raise her own son?

However, while trying his best to belittle Bedivere.

Mordred praised Tristan very highly:

“Well, he, so-so.”

Mordred shook his head and commented.

——Don’t underestimate such comments.

You know, even Gao Wen.

In Mordred’s eyes, he was just a guy who “struggled with the holy sword”.

Looking at the entire Knights of the Round Table, there are probably only two and a half people who can convince Mordred.

One is Kai who has been by Arturia’s side since the very beginning.

The other is that the name in front of him is very powerful, but has a melancholy temperament. Tristan was more of an artist than a knight.

——That kind of extremely romantic style is what Mordred wants to learn, but he can’t learn it no matter what.

Incidentally, it’s worth mentioning that.

The other half is Galahad holding the Holy Grail.

Mordred didn’t like his title of “carrying the future of the Round Table”.

After all, in Mordred’s heart, he himself is the future of the Knights of the Round Table, and even the entire Kingdom of Camelot.

But for the feat of being able to hold the Holy Grail with his own hands, he still admits it from the bottom of his heart.

And now.

“Father, let me teach them a lesson!”

Look at Tristan who has picked up the organ.

Already standing behind him, thousands of solemn knights.

In Mordred’s heart, there was no fear at all.

At this moment, she is only infinitely excited.

——How could she miss such a thing that could show her face in front of Artoria?

Just, unfortunately.

Her wish came true.

For this battle, Arturia seemed to have other plans.

“His eyes seem to be invisible?”

Looking at Tristan who kept his eyes closed.

The King of Britain, holding his hand on the scabbard of the holy sword, showed a thoughtful look.

“Your Excellency Char.”

“Ok?”

“Do you have a way to help me cover up my breath, or change it?”.

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