Chapter 138
Sales (2)
What is a warrior?
It means the one who killed the dragon.
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-The 828th parasitic world welcomes you.
The vision that had been immersed in darkness became bright again.
I see the scenery inside the room full of gray.
It was closer to a polished stone than a brick, perhaps because of the background of the era, which was closer to the ancient times rather than the middle ages that filled all sides.
There was no matrix, so I was sitting on a hard bed with no cushioning.
It comes with a sense of approx.
If you look at the phrase to run away, it must be in your room somewhere in the royal castle, not your own territory.
“It seems that there is nothing wrong with the body… … .”
Standing in his seat, he looked around and checked his body condition.
I didn’t feel anything particularly strange.
How many times did he spin his arms round and round and how many times did he sit down and get up?
OK, that’s enough.
It was light greaves, not the heavy heavy armor that appeared in medieval chivalry.
After confirming that there was no discomfort in the movement, I picked up the sword placed on the bedside.
-You have equipped the item.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time.
I almost stumbled at the heaviness I felt at the moment, but I quickly adapted and stepped out of the door.
Now, in the background of the time of evening, the crimson sunset covering the town could sometimes be seen through the open window.
– Analyze your equipment.
King of Camelot.
Because it was set in ancient times rather than the Middle Ages for realism, it was smaller than the court of Ivan the Beast I saw a while ago.
-Analysis is complete.
-The obtained equipment is [Arondite A+ rank].
As I walked through the corridor, feeling the heavy weight of the sword wrapped around my waist, the ladies-in-waiting started lighting torches in the middle.
I walked between the swings.
The place I was aiming at was fixed, so there was no such thing as a mess in my footsteps.
-warning! Owner and wearer do not match.
– Strengthen your equipment.
I walked down the hallway and passed the central hall.
-warning! The limit on the use of the item far exceeds the user’s ability!
– The item’s grade is higher than the attribute grade.
Occasionally I nodded to the knights who saluted me.
So far, I haven’t found another Knight of the Round Table.
So hurry up. I had to get it done before the others got in.
Calm before the storm.
Always be quiet until something bothersome happens.
– You have failed to enhance.
Stealing the king’s sword and his wife and running away did not require much preparation.
Above all, there was the safest and surest way.
If it were another kingdom, you would have to avoid countless spears and repel endless chases.
Not Lancelot.
-[Arondite A+ rank]
It is a legendary sword said to have been handed down by the lady of the lake.
When he saved Elaine, Princess of Carbonet, he cut down the fire dragon, and his teeth are never damaged as he is smelted by the moonlight reflected in the lake.
Knight of the Lake.
Perfect finished article.
dragon slayer-.
and.
Britain’s strongest.
Although the royal castle belongs to King Arthur.
The followers of Lancelot who have dug into it are also formidable.
Even at the moment when Lancelot in the original story fled with the queen.
In the process, even at the moment when he cut Gawain’s younger siblings, his colleagues and close friends.
The royal palace-Camelot-was busy with antagonism between Lancelot’s faction and King Arthur’s faction, and he would have done everything he wanted had it not been for the chivalry that could be called conscience.
And I… … .
… … He’s a bully who doesn’t know anything about chivalry.
-High rate of assimilation of the assigned role and self.
– Lancelot’s thoughts do not interfere.
“Is the King inside?”
“Yes, Sir Lancelot.”
Arrived at the king’s office.
If you ask the knight who salutes lightly, the answer comes right away.
“Open, I will meet the king alone.”
“… … All right.”
It seems that human intuition is real.
The guard flicked the arondite in my hand a few times as if anxious, then shook his head and opened the door.
– Clap.
Every time you take a step, the iron shoes wrapped around your feet make an ominous sound.
It was to the point that I, who heard it, naturally became anxious, so others would have nothing to say.
Stepped into the king’s office.
– Clap.
Due to the nature of the game made based on real history. Lancelot’s betrayal came after Guinevere’s execution date had been set.
However, I won’t wait until then.
In front of the office desk that looks like a large wooden box turned upside down.
I see the old king, leaning back in his chair, breathing heavily.
It looked like an old dragon struggling to breathe.
– Clap.
The royal palace is overflowing with followers, and the old king has been handed over for a long time.
Because there was no reason to hesitate any longer.
In his youth, he may have been a hero and a sage who saved the country from foreign enemies, but after years have passed and deep wrinkles have settled around his eyes… … .
… … He is just a tyrant, possessed by ugly lust.
– Clap.
A fallen hero will do anything for eternal life.
He sent his colleague and subordinate for the false delusion of the Holy Grail, and even executed the woman he once loved in order to maintain the kingdom.
The country has already been inclined, and the reign has long been in disarray.
The people longed for the prosperity of the past to return, but he only pursued his own glory and eternal life.
The king, who was weakly slumped in his chair, corrected his posture when he saw me.
It was funny, like an old male watching a young challenger covet his territory.
The flowing red hair has long since lost its luster, and only the holy sword sitting next to the table reflects on his past.
Traces of history remain as wrinkles on his face, but the owner does not welcome his time. The history of being rejected by his master only left deep scars on his face.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched him sweep the saliva from the beard around his mouth, as if he had a pleasant dream.
“Oh, is that Lancelot? What did you come for?”
It would have been better if it hadn’t happened… … .
“My lord, did you see the woman of the lake in your dream?”
He tried to speak comfortably, but his mouth refused.
Even if thoughts didn’t interfere, it didn’t seem like the way he talked was going to be fixed.
Lady of the Lake.
Vivian.
The woman who gave Excalibur to King Arthur.
The kingmaker who made Arthur, who was just an aspiring knight with the king’s wizard, Merlin, into a king.
The last blacksmith of the Mythical Age who smelts holy swords with starlight.
At my words, he smiled and replied.
“Oh, she called me after a long time… … . I wondered if he would give me a new sword, but he didn’t.”
“Is that so? What did the Lady of the Lake say?”
“They gave me a bruise for being too old to hold another sword. He told me to take good care of the sword I already have.”
Watching Arthur chuckle, I finally couldn’t hold back a laugh and twisted the corner of my mouth.
Even if you are a hero who will last forever, you are only a human being in your sweet dreams.
put your hands on your waist
I felt a familiar texture.
A round column made of leather.
the sword handle
A question crossed Arthur’s face.
His eyes are narrowed thinly.
Even though he was old, his ability to sense a crisis was a sense worthy of a descendant of Pendragon, who is called the Red Dragon.
No, maybe it’s because I’m older that I’m more sensitive. Because every single breath you exhale will be regrettable.
It was hard to find even a handful of vitality on his wrinkled skin, and his mustache lost its luster and was brittle.
ugly desire.
Last struggle before dying.
A vivid scarlet beard like the red dragon that I – Lancelot – cut off the other day.
Perhaps he sensed who he was supposed to be dealing with, the arondite on his waist slowly began to vibrate.
In a strange atmosphere, the old king quietly reached out for his sword, and I twisted my lips and said,
“My king… … .”
-Tsurureureung.
pull out the sword
The sound of metal hitting the closed door reverberates through the room.
“… … I will help you make that dream come true.”
A sound echoes.
“Please, rest in peace.”
The world turned upside down.
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Looking at the history of Lancelot, there was only one question I felt.
Why not kill the king?
Saying that I love Guinevere more than anything in the world.
Knowing that the old king is ruining the country with endless wars.
A follower who has settled in the royal castle.
An heir who has not fully grown yet.
A body that is already in its prime.
I have everything.
What the hell is the problem?
So I thought
The pursuit order that falls the moment you steal the king’s sword and the queen?
What did you have to cut down your close friend’s younger siblings while running away?
The king who had fallen out like that finally called himself back to stop his son’s rebellion?
Wouldn’t it be solved if everyone killed the king?
If the king’s supporters – royalists – and Lancelot’s supporters – aristocrats – were half and half, the moment he killed the king who commanded the knights at the top, he would not even be able to imagine an order to pursue.
Because the kingdom will split and enmity.
There is no need to be afraid of Mordred who hasn’t grown up yet.
A youngster whose downy hair was still fluffy would not be able to compete with Lancelot, who was rolling on the battlefield.
The sun that had fallen over the ridge begins to rise again.
The sun soared into the sky, but the scarlet light that engulfed the world began to grow clearer and clearer.
It is like ‘that day’ that remains distinctly in Lancelot’s memory.
“… … Lancelot. What have you done?”
It’s about ‘the day’ when he defeated the fire dragon for the princess.
Originally, it is in the sky, but the world dries up due to the rising sun without knowing the end.
Rivers and lakes dried up to reveal their bottoms, and the ground cracked and spewed a crumbly yellow dust into the world.
I laughed at him with a twisted smile.
“I invited you as a dream because the king is getting older and the reality seems too much for him, but I guess you don’t like my invitation?”
“The joke is too much. Lancelot.”
They are called ‘Red Dragon of Britain’ and ‘Fire Dragon’. It sounds so similar that it might be a joke of fate.
Even if the two are different, in the end, the root is the same dragon.
After receiving my ridicule, Arthur drew the holy sword right in front of his eyes and grabbed the scabbard and handle.
His lower rank is hidden by the sword and is not visible.
the one who killed the dragon
I will get the woman and the treasure.
King Arthur takes a heavy breath. His exhaled breath is red.
It is the culprit that makes the world dry.
– Tsurreung.
The holy sword revealed in its sheath was no different from the sharp teeth of a dragon.
The holy sword with the red beard emitted the same red light.
“It’s a joke… … . Does this look like a joke?”
The world touched by that light splits apart.
Because every story has power.
The famous sword with the legend of dragon slaughter trembled and thrust its sharp blade toward its nemesis.
“A knight slays the dragon that ruins the world.”
Looking at King Arthur’s hardened expression, he took a deep breath.
The hot air fills the nostrils and burrows into the lungs.
“But that is all.”
My nose, deprived of water, is dry and stinging, and my lungs are sore from the heat that engulfed the world.
“Old dragon, prove to my sword how sharp your teeth are.”
He did not avoid the pain of the struggling earth.
He did not turn a blind eye to the dryness of the river that exposed the bottom.
“Otherwise, the breath you exhale now will be the last.”
Kicking off the dry land, I rushed towards the dragon that was spewing hot breath.
A whitish color flashed in the vermilion world.