Chapter 139
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The boy became king.
The king fought for his country.
was a hero
Everywhere he passed, the screams of his enemies rose, and he was desperate.
The banner of our allies is raised high, but he is our hope.
Close friends who have traveled together on the battlefield fade away one by one over the years, but only he alone sits on the throne and protects the kingdom.
The world called him this with awe.
It is called ‘Descendant of the Red Dragon’.
And dragons always corrupt.
* * *
I swung my sword under the sun that seemed to swallow the world.
Every ‘story’ has power.
It was a law that could not escape from this world of Museon.
Accomplished achievements become personal history, and history becomes transmission.
Tradition appears as a character’s inclination.
In that sense, I was lucky.
It was because he was able to fight the best battle ever.
It is clear to my eyes.
The trajectory of Arthur’s sword.
The movement of his body.
everything was clearly visible.
I lowered my head to avoid the sword aiming at my throat.
As if several strands of hair had been cut off, solid golden lines fluttered in the air.
Originally, it was a battle that Lancelot himself should have fought.
-Assigned roles and assimilation rates increase.
I reached the stage of entering the world faster than anyone else.
Lancelot also became a Knight of the Round Table at a young age.
-Assigned roles and assimilation rates increase.
I’ve never been defeated before.
Lancelot is Britain’s strongest.
-warning! Assigned roles and assimilation rates are too high!
Between the swords crossed in front of my eyes, I could see the aged face of King Arthur.
The wrinkles around her eyes resemble dragon scales.
The sword he wields becomes a sharp dragon, threatening my throat.
Surprised by his breath trying to burn my face, I pushed back the sword and opened the distance.
This damn game has even started recreating Dragon’s Breath along his history.
The old dragon’s breath burns the world.
The fire dragon that Lancelot cut was like that too.
I knew this story.
-warning! warning! The assimilation rate is limited… … .
I immediately closed the notification window that was beeping loudly in the sense of shutting up for a moment as it was interfering with my concentration.
It felt much cleaner.
“Sir Lancelot! What the hell are you doing now!”
“… … .”
“Stop it right now! Even if you say this, Guinevere’s execution cannot be stopped.”
There was a cry from King Arthur.
I answered quietly.
“Executing her will surely trigger a war.”
Sajok did not attach.
Because now I had to run with all my might towards the goal.
I didn’t have enough time to listen to the story of an old hero who has already become a page in history.
got a sword
A demonic sword smelted by the starlight reflected in the lake.
The last gift from the woman of the lake who raised Lancelot.
Arondight.
The right arm holding the sword was stretched out to the side.
The sword roars.
Do you know that this is a stage prepared for you?
Even though I didn’t have an ego, the emotion of that thing called the demonic sword crept into me.
happy and sad
I felt two conflicting emotions at the same time.
happy.
Arondite was happy to be able to hunt the old nemesis the dragon again with his master.
It is a sword containing many legends, but the most brilliant legend among them is that it is the ‘Sword of Dragon Slayer’.
All dragon species that breathe in this world will have no choice but to kneel in front of this sword.
sad.
It was sad because it wasn’t the battle my master wanted.
The feeling of being sad was an appropriate feeling.
The ending Lancelot wanted wasn’t like this.
The ending he wanted was to go quietly into hiding with Guinevere without any damage to the Round Table.
bring the sword in front of you
It was admirable that he tried to understand his master’s image at least on the subject of the sword.
When I pulled the handle to my chest, it blocked my right vision and glared at Arthur with one eye.
The distance is about 10 meters.
Even though he is old and decrepit, his prestige does not go anywhere.
“The king’s name is solemn and cannot be changed!”
I see King Arthur in my left eye and Arondite in my right eye.
The black-blue blade that stretched out smoothly was clear without a spot, not ashamed of the alias of a demonic sword refined with starlight.
“Lancelot, I give you one last command!”
King Arthur fixed his sword.
In his hand, the sword of selection begins to turn red.
The sword in my hand sings of joy.
He cut through the pouring sunlight with his clear blade.
“Stop this bizarre thing right now!”
He fixed his sword and took a step forward.
If the conversation doesn’t go through, it looks like it’s ready to run at once.
The sword in my hand cries bitterly.
The sword that began to receive magic vibrated sadly.
After clearing my mind for a while, I was soon able to organize my tone as I wanted.
He began to infuse mana through the arondite’s handle.
“King Arthur.”
He gave strength to the hand holding the handle.
It was so tight that the palms of the leather gloves tingled.
Unlike the impression of the sword that permeated quietly, Lancelot’s emotions burrowed straight into my heart.
Unlike the first time when I felt rejected, I am used to accepting my feelings now.
Accept without filtering. You have to feel it alone.
Only then will Lancelot be able to fully demonstrate his power.
“What on earth are you guarding that throne for?”
swords cross
King Arthur answers.
“I am only keeping this position for the sake of the country! The people are starving, and foreign enemies are coming endlessly. only me! We can defeat them!”
i attack
he just defends
“Do you think so even now that the Round Table has stabilized?”
King Arthur flinches.
I swung my sword and continued.
King Arthur rolls to the floor at my attack.
It was an evasive maneuver that could not be found even in the slightest of the dignity of a king.
You know that my life is precious.
“Remember what you said to me.”
There is no answer.
So I continued talking.
“Obviously, I want to discuss governance rather than war. I wanted to hold a pen rather than a sword. Now that the round table has been stabilized, it is the time to do it and to do it. But what about it?”
-Chang!!!
the swords cross
“… … War is the quickest means of stabilizing. The sword is mightier than the pen.”
King Arthur’s eyes were cloudy when he said that.
stupid, dull
The guns of the young days are nowhere to be found, and only the old man obsessed with stubbornness remains.
Lancelot’s sentiment fills my heart.
As if his thoughts had made up his mind, he stopped trying to interfere with me.
Because the king he wanted was no longer there.
“Old king, if war and sword are so good, I will ask.”
I corrected my posture.
“Have you ever felt the emotion of a sword?”
King Arthur, who heard me, frowned as if he were saying something strange.
“Are your ears blocked now because you’re old? You can’t even hear the sound of the sword. A sword that has been in harmony with its owner for a long time is no longer just a tool for killing.”
Without waiting for an answer, he immediately ran towards him again.
Swing the arondite at his heart.
The old dragon stood up straight and fought hard against Caliburn, which was now completely red.
The wrinkles around King Arthur’s eyes deepened even more.
“Especially if it’s the ‘Caliburn’ you’re holding or the ‘Arondite’ sword that I’m holding.”
the sword sings
The sword body, which trembled from the collision, seemed to burst into laughter as it watched its nemesis struggle.
Arthur, the Red Dragon of Britain.
Dragon Slayer Lancelot.
How could the feud between Lancelot and King Arthur be inevitable?
The sword aiming at the dragon’s heart changes endlessly.
Even if it wants to cut, it stabs sharply, and before the stab ends, it lightly lifts it.
It changes dozens of times in one second.
The extreme of the toilet sword.
King Arthur, who felt the threat to his heart, began to back away in fright.
I moved forward, following the footprints he left behind.
Every time I moved my feet, a thick layer of dust rose from the parched ground.
don’t miss
“Isn’t your sword talking?”
The sword weeps.
The sword path continued endlessly.
He tenaciously pursues the heart of King Arthur, who is fleeing.
I put my right foot down.
King Arthur, whose sword is disheveled, now even steps become dizzy.
“I want to rest now.”
When he woke up, he lowered his hand.
The sword of selection was already revealing its bony skeleton as if it were going to bruise its teeth.
“Stop it, that’s enough. Doesn’t your sword speak?”
He twisted the corners of his lips.
“Can you still hear me?”
King Arthur let out a sigh as if in despair.
The old dragon lets out a hollow breath.
“… … .”
The red light surrounding the sword of selection faded and began to flicker.
“You clearly claimed to be the sword of the kingdom. Then ask again.”
The whitish color in my hand is gradually compressed and becomes more solid.
“Does the kingdom really want war?”
“I am… … .”
“It’s not ‘I’! ‘Kingdom’.”
The Lancelot inside of me screamed through my mouth at the sight of the fallen hero.
My heart hurts.
“King Arthur, no, ‘Arthur’, you are no longer qualified to represent the Round Table, Camelot.”
He pointed the sword at his heart.
“There was no need for the people to shed blood in the first place. Only your blood is enough.”
The dragon sword in my hand whispers to me.
‘Hurry up and pierce that dragon’s heart, please let me get covered with that red blood.’ I mean.
decided to comply with the request.
Condenses mana at the tip of the sword.
I will plunder the sword from Arthur, and steal Lancelot’s lore – the dragon’s slash.
Rather than a sword with all its teeth chipped off, the sword of selection, like a bare tree branch, was just the material.
Because what I was aiming for wasn’t a sword of choice in the first place.
Whitish-white strong energy gathered at the tip of the sword, but Arthur was lost and unable to come to his senses.
I just blankly inhale and exhale the dying breath.
And then soon.
he closes his eyes
Arthur, with both hands gathered in front of his chest, exhaled toward the sword of choice, and the sword slowly began to heat up.
Will the flame that burned the world eventually devour even its owner?
His fingers are slowly drying up.
The whole body is drying up as if squeezing out even the remaining vitality in one’s body.
The crimson strong energy that had been completed in that way hovered around his sword.
King Arthur, who had no life left, pointed the tip of his sword at me, and I swung my sword at him.
The whitish white broke the crimson… … .
… … The dragon’s head fell to the ground.
The world has collapsed.
* * *
When I returned to King Arthur’s office again.
King Arthur was sitting in his chair, just like the first time.
The only difference was that his heart didn’t even flinch.
There was only one.
The end of a hero was an empty law.
finished.
It couldn’t have been a futile, empty ending.
The moment you quietly put your sword in and go out.
“Sir Lancelot… … ?”