Chapter 141
Dentistry (1)
The sword of selection stuck in the rock lost its master and crashed into the round table.
I’m going to get him to reprise his role again.
In order to do that, I had to be very busy.
If you succeed, you will become a hero who will go down in history, and if you fail, you will be beheaded as a fraudster and traitor.
During the short time when the round table will gather, there are not one or two things I have to do.
You must succeed.
Because history belongs to the victors.
* * *
The day after Kay accepted my offer.
The first thing he did after coming to his senses from his grief was two things.
– Knights of the Round Table respond to the summons according to the contract!
From that day, orders bearing the king’s seal were circulated throughout the country.
-I’m sorry, but the guards who guarded the king’s room that day will have to stay in the castle for a few days.
It was not difficult to keep the secret because King Arthur’s death was still unknown except for the guards guarding the door.
It’s a pity for them – the guards – but holding them in for a few days was enough to prevent them from being counted beforehand.
In a situation where secrecy and speed are vital, if you hate even that, there was no other way than to experience the sword of Sir Kay, who was blinded by the cause of maintaining the kingdom, with their own bodies. They also obediently followed.
Well, it was definitely better than getting stabbed with a knife.
Following the summoning order signed by King Arthur, after a few days, the Knights of the Round Table gathered one by one, and those who responded to the call, looked at the ‘Sword of Selection’ stuck in the middle of a wide round table that could seat close to 100 people at the same time and groaned.
“Do you know what the hell happened to Lancelot? The atmosphere in the castle is unusual, and the king is nowhere to be seen.”
“… … Now go and have a seat, Gawain. Sir Kay will explain everything.”
“Okay. Oh. Lord Agravaine says he’s sorry about the things between you and Guinevere, so don’t rush at me just because you saw her face.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t run.”
“If the world’s Lancelot says so, then what?”
Watching Gawain find a seat and sit down first, I quietly guarded the entrance to the room with the round table.
Gawain.
Knight of the Sun.
One of the most senior members of the Round Table, along with Kei and Bedivere.
The one who is in charge of the two wings of the Round Table together with Lancelot.
Lancelot’s close friend and rival.
King Arthur’s nephew.
If it wasn’t possible, but if Kay chose to kill the round table, he would have been the first person to be recruited or killed.
I even thought about using him as a sub-ryong for a while, but he was too old to be called a sub-ryong, so I excluded him from the candidate.
In order to reproduce the legend, an heir who was as young as possible, in his late teens, similar to the age King Arthur drew his sword, was suitable.
On his waist, like me, he had the sword he received from the Lady of the Lake. I saw [Galatine -Sword of the Sun-].
By the way, the Agravain he mentioned is the one who broke up Lancelot and Guinevere’s affair.
From Lancelot’s point of view, it would be okay to tear him to death, so it was understandable that Gawain, Lancelot’s best friend, said that.
As the round table gathered, Kay stood up and opened her mouth.
“My close friend and lord, King Arthur, has passed away.”
In an instant, silence covers the round table.
No one thought to open their mouth at the news of the sudden death of the king.
“The Lady of the Lake invited the king to Utopia, and the king only responded to the call. There was no other cause of death.”
The knights are buzzing.
Sitting at the round table and staring at Kei, I can hear the conversation I had with him before the round table got together.
‘Everything must be so turbulent that the Round Table is bewildered. Sir Kay.’
‘Do I have to do that?’
Kay’s grave voice resonates throughout the room.
The low but powerful voice seemed more like a skillful demagogue than a knight.
“Before the king answered the call, he called me separately and left me a book containing his last words.”
‘You must do that. Because the kingdom is so serious that it must not be opened.’
‘… … Got it. I’ll make sure to keep it a secret.’
Unfold the parchment.
Kei, who saw the parchment spread from side to side with full of energy, began to read it at once.
“My dear companions and eternal friends, Knights of the Round Table. Do not forgive your king who leaves without telling you in advance.”
One by one, one person shouts the name of the round table.
Kay, Gawain, Tristan, Lancelot, and Bedivere.
All of them have left their names in the librarian.
There was not a single person who failed to leave a name, and there was not a single name that was light. The Round Table is such a place.
In front of the heroes, Kay’s back was straight, and her fists were clenched, occasionally shaking her son-in-law in time with speeches that bordered on declarations.
“The memories of being with you still linger as clearly as if I were seeing them right in front of my eyes even when my eyes are closed.
‘By the way, the candidate you mentioned is certain, right? If he doesn’t accept it, the plan is no different from the beginning.’
‘Don’t worry. He’s a kid who wants to be closer to King Arthur than anyone else in the world, and he can’t refuse.’
Kay speaks.
The round table listens.
“Even if I say I’m going first, it doesn’t mean I don’t have any shame. I am only worried that the kingdom we built together with you will crumble in an instant.”
Memories are also no different from now.
‘If a child who grew up reading the king’s epic and dreamed of becoming a knight was given the opportunity to recreate the legend of King Arthur, how would he refuse?’
‘Kuhmm, if you say that… … . I feel a little reassured. You’re talented, so I wonder where you heard about it.’
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Kay listens.
“Time with Round Table is precious. If the kingdom is overthrown, what have we toiled and shed our blood for?”
Kay’s hands trembled as she read the forged will.
Do you feel any remorse now? Or do you even think of the dead King Arthur?
‘Sir Kay, let me ask you one thing. This is impossible for others, and only Sir Kay, who has been trusted by the king, can do it.’
‘Is this something only I can do? What is that?’
Either way, it’s already too late to go back.
I looked at it and quietly closed my eyes.
‘Buy some time. You don’t even need a lot. Exactly three months is enough.’
‘… … three months, three months You manage people frugally, yes, those three months. This body earns money.’
‘thank you. Sir Kay.’
The Kei in the memory grabbed his forehead.
‘But it’s more difficult than that. Surely, if the news of the king’s death comes through, those filthy Angles and Saxons will stir up again. If that happens, my appeal to keep calm won’t work for the Round Table.’
‘I don’t need more time. I will definitely finish it on time.’
Kei’s impression, which had been crumpled by my confident answer, finally straightened out.
However, he soon asked me with a suspicious expression.
‘What on earth do you need that time for?’
‘I have something to teach the heir. The name inherits the life of the King of Knights, so you have to be weak to use it?’
‘Dara being taught by the strongest at the Round Table. It’s a short time, but it won’t be bad.’
In my memory, I struggled to contain my laughter.
While reminiscing like that, Kay’s speech had reached the end.
“So even though I go before you, my soul will remain in the sword and guide you—”
Kay’s fist clenched the parchment trembled.
After a moment’s pause, he finally spoke.
The point of this speech, because everything in front was just a paving stone for this one sentence.
“——The one who pulls out the ‘Sword of Selection’. I will become a king and lead you.”
The series of declarations and shocking content were enough to send the round table into a panic.
Before the round table came out of the panic, I got up quietly.
Even those who came to their senses seemed to be at a loss for what to say, just staring blankly at me leaving their seats.
As I was about to stand in front of the door to go out, I began to hear the clamor of knights from behind.
Sir Kay will have a hard time calming the angry crowd, but… … .
… … Well, it’s not because I’m suffering.
Now it’s time to work.
I immediately left Camelot – the capital – and headed north.
* * *
I rode a horse for several days. Lancelot’s excellent body and memory led him to perform even awkward horseback riding naturally.
The place I’m heading to is a remote island located north of Camelot.
“… … second.”
The first one came to negotiate with the dragon mother before the Round Table gathered, so I followed the familiar geography and entered the island.
I walked through the overgrown bushes where no one could reach. There was no one living there except for one mother, so it was natural to find records about this island.
Records are the footsteps of people, and this uninhabited island is as good as non-existent in history.
I was going to push a person whose name is now being forgotten and whose name is being erased onto the stage.
The place I arrived at was an empty lot.
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Just because it was empty didn’t mean that nothing existed.
There is a tower.
The wooden door is broken, and the color of the wall is gray, as if expressing the emotions of the residents.
When I first came, the door was closed.
And that wasn’t enough, it was nailed outside hoping that no one would come in or out.
I was afraid of something because I lived in a place where no one lived and the door was closed.
It was nailed outside, not inside, so it was not that the world was afraid, but the world was afraid of the person inside the tower.
As I got closer to the tower, I heard a ‘rustle’ sound from the bushes I stepped on.
I pretended to be enough, so I stood in front of the tower thinking that a reaction would come.
“Is it Lancelot? The situation must have been urgent, to come here so quickly. Why don’t you come and have a cup of tea? I prepared it in advance.”
A woman appeared through the darkness that stood in place of the tower’s door.
Blond hair flowing down her ears. Pure white and fair skin that did not match his age. The subtle black energy under the eyes interlocks to create a decadent atmosphere.
Indeed, it was like a woman that King Arthur coveted even breaking taboos.
“It’s just that the time has come, so you don’t have to worry about it. Excessive kindness sometimes invites rejection. Where is the child?”
At my words, she twitched her red lips and smiled, then answered.
“Since you left, he has been swinging his sword from behind the prison every day. It is still there.”
“Thank you for your cooperation.”
she waves her hands
“I say I like it, but gratitude wasn’t such a bad thing from my point of view. to make my child a king Arthur will weep in his coffin.”
“Did you talk to him as I asked?”
I overheard her words as she quietly followed me.
However, I focused on the sound of spirit tickling my ears.
“I have already told the child. When he learns that he is the son of King Arthur, he is startled and tries to fall, but this is the first time he has ever known that my son can make such an expression while living together.”
“That’s enough-.”
After turning half a turn to the back of the tower, it was also an empty lot.
If there was a difference from the entrance direction of the tower, it was that there was cleanly weeded and firmly compacted ground.
And the sub-dragon I chose is wielding a sword.
He is now in his late teens, a slender body, and it is unclear whether he is a boy or a girl.
However, his sword-wielding form had reached a level that could not be completed in a day or two.
Satisfied with his appearance, he turned to the woman following behind him.
Seeing my expression, she smiled softly.
“-Morgan.”
the king’s sister.
A woman who has violated the taboo.
A witch who will ruin the country.
Morgan Le Fay.
This is the name of the woman I have spoken with so far.
And the name of the sub-dragon I chose is Mordred.
He was the son of an old dragon who had raped his sister, and was the only stain on the king.
Let people call this place.
They say it is a nest that hides the king’s disgrace.
I will teach Mordred to steal King Arthur’s history.