Chapter 143
place to hang out
The stage is all set.
Now all that remains is to raise the cast and hope that they will move according to my will.
Looking at the endless barracks of the Roman army, I saw Mordred trembling as if he felt something.
The guy’s appearance is exactly like the young King Arthur who remains in people’s memories.
A fluttering red cloak. Silver iron armor covering the whole body.
The silver iron armor reflected the red color of the cloak, giving it a subtle reddish color, as if looking at the scales of a red dragon.
It was a flaw that he was a bit small, but that was a level that could be overcome with people’s nostalgia for King Arthur and the atmosphere he gave off.
“… … Did you treat me and my mother that way just to see this ending? King Arthur.”
The young dragon, who had been trembling with anger, opened his mouth.
I quietly rode my horse aside to answer the lamentation that was close to talking to myself.
The wind on the hill was cold, and a cool breeze seeped through the armor in accordance with the galloping of the horse.
“In the end, everything will be yours after today, Mordred. The only person you should be angry with is King Arthur. The moment your anger loses its direction, people will see you not as King Arthur’s successor, but simply as an evil dragon to be eradicated.”
“… … I will not forget your teachings.”
I nodded to Mordred, who was ignoring me.
“Okay then let’s go. There must be a secret passage to enter the castle near here.”
I led him over the hill.
* * *
“Commander-, all preparations for the attack are complete. Give me the order to attack!”
Regius – the commander of the Roman army – turned to look at him at the sound of his adjutant’s voice behind him.
As his head turns, the red feathers on his helm flutter.
The vast flatland in front of the gates of Camelot leads endlessly to the flags of the Roman army.
There were no soldiers who were not elite, and their equipment, armed with gleaming iron armor and red shields, was also excellent.
Those who in the first place refuse to compare themselves with the British soldiers on the wall, who are clad in skimpy greaves.
It seems that the whole green meadow is dyed red.
Regius, who was watching this, nodded his head in satisfaction.
“Prepare for an all-army siege! Today, I will destroy the capital of the heinous barbarians and spread the spark of civilization to them!”
-Gigigigigg.
The launch pad of the catapult tilted back and started making a grotesque noise.
“launch-!!!”
Soldiers lightly cut the rope attached to the catapult.
The catapult, which gathered strength while twisting its body, fired stones in line with the command of the commander.
The rock flew through the sky like a meteor and soon reached the walls of Camelot.
-bang!!!!
An explosion continues on the walls of the castle.
The noise of the battlefield should be accompanied by human screams, but it is difficult to recognize the shape of the scream because it is crushed by a huge rock flying towards its owner.
The overwhelming power difference does not even allow the weak to scream.
The situation on the wall was clearly visible to Regius.
Soldiers with low morale and wandering around, knights and commanders who ran in all directions to encourage them, but failed to achieve their goal in the end.
“… … It would have been better if I had chosen the field rather. Thanks to the stupid commander, only the blood of innocent soldiers is flowing.”
Even though the Roman army had a numerical superiority, the outcome of a head-on collision with Britain, which had the most elite knights called the Round Table, could not be guaranteed.
But that’s just an assumption.
In reality, what they chose was siege warfare, and thinking that they are paying the price now makes me feel a little less guilty.
This is only Regius’ impression as a human, now it’s time to return to the Roman army commander.
I pulled out the gladius attached to my waist and lifted it up.
Regius’ face was visible on one side of the clear blade, and Roman legionnaires lined up on the other side.
Regius gripped the handle tightly.
“All-! Charge-!”
A shout followed. It would be nice if the catapult was over, but a trumpet announcing the misfortune of the British soldiers followed.
-Puuu.
The sound of the trumpets announcing the advance of the soldiers echoes across the battlefield.
The soldiers in line with Oh began to advance. The feet they step on are not disturbed at all.
-chuck!
The ceremony is said to be the best standard to see the training level of the soldiers at once.
-chuck! chuck!
As the saying goes, the current Roman army is the strongest in the world.
-chuck! chuck! chuck!
No matter what enemy comes, I just crush it. If someone gets in their way.
-chuck! chuck! chuck! chuck!
The strongest army will give rest to those who resist.
A red wave reached the wall.
* * *
Around the height of the conflict between the British army trying to block it and the Roman army trying to break through.
The inside of the Camelot Royal Castle, which should have been quiet, was extremely noisy.
“therefore-! We must choose a king now! The Roman army is right in front of you! Is that sword of choice really that important!?”
“Protect the will of the former king – Tristan. What do you think we are doing this for?”
“Isn’t there Sir Gawain?! There is a knight who is the nephew of the king and suitable as a leader. What on earth are you guys doing?”
“… … Gawain could not draw the sword of selection. He doesn’t deserve it.”
-Taang!!
The sound of fists hitting the table is heard.
“aha?! Qualification?! It’s not because he’s qualified, but because he couldn’t be chosen, he probably wants you to compete for the next throne on the same line as you.”
“Tristan! you don’t talk! It is a sacred round table!”
As the situation is now urgent, Tristan, who wants to enshrine Gawain, who is not King Arthur’s son, but who has a blood relationship with him, and the faction that only those who draw the sword of selection can become king as King Arthur’s will, continued a sharp argument. .
Of course, the latter side was not obsessed with the sword of choice because they were loyal to King Arthur.
“Is maintenance really that important?! Right now, knights are wandering around here wondering if they can become the new king, but is such a country a proper country!?”
“I-! I-that guy!”
-Quaang!!!
To the raucous round table is added the occasional binge of dialysis with the wrong number.
In the first place, since all those capable of combat had been sent to the front line for a long time, it was natural that the meeting room of the Round Table, which could be called Camelot’s largest military force, was as quiet as if there were no ants.
Very few actually went to the battlefield.
It was a long discussion that could be the last meeting of the round table.
“If this were the case, I would go first. You can sit on the throne you used to hold meetings on your own, as you like.”
“Tristan everywhere during the sacred meeting!”
The one called Tristan jumped up from the round table, gathered his arms, and strode toward the door.
“If you’re not going to follow me, just shut up and stay! I will lead my soldiers and go out to help Sir Kay!”
“It is impossible. You are obliged to remain here and guard the Round Table. This is the order of Sir Kay, who is in charge of the regency!”
“Ha-, that damn order.”
The copper-skinned Tristan raised his head, let out a deep sigh, and then continued with a grimace.
“I will tell you frankly. It wouldn’t be strange if the Roman army crossed the wall at any time. Right now, the 13 knights closest to the throne are bleeding outside. But what left me here with you!”
-bang!
Tristan hit the dragon statue to the right of the door with his fist.
With a ‘bush’ sound, the stone statue that looked brave was turned into powder and rolled to the ground.
“Isn’t it because you keep staring at the empty throne and getting in the way of battle—!”
“Kuhm… … .”
“that… … That is… … .”
Tristan’s roar silences the knights.
As he said, the main knights were already blocking the Roman army at the wall.
The reason Kay left Tristan to watch the unknown Knights of the Round Table was because, although he was a person who argued against Lancelot’s plan, his loyalty to King Arthur and his military strength were exceptional.
‘A knight of the round table who is a foreigner.’
With this title alone, Tristan’s loyalty and skill to the king were verified.
“Sir Lancelot has no idea where he is or what he is doing at this point.”
In pity, Tristan lamented.
With Lancelot, the strongest knight of the Round Table, it was clear that the situation would be better than now, so Lancelot’s absence was painfully close to me now, when each and every knight’s strength was lacking.
“If you’re going to do this, return the strongest at the Round Table and go…” … .”
The moment Tristan, who had squeezed out all the air remaining in his lungs with a sigh, lowered his head and was about to go out the door.
There was something caught by Tristan’s sharp senses that had reached the ranks of superhumans.
It’s presence.
The thing felt outside the door was burning fiercely, letting everyone know that an unusual person was standing in front of the door.
after a while
– Kiki profit.
Iron hinges fold and an unpleasant sound engulfs the round table.
With that sound, the door opened, revealing the hallway.
The hallway made of bright stones, the ceiling has already disappeared, as if it had been destroyed by catapult.
and under the pouring sunlight.
“Did you covet the position of the strongest at the Round Table? Tristan.”
Shining iron armor, the strongest knight of the Round Table appeared.
“Uh-, huh?! Sir Lancelot!?”
radiant blonde. From the silver armor covering the whole body to the blue cloak covering the back. It was undoubtedly Lancelot, who had disappeared three months ago.
Seeing Tristan’s bewildered expression, Lancelot sneered and continued, looking around the inside of the round table.
“I’m sorry, but could you defer the challenge to a later date? There are more important and urgent matters than that.”
“Uh, uh. don’t… … .”
“Thank you.”
Looking at Lancelot who was jokingly talking, Tristan nodded in a bewildered state until a moment ago.
What had happened in the meantime so that it only appeared now?
Rumor has it that they are planning to dig a tunnel and escape Guinevere.
With his gleaming armor and well-marked sword, he seemed far from the man in the ground.
As Tristan looked over Lancelot like that, he felt something strange, and he soon understood why.
It’s so quiet.
Clearly, the Knights of the Round Table, who used evil to fight against Tristan until Lancelot appeared, fell silent for a single moment.
Instead, their eyes were on Lancelot’s back.
Faced with the large Lancelot, Tristan couldn’t see behind him, so he didn’t know what they saw and why they were silent.
However.
“Comrades. I waited a long time.”
Lancelot stretches out his arm.
His arms stretched out to the left and right were covered in armor that reflected the sun’s rays and glowed, making him look like a servant of a god who had descended to the Human World.
The eyes of the Knights of the Round Table were busy following his actions.
“After the death of the king. The Round Table was divided, divided into several factions, and fought against each other repeatedly. While the country was in chaos, the foreign enemies began to stir as if they had been waiting, and right away, the heart of Britain!”
Lancelot clenched his fists.
He was obviously nowhere to be seen in Camelot, but Lancelot spoke with conviction, sentence by sentence, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
“We marched toward Camelot.”
At his words, the greedy knights begin to nod one by one.
For not a single word was wrong, and not a single word was incorrect.
“The empty throne, the successor who never appears. Our allies divide over and over again, but the enemies unite in one place and aim for our hearts.”
-bang!!!
Lancelot, who had been shaking his fists that had been raised in front of his face, slammed the table, and everyone could not hear it.
“It is something to be ashamed of. Most of those who care about the country have already fallen on the battlefield, but there are still some who remain.”
Looking at Lancelot, who leaned forward on the table, Tristan had a vague idea of what he was talking about.
“We—!”
he is.
“We must unite as one—!”
I’m talking unity.
“I know better than anyone that each person at the Round Table is a champion worth one hundred. However, the reason why you have been unable to find your way until now is simply because there is no guide in front of you to lead you, isn’t it?”
The knights of the round table flinched as they met Lancelot’s eyes.
Tristan looked at him and nodded.
Certainly, the round table was in a brain-dead state, unable to do anything because the center of gravity had disappeared.
But at the same time, I had my doubts.
Certainly, with Lancelot’s strength and leadership, he would be able to assemble the Knights of the Round Table in a short period of time.
But what next?
After defeating Rome?
After driving out the foreign powers of the north, what?
Then what about the endless future?
Lancelot, can you, a mere Knight of the Round Table, carry it?
Surrounded by doubts, Tristan felt dizzy as if he had been hit in the back of the head by Lancelot’s next words.
“That’s why I brought you.”
The eyes of the knights focused on Lancelot. Lancelot removed his hand from the desk and stepped aside, holding one arm in front of his chest in a military manner.
Tristan, who knew the meaning of the salute, was horrified.
‘Lancelot?! you… … ?!’
Because the military rites Lancelot had done were for knights to offer only to their lord.
“Worship the new Master of the Round Table! Praise, the descendant of the red dragon and the successor of King Arthur—!”
A knight hidden behind Lancelot stepped forward and began approaching the round table.
“—Modred.”
The first Mordred Tristan saw was blood red.
Iron armor reminiscent of dragon scales.
A red cloak covering the whole body.
It was as if the two elements were combined to wrap the dragon’s scales all over the body.
From the back of the young heir walking accustomed to the round table, the mantle red like the blood of a young Arthur could be seen overlapping.
King Arthur stands in front of a rock.
Mordred sits on the round table.
Arthur grabbed the sword of selection.
Mordred also grabbed the handle of the sword.
Amidst the astonishment and confusion of the villagers, King Arthur drew his sword from the rock.
In the astonishment and confusion of the Round Table, Mordred pulled out the sword embedded in the Round Table.
The sword, which seemed unlikely to be pulled out no matter what kind of merchant came, even if King Arthur’s nephew Gawain came, was lightly drawn.
The descendant of King Arthur, who was holding the sword of choice, looked down at the round table and opened his mouth.
“Round Table, prepare to launch.”
With just one word, the knights rose from their seats and grabbed their swords.
* * *
Looking at the round table holding the sword at Mordred’s words, I nodded.
This battle will be Lancelot’s final and final battle.