Episode 200
Opening of Heaven (7)
Elizabeth tilted her head at the soft voice in her head.
It’s a voice I’ve heard somewhere. Even though my memory is fuzzy, if I look familiar, it’s definitely a voice involved in an incident that will stick in my mind… … .
‘I can’t remember when.’
I narrowed my eyebrows and searched my memory, but nothing came out.
Looking around, Desiree and Anya did not participate in the battle as requested by the golden sun, and watched their duel with sweat on their hands.
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Jack also slumped in his seat. Just stroking the sword body and estimating the number of the two. Doesn’t even look at this side.
[Oh-! That ruthlessness that lingers on the words of the opposing knight! Against a vile enemy who uses poison, it is also unreasonable to wage a normal war of attrition.]
Maybe she was bored while lost in thought.
The owner of the voice chattered loudly in his head as if watching a sports game.
Hearing that voice, why does it remind me of Buckingham Palace’s mother – the Queen – watching a soccer match?
Of course, in the memory of the queen, there was a half-eaten beer can in her hand.
“excuse me… … .”
[That’s right-! Break the horse’s leg so bad!!!]
“hey… … ?”
[no?! Instead of hitting the knight there, you should have ripped through the stomach while rolling under the horse!]
“Hey!!”
[…] … yes?]
Obviously, the tone is solemn and warm, but I don’t know why the tone is so frivolous.
The first serious image had long since disappeared from Elizabeth’s mind.
“Did schizophrenia come… … .”
[Kuhmm—, treating the king who saw it as hallucinations! Words are rude!]
“… … I understand, so don’t scream.”
[Damn the witch doctor. After boasting so much about sending it to Lancelot’s side, it’s really dumbfounded to send it to a guy who treats it like hallucinations.]
Elizabeth, who was wrapping her forehead, felt a sense of incongruity for a moment.
‘Lancelot… … ? Why is that name here now?’
It was because the name of a person who was more than hundreds of years old was inserted in the middle.
[Why, why? Because the king is his master.]
“… … How can you hear everything?”
[OK. It’s in your head in the first place, did you think you wouldn’t hear it thinking inside? He is truly a proud descendant.]
For a moment, ahem, at the pompous voice, Elizabeth felt chicken skin sprouting along her forearm.
[Anyway, you have a pretty good knight under your command. The overall balance is just right. If there is a chance, I would like to bring it to the round table.]
Unknowingly, he stroked his arms, and the unknown voice continued.
‘No, no, no. Wait a minute what are you?! Who the hell are you to say such a thing casually?’
Hopefully the others can hear it, Elizabeth turned her head and muttered quietly.
She gritted her teeth and her voice sounded a bit muffled, but that wasn’t the point.
[I saw the king, did you mean it?]
‘Yes, you. Who the hell are you to come into my head and make this mess?!’
Her voice answered with a grin at her whisper. A kind of laughter mixed with a bit of ridicule, ‘How dare you ask that?’
[Well, if you are the one who embraces the soul of the king you just saw, you can reveal a little bit.]
Upon hearing that laugh, a line of blood rushed to Elizabeth’s temple.
‘what?! Who is this narcissist? I can’t stand it.’ A roar erupted from her mouth.
[This king is the savior who prevented the division of the kingdom.]
‘What, what?’
moment.
The mood of the voice changed.
The tone, which only felt frivolous, suddenly became more solemn than I had ever seen before.
[Britain’s great hero who drove out the invasion of the Roman Empire and ended the war—.]
In an instant, someone’s back figure caught my eye.
Standing on top of the castle wall, he or she was covered in iron armor. He wasn’t very tall, but his back looked stronger than anyone else.
A red cloak fluttered along the solid back.
Elizabeth was fascinated and carved the image into her cornea. It seemed like it was right in front of my eyes, so I felt like I could talk to it.
A hand goes out towards her.
It was certainly lofty and beautiful, but in Elizabeth’s eyes, it looked so lonely.
‘If she is a king according to her words, she is the loneliest king in the world.’
[Descendants of the Red Dragon. The one who draws the sword of selection again—.]
At the end of the wall, she turns her head.
Her blonde hair, which she could barely see, swayed in the wind. It’s the same color as you. Elizabeth noticed then.
‘You look just like me?!’
There were subtle differences, but the guy who called himself a great hero on the wall was exactly like himself. Even the eyes are red.
who is that person
Who the hell is it that makes such a lonely expression with a face like mine?
[The owner of the round table.]
For a moment, Elizabeth felt as if she had been hit hard in the back of the head.
The last sentence was decisive. If you put her words together, isn’t there only one character?
The king who defended ancient Britain, drove out the Roman army, and drew the sword of choice.
This is called the descendant of the red dragon.
and the master of the round table.
There is only one owner of the round table in the world.
When she was young, she vowed to become a ‘knight’. The king who thought he wanted to follow.
‘Ah, King Arthur?!’
Are you saying that the owner of the voice I hear right now is King Arthur?
Elizabeth felt her heart pounding. I don’t know why it’s me However, the feeling of elation that her childhood idol had chosen her filled her heart.
I embraced my pounding heart and waited for her next words.
[It’s Mordred.]
“What, fuck?”
My expectations were shattered in an instant.
* * *
[Sir, what a fucking bitch?! What kind of vulgar words?!]
“I thought it was King Arthur… … . I thought it was King Arthur… … . I thought it was King Arthur… … .”
Elizabeth muttered in rapt voice, and sat down in her seat, not caring whether the sand dug into the hem of her trousers.
‘what’s this… … A strange eater came along… … .’
[Hey, a parasite?! Words are too harsh—!]
“No, then you’re a food bug, aren’t you? What is it that you have for me, is there anything good? Looking into other people’s heads carelessly.”
[That’s right… … .]
“And wasn’t Mordred a man? What’s wrong with your voice again?”
[…] … The gender of this king is female.]
Elizabeth, who raised her ringed eyes and tied her hair, let out a deep sigh.
Mordred was a hero. Among the modern Awakeners, there were some who followed in the footsteps of heroes of the past and used their powers in modern times.
but.
A hero is also a hero.
How many followers will see favor with the son who rebelled against their idol?
It can be said to be the worst match.
‘How the hell did you come in, I’m sure I didn’t have a consciousness of possession or a separate “prayer”… … .’
Even though Elizabeth is showing off her hatred now, it was not easy to accept the ‘Hero’s Fragment’.
Even if he did a ‘relevant action’ with a ‘relevant artifact’ on a ‘relevant day’ with the hero he wanted to accept, and raised the probability to the limit, the probability of success was extremely low.
The ceremony of accepting the hero’s fragment was not performed on a national level for nothing.
[I performed the possessing ritual on my side. Originally, I should have entered right away, but I couldn’t set foot in your world as if it was blocked by a solid barrier. Then, the moment you set foot in this desert, the barrier became thin and you came in quickly.]
‘So why did you call me descendant?’
[Because possessing a blood relative with the most similar ‘characteristics’ was the least likely.]
In a word, it was said that he was chosen because he was the most ‘like’ among Mordred’s relatives.
The low probability there was that it was covered because the other side wanted it.
It’s definitely a good thing if a hero dwells… … .
Elizabeth could not erase her sullen expression.
It is said that people die and leave their names behind, but very few have decorated a page in the history book.
There are also few people who can remember. Countless people there disappeared without leaving a single name.
Compared to him, Mordred is the great hero who decorated the end of King Arthur.
Although the end was the destruction of the kingdom and the death of King Arthur, it was clear that his skills would be certain.
‘No, wait. Am I not going to eat my country later?’
If Mordred was a woman, he must have been a princess… … . Being called a descendant of dragons, there was a time when I became a dragon due to Jack’s trick in front of me.
There were so many overlapping points that it gave me goosebumps.
That moment.
‘bang!!!’ An explosion was heard that shook the heavens.
Elizabeth, startled, turns her gaze there and sees a rider on a white horse rolling on the ground and a golden sun holding Yeriel in her hand.
Elizabeth’s mouth fell open at the sight.
“[The Rider of the White Horse]… … How did you defeat him so easily!?”
[…] … It was a natural result.]
Mordred interjected quietly into Elizabeth’s self-talk.
For a moment, the veins were about to sprout again in Elizabeth’s temples, but she shook her head and whispered inwardly:
‘Why did it end like that?’
[that is… … .]
At Elizabeth’s whisper, Mordred let out a quiet voice as if he noticed, and was silent for a while before continuing.
[The enemy’s cavalry was excellent. But that’s it. He didn’t seem familiar with hand-to-hand combat. Judging from the fact that the horse he rode turned into white bones and the magical explosions that occurred in between, I thought he was probably a sorcerer or wizard.]
‘… … so?’
A look of surprise crossed Elizabeth’s face.
[I don’t know why, but the enemy called the ‘white horse rider’ and the blonde swordsman were both constantly losing their mana. Judging from the fact that there was no magical presence, there was no special magic circle, and it was obvious that it was influenced by the terrain itself.]
‘… … .’
[The boy with the sword must have been raised as a knight. I don’t know why that mage didn’t use magic, which is his main power, but the battle between the mage and the swordsman. Besides, the boy’s level doesn’t seem low… … .]
‘… … .’
[A battle of attrition in a situation where both are constantly taking damage. Even if there is a difference in skill between a swordsman and a magician, it would be strange if he lost in a fight with all of the enemy’s arms and legs tied.]
‘How did you do that all at once… … ?’
[It’s a law to see as much as you know.]
‘… … Leave out the last sentence.’
* * *
I looked down at the rider of the white horse who had fallen in front of me.
“Cool—. what the hell are you… … .”
As he coughs, a handful of blood gushes out of his mouth. Looking at the rider on the dying white horse, I felt that everything was ready.
When I turned my head and looked at Anya and Jack behind me, there seemed to be nothing unusual.
thank god. Preparing to penetrate the dimension in the Holy Apocalypse would have made the gap thinner and allowed people to come over from the other side as well.
I twisted the corner of my mouth. I am no longer interested in dying prey.
The dimension ‘gate’ to the upper world that they half-opened.
‘My class’ that has risen to the Seven Deadly Sins.
A swordsmanship that has transcended humans and reached the “realm of a god.”
Long ago, Hercules established ‘the western end of the world’ by erecting a pillar in the Straits of Gibbrotor. His ‘act’ made the result of becoming a ‘constellation’ that was admired along with other feats.
then.
Shouldn’t the ‘eastern end of the world’ also be fixed?
‘The first golden sun’… … .
No, what I failed to achieve originally.