I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Between the entire throne, the world that was originally shrouded in golden light suddenly received a new wave of energy. Although it was also golden, the light did not come from the Lion King's Holy Lance Lungomeniad.

"Your light... I've seen it before..." The Lion King's emotionless eyes fluctuated a few times, and he suddenly raised his forehead.

Even the brilliance from the Holy Lance slowly dissipated.

"Return the holy sword... wait, the light that appeared on his right arm, could it be the sword of the vowed victory!?" On the side of Chaldea, Roman observed the fluctuating shock emanating from the wrist guard on the coming knight. call.

With the arrival of this knight, the atmosphere suddenly became weird on the occasion that was ready to go.

Roman thought carefully for a few minutes in the attitude of a scholar: "But according to our information on the Knights of the Round Table this time, knights like Gareth and Kai who refused to go on the same path with the Lion King have failed in their rebellion... This is from Lancelot. Things confirmed there.

What's more, if you think of the legend of returning the holy sword, King Arthur's holy sword came from the spirit of the lake, and the holy sword was returned by the "servant knight" in the final place of death.Your Excellency, is one of the three knights who originally served King Arthur like Gawain in the legend, Bedivere, right? "

The knight... Bedivere didn't respond, and stared at the Lion King with a surprised expression in front of him.

He didn't have too much contact with Chaldea, but about the people in the Chaldea group and the existence of abnormal elements - "Durin Gordo" has been fully understood.

Bedivere held the silver arm tightly, and the burning sensation and slight pain from above made him frown.

He said to Du Lin with difficulty: "...I'm sorry, the director of Chaldea. The sins caused by our round table, but you bear the price... But all of this will end here."

"Director, he seems to be..." Roman said hesitantly.

He wanted to say that the knight's attitude from appearance to now seems to be saying, 'Don't interfere, this is the internal solution of the Knights of the Round Table'

"Hmm." It's never that easy to solve it internally.

This is not as simple as simply robbing monsters.

"Woo... that light, and who are you..." The Lion King suddenly covered his head, and pain appeared on his face, as if a certain singer emperor in Rome was suffering from a headache and illness.

Looking at this scene, Durin narrowed his eyes and stared at the wrist of the incoming knight Bedivere.

The next moment, Bedivere groaned tightly and suddenly stretched his arms.

"Hold on to the sword, Silver Arm (Switch On Agateram)—!"

The dazzling light suddenly trembled between the thrones, and a ruthless light stabbed at the painful Lion King. The knight's eyes did not hide his loyalty, but his actions stabbed at the serving king resolutely.

"Please rest, my king."

The Lion King, who was standing between the thrones, didn't react at all. A golden sword of vowed victory struck him, pierced the table and chair in front of him, and directly met her.

The golden sword approached 1 meter before her in an instant, and then seemed to be 50 centimeters, 30 centimeters, 10 centimeters in slow motion... until it was in front of the Lion King's heart.

One hand grabbed the golden holy sword.

Chi!

"How come..." Bedivere opened his eyes wide.

A smear of blood spattered from the blood-stained slender palm, and the Lion King held his brain nerves with a splitting headache, as if some kind of long-term memory was about to wake up, but he resisted this under the assimilation posture of the Holy Spear.

In the state of the Holy Lance and the original memory, there is a so-called "emotional" loophole.

"Ah...Sword of Promised Victory...I see. And the name Bedivere...I can't remember it. Well, I clearly remember the name, but I can't remember anything."

The Lion King covered his head, stared at the knight in front of him and said, "Leave these aside, why did you assassinate me?"

Bedivere said silently, "This is... my repentance and sin."

"Sin? It's true... You are hiding sins. Sorry, the soul of the holy gun is only enough to hold 500 people, and you have no chance."

In front of him, Bedivere's sword of vowed victory has not yet been withdrawn.

The Lion King held the Holy Sword in one hand, raised the Holy Spear in the other hand, and pierced Bedivere mercilessly. .

Bedivere opened his eyes wide...

Is this the end...

From Avalon awakened to stone, this is the end of the long journey.

In order to see the figure of the king, in order to truly save that lonely figure that keeps moving forward...he arrived here.

Roman was surprised: "Is the Lion King going to execute his own knight!?"

Bedivere's appearance was too cold and mysterious.

He is like the pale character in countless games who "weakens the invincible final BOSS state to a certain extent in the final level" to fight for the protagonist's team, and then obediently go to get the lunch.

And now, he is exercising this mission.

"Director—!" Roman whispered.

To be honest, in such a short period of time, it is basically impossible for him to understand the whole situation of a person, and naturally there is no panic.

But one thing Roman is very clear about is that the existence of this Bedivere can give the Lion King a headache.

"Yes, I know."

Whoosh-!

Du Lin's figure floated a wisp of smoke and dust on the spot between the thrones, and instantly disappeared from the quiet and dynamic perspective around him and appeared in front of the Lion King in an instant.

"Are you going to resist? Pure soul." The Lion King said aloofly.

"Assassination techniques are used like this, it's really bad enough." A voice sounded not in response to the Lion King, but from Bedivere.