The Troubles of the Holy Maiden [Comprehensive]

In the city of Camelot, Arturia packed her expedition packing with a straight expressionless face.

At the request of the ministers and the Knights of the Round Table, Camelot will make an expedition to France on the grounds of cleaning up the rebellion, and King Arthur will personally lead the team to embark on this distant journey.

At this time, a knock on the door interrupted Artoria's thoughts.

"Please come in." Arturia stopped wiping the weapon and looked back.

The person who came was Mordred, a rising star in the Knights in recent years. Although he was not tall and strong, he was nimble and talented, and he was highly valued by the seniors of the Knights.It's just that this person is a bit strange, always wearing armor and a helmet, almost no one has seen his appearance under the mask.

Artoria doesn't like this person very much because of Guinevere's affairs, but she is just, as an idealized king, she will not treat Mordred unfairly because of her personal preferences.

"Your Majesty." Mordred stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Artoria.

"Please get up, what's the matter?" Artoria asked calmly.

Mordred hesitated, but said as if he had made up his mind: "Your Majesty, I heard that you left Sir Gawain to supervise the country, and you intend to let him be your successor."

Artoria frowned slightly, and asked back: "Does this matter have anything to do with you? You just need to do your part."

Mordred was taken aback by Artoria's words, and then began to unbutton the helmet on his face.When the helmet was taken down by Mordred, it was Altria who was stunned on the spot.

Under the mask was a long face very similar to Artoria's.

Mordred looked at Artoria's surprised face, and said with some pride: "I think I am more qualified to be your heir than Gawain. He is just your nephew, and I am your son!"

Arturia was directly annoyed and laughed: "Even if you look similar to me, I'm only in my 20s now, how can I have a son as old as you?"

Mordred bit his lip and explained: "I am indeed your biological son, my mother is Lady Morgan Le Fay."

Arturia suddenly realized: "Sister Wang, so she took my blood to do this!" She looked at the young man in front of her with some complexity, and he was not so much her own son as her clone.

Artoria pondered for a moment, and said, "Then you are indeed my son." She looked at Mordred's joyful face, and continued, "However, I will not admit your identity, let alone Let you be my heir."

As if struck by lightning, Mordred asked loudly, "Why? Am I not your son? Shouldn't I be more qualified? You don't even have a queen, so where can you find an heir? Am I not Is it the best choice?"

Artoria's face darkened: "You have no right to mention her! You and your mother know the whole story of that incident best!"

Mordred's face was pale, and he asked with trembling lips, "Is that the reason? Because I drove your wife away, you denied me!"

Artoria replied indifferently: "That's not the reason, I didn't choose you, it's because you don't have the stamina of a king!" She paused, and then said: "If you want to stay in Camelot, then stay, now, go back to Camelot." At your post!"

Mordred staggered away, leaving only Artoria looking at her back with a complicated expression.

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Before leaving, Merlin found Arturia.

"Al, this time I won't follow you to the Eastern Expedition. I have a question, and I hope to get your answer before you leave."

Artoria respected Merlin very much, especially after Fran helped Artoria untangle her heart, she was no longer so resistant to Merlin.She looked at Merlin's seldom serious face, and nodded seriously: "Excuse me, Teacher Merlin."

Merlin looked at the saber at Artoria's waist and exclaimed: "This is the sword of the vowed victory, it is really an extraordinary craftsmanship, and it is not an exaggeration to be classified as a holy sword."

Artoria didn't know why, but she untied the sword and handed it to Merlin, saying, "You know, the sword of vowed victory, the sword of wheel-turning victory, and the undestroyed lake are all Fran's swords. It is also the most precious treasure she left to me."

Merlin nodded, gently stroked the golden and blue scabbard of the Sword of Oath of Victory with his hand, and returned the sword.

Seeing Artoria put the sword back around her waist again, Merlin suddenly asked, "Al, if I asked you to choose between the sword and the scabbard, which one would you choose?"

Artoria was at a loss and didn't understand why Merlin asked this question, but she answered honestly: "Although they are equally precious to me, if I have to choose, I choose the sword. Only by holding it, I can keep fighting."

When Merlin heard Artoria's words, countless illusions seemed to flash in his eyes, he couldn't help covering his eyes, and took two steps back slightly staggeringly.

Seeing this, Arturia reached out to help Merlin, and asked worriedly, "Teacher Merlin, what's wrong with you?"

Merlin stabilized his figure, stood up straight again, and replied, "Don't worry, I'm fine." He paused for a moment, and then said, "Artoria, I'm going back to Avalon."

Artoria was taken aback when she heard the words, and asked back, "What did you say?"

Merlin looked at Artoria and said seriously, "I mean, I'm going back to Avalon after you set off."

Artoria stared blankly at Merlin, and asked, "Why? Is there something wrong with me? Fran left, and now you are leaving too. Why?"

Merlin evoked his familiar frivolous smile, and replied: "Of course it's because little Al has grown up! You are already a qualified king, and I have completed my mission!" Merlin giggled With a smile, he continued: "However, I still have a promise that I haven't fulfilled. I promised someone that when I complete the mission of assisting you, I will go back to Avalon and wait for her. I don't want her to find a place. But I, the host, missed the appointment!"

Arturia twitched the corners of her lips, didn't ask anything, and finally said nothing.

Merlin suddenly bent down, staring seriously at Arturia's eyes.

"Artoria, promise me one last thing."

"You must carry the scabbard of the Sword of Oath of Victory with you, absolutely, absolutely must not lose it!"

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During King Arthur's Eastern Expedition, the rebellious knight Mordred spread rumors that King Arthur was dead in Camelot, and united a part of the army to launch a rebellion.

King Arthur, who was far away in France, heard the news and hurried back home with his personal guards. Unexpectedly, he was intercepted by the troops led by Mordred at the Hill of Swords, and a tragic civil war began.

In the end, the heroic King Arthur pierced Mordred with the barrel of his spear, but was seriously injured by Nizi's dying blow.

Arturia supported her falling body with a spear, half kneeling on the ground.The battlefield was silent, with dried blood and stumps all over the place, only broken flags whistling in the wind.

Arturia panted heavily, looking at the red sunset in the west, she felt her eyelids also heavy.In a trance, the light spots in the sky gathered, and finally gathered into a scene that would only appear in her dreams.

"Fran..."

Arturia felt that Fran greeted her, ignoring the blood stains all over her body, and hugged herself lightly.

"Fran, am I going to die? Are you here to pick me up?" Artoria asked softly.

Fran didn't answer, but said with some complaints: "Didn't I tell you to take the scabbard with you? Why did you still lose it!"

"I'm sorry, Fran, I'm sorry." Artoria said angrily.

Fran sighed: "Stop talking, I won't let you die." Having said that, Fran leaned forward lightly, and a kiss fell on Artoria's forehead full of messy hair , launched the most advanced healing technique among the skills of the Celestial Race.

'Secret Technique: Breath of the Archangel. '

This healing magic requires a lot of mana, but as long as the target is alive, they can be resurrected with full blood.

Light golden wings of light spread out from behind Fran, she gently supported Artoria's cheek, her body seemed to be floating in the air.

Drenched in the light around her, Artoria's face turned rosy little by little, and gradually became healthy.

Arturia looked at Fran, who flapped her light wings lightly in front of her, and grasped her wrist.

"Fran!"

Fran stared at Arturia and said softly, "Sorry, Arturia, this time, I really have to leave."

After finishing speaking, the beautiful figure turned into dots of light and slowly disappeared from Artoria's vision...

Seeing that the last handful of floating light spots in her hand gradually became empty, Artoria knelt down on the ground with a plop, two lines of tears silently slid down her bloody cheeks.In the end, the reinforcements who came saw the unscathed King Arthur kneeling on the dark brown land of Sword Lane Hill, covering his face and crying in pain.

What are you crying for?Artoria didn't know if it was her comrades who were killed or injured, the betrayal of her subjects, the fruitlessness of the Eastern Expedition, Fran's departure, or her own lost... hopeless feelings...

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On the tower of Avalon, Merlin looked out of the window expressionlessly, and the white bird flew past the window, bringing him the message of the wind.Merlin opened the compass in his hand, and the pointer of the compass started to move, and finally turned round and round without stopping.

In the French castle, Lancelot received a letter from Camelot, and his heart tightened.He opened the wooden box that he kept carefully and checked every day, and the small bag inside had lost its flickering light.

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In the end, King Arthur of Camelot did not survive his tenth year. He was seriously injured in a counter-insurgency and died soon.

At this time, there was only the last knight of the round table left beside her.

Artoria comforted Bedivere with a smile, looked at his face full of tears, and told him that death was just her way back, and she was not afraid.

"Bedivere, there is one more thing I'm asking you to do."

"After I die, I want to be buried in Avalon, so when the fairies come to meet them, give them my body and the sword of the vowed victory."

"Maybe, my tombstone and bones can wait for her in Avalon..."

Ten years of revenge for Shen Yuan, ten years of success and fame, 20 years of grievances, love and hatred, joys and sorrows, honors and disgraces, finally vanished.

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"Thus, the saga of Camelot has come to an end." The beautiful young woman gently closed the book in her hand, and said to the little girl lying on the bed hugging the quilt: "Okay, "The Legend of Camelot" "It's over, Rowena, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

The little girl with dark brown hair pouted cutely, and said coquettishly: "No, mom, I'm not sleepy yet, so tell me another story about Queen Guinevere trapping twelve cats in a maze." The chapter on the Griffin."

The young woman gently stroked the little girl's soft hair and asked, "Rowena, do you like Queen Guinevere very much?"

The little girl pouted and nodded, "Rowena also wants to become a wise, knowledgeable, powerful and beautiful witch like Queen Guinevere!"

The young woman tapped the tip of the girl's nose and said, "If Rowena wants to become a smart and beautiful witch, she should go to bed immediately. Staying up late will make her stupid and ugly!"

The little girl exclaimed in a low voice: "Really, mother?" After receiving the woman's affirmative answer, she immediately lay down on the bed and pulled up the quilt.

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night, dear baby, I wish you a sweet dream tonight!"