"king."
Lancelot knelt on the ground.
"I have ensured that the chosen one will enter the Holy Capital, but..."
Lancelot's expression became a little difficult.
"You may speak frankly, Sir Lancelot."
The Lion King sat on the jade throne and cast his gaze, looking at the knight in purple armor.
In the royal court where the light shone, several other knights stood silently.
Said to be several other knights, actually...
The only ones who still maintained their human appearance were Gawain, Aguen, and Lancelot who was kneeling over there.
Gareth and Mordred were already standing at the round table in the body of a humble king, while Tristan, who had also just transformed into the body of a humble king, was twitching while trying to maintain his knees. posture.
Dragons were flying outside, making the entire so-called "King of Camelot" look nondescript.
Rather - is this still the royal court of Camelot that belongs to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?
Lancelot glanced at Tristan and sighed softly, with a hint of hidden anger and sorrow in his lowered eyes.
"On the way back, I received an invitation from Lord Tristan to attack the village in the mountains with him and clear the way for the king." Lancelot raised his head and hid his emotions well. "But... the fighting power of the place is far beyond our imagination."
"In addition to the rebels Anno, Bedivere, Bindu, Percival, and the false King of Pretenders, they also have several other servants." Lancelot said in a deep voice. , "Even though Tristan tried his best to kill the rebel Bindu, he still turned into...this sad look."
"This is not your fault, Lancelot, raise your head." The Lion King's voice came from above, echoing in the royal court, "The preparation of the holy spear has entered the countdown, and there is no need to fight for anything from now on. distressed."
"The king's plan to incinerate human reason has succeeded, and we can already do it before that..."
"Then - King." Lancelot did raise his head and looked at the Lion King on the throne at the top. There was a hint of sullenness hidden in his voice, "Then why are you? You want to liberate the aboriginal village. Where is the holy spear?"
"Since we can complete the countdown before the final result occurs, why do we have to impose such horrific methods on this land?" Lancelot asked with a trembling voice, "I understand, in order to do it as soon as possible To control the situation of the entire land, some almost terrifying decisions are necessary, but——"
"You have never pointed the light of the holy spear at the refugee settlement, nor...should you have done so!"
"So, I dare to doubt whether this is the king's choice. Whether such a terrifying and appalling choice is the king's choice."
Lancelot tried to see clearly the eyes of the Lion King on the Amyrlin Throne, but——
The light was so bright that he could not see clearly.
"This is the king's throne, Sir Lancelot." Agguiwen stood on the spot and mentioned it in a serious way.
Lancelot didn't even look at him, but chose to lower his head, waiting for the Lion King's answer...or punishment.
He really couldn't figure it out.
Although when he felt the frightening magic power of the holy spear coming to his head, he quickly retreated with Gareth and Tristan, but——
Things shouldn't be like this.
Even if they didn't clear out the rebels in the East Village, things shouldn't be like this.
Doubt, wavering, and many emotions were mixed in Lancelot's heart.
His blessing is called [Mourning], which not only gives him the blessing of magic power and the ability of a professional [ruler], but most importantly, it also gives him an ability that is not really an ability.
Don’t sacrifice for righteousness, and look at the overall situation from a human perspective.
The Lion King is a dictatorial king, and Lancelot knows this very well, but he still joins the Lion King's camp, because in his heart, like Mordred, he always carries his love for King Arthur. Feeling guilty about Britain, although he did not know who the real culprit was and could not investigate, he and Mordred did trigger a riot in the royal court, causing a riot on Camlann for the Knights of the Round Table and even the whole of Britain. Disaster.
But now... Lancelot still asked this question, even after asking this question, he might have his head taken away by this king.
He doesn't understand, let alone understand.
He needs an answer, even if the answer costs him death.
"Agegui Wenqing, please be patient. As for the knight, as long as I make no mistakes, I will give you my own answer." The Lion King's voice still sounded so cold, without even a trace of emotion, " That was my decision."
"Please tell me why."
Lancelot lowered his head and continued to ask in a deep voice.
"If there is no reason...I will not accept such a decision!"
"Lancelot!" Agguiwen frowned, not even using the honorific "Qing".
Lancelot still ignored him, knelt on one knee and buried his head deeply.
"It's very simple, Sir Lancelot." The Lion King spoke again, and she still chose to answer Lancelot's questions.
"This is to avoid accidents."
"Although we have ignored them, there are still many refugees hiding in the mountains."
"In order to activate the holy spear, I chose to occupy their holy land. Even if this is the loot I deserve, they will still complain."
"I will allow this kind of complaint to exist, but, even so, I will still occupy this place, because the burning of human reason has almost reached its end, and this is no choice."
"In this case, refugees with complaints and hostility towards the Holy City have become a threat."
The Lion King said, Lancelot bowed his head and listened.
However, his hands were already clenched.
He probably guessed what the Lion King would say next.
"The holy spear was not pointed at their place of residence before, just because such behavior would arouse more intense resistance, but it is different now. Now the holy spear has entered a countdown."
"Under these circumstances, I can no longer allow the threat to exist."
"I never care about the gains and losses of one or two people, Lancelot, remember your mission." The Lion King looked at the kneeling Lancelot and said in a deep voice, "Reserving the last hope for mankind is I should do it later.”
"And... the current East Village has not yet been destroyed. Tristan needs to be retrained in the Holy Capital. Your mission is not yet completed."
"They are heading towards the desert now. If they are allowed to form an alliance with the Sun King, that result is not what we want to see."
"So, let's go, Lancelot."
"Keep fighting for me."
