Tribute to the Demon King

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Chapter 83 I'm Proud Of You

At that moment, the endless sea stopped surging.

Bedivere's prosthetic limb melted from the fingertips, became transparent, and then turned into pure starlight, slowly sinking into the chest of the Lion King.

When his body lost the holy sword, the flesh and blood body that had already reached its limit began to disintegrate.

Bedivere's flesh and blood turned into clods, withered and cracked bit by bit, scattered all over the ground.

The fragments of flesh and blood that fell to the ground were shattered and turned into dust.

"It's just a human being... Relying on hands and feet that have turned into clods, actually..."

The Lion King struggled, trying to retreat from Bedivere's right hand.

But at that time, Zhou Yi had already grasped the tip of the Holy Spear.

The silver-gray lines unfurled, enveloping the pure white holy spear without hindrance.While the brilliance on the Holy Lance was suppressed by the silver-gray pattern, the actions of the Lion King were completely suppressed.

——In a sense, what he said was not wrong from the beginning.

He is really not King Arthur, nor King of Knights Arturia... because his true identity is the god who was assimilated by the Holy Lance, Rungomigniad.

When the holy sword returned to the Lion King's body, a dazzling brilliance suddenly burst out from her body.

Like a burst of dazzle, and like a miracle dissipating, several wings of light pierced out from behind her, almost extending to the sea of ​​​​ends behind her.

Her divinity was diluted.Instead, feelings belonging to humans also began to slowly regenerate.

"……who are you?"

Suppressing the severe pain in her chest, she asked Bedivere in a low voice: "Why did you do it... to this extent?",

"That's because I haven't forgotten your smile that day...my king."

Bedivere's body turned into mud, and while cracks appeared on his face, he showed a beautiful smile: "Although, I probably don't have the qualifications to hand you the holy sword. In the hands of people with good intentions, things entrusted to those who should be entrusted, and I have already..."

"Wait...don't do that!"

As the holy sword was slowly inserted into the Lion King's chest, the Lion King finally seemed to realize something, and for the first time showed a somewhat panicked look: "In this case, you will—"

"On behalf of the Knights of the Round Table, I would like to thank you."

Bedivere calmly ignored his disintegrating body.

His right shoulder, left hand, and left leg had completely turned into mud.

"I'm very sorry... for letting you bear that dark age alone."

He whispered.

It was they, the Knights of the Round Table, who forced the girl with an immature appearance to step onto the battlefield.

Galloping twelve battles.King Arthur is always at the forefront.

Abandon countless people for the sake of war, and countless enemies for victory.

In order to maintain the combat effectiveness of his subordinates, it is common practice to squeeze small villages to prepare army rations.

But for this kind of thing, the Cavaliers chose to oppose it as always.

For the knights, it was an unnecessary sacrifice, and it was also a disgraceful thing.Although none of them understood that there would be more victims if they didn't do this, none of the knights accepted this fact.

'That's what it takes to win.I hope everyone can be patient. '

She always said without hesitation, so firmly.

Probably there would not be a knight in this world who killed so many people like her and was hated by so many humans at the same time.

Meticulously measure state affairs and punish the people without deviation.Even in a war with foreign enemies, the princes who caused civil strife will be punished mercilessly.

That was undoubtedly the most efficient decision.

But in the eyes of the soldiers, she looked more ruthless than the former king Uther, or even Vortigern.

Finally, someone said so.

"—King Arthur, don't understand people's hearts."

No one blames the Cavaliers.Instead, they fear King Arthur even more.

In that era when everyone was in a mess and everyone had selfishness, the more perfect King Arthur was, the more he was feared and alienated by people.

Until the time came when Camelot, the pure white city, collapsed due to many disasters.

Until the end of King Arthur came.

"But, valiant king of knights, Lord Arthur... it was you who saved Britain. You are the star we love. From the beginning to the end."

Bedivere whispered, showing an almost serene smile: "My king, my majesty... now—no."

"...This time, I can finally return the sword."

Finally, the holy sword completely sank into the chest of the Lion King.

The holy spear in her hand also completely lost its last brilliance at that time, and began to peel off and shatter bit by bit.