[Comprehensive] Queen, can you swing your sword?

No one heard King Arthur's sad heart, and King Arthur himself was no longer entangled in the past that could not be changed, but instead concentrated on thinking about the rumors he had received.

On the crumpled piece of paper in the center of the palm, there are detailed descriptions of the rumors in the market, the affair with the knight, the Queen's intention to become the new king, etc., and King Arthur murmured softly.

"Although none of this is very possible, based on what I saw that day, Guinevere still loves me, but what if she knew that the person she admired was a woman!"

Under King Arthur's long hair, his exquisite face revealed an indifference that didn't match the sunshine, and his sharp green eyes seemed to be stalking a falcon.

"I can't bet on whether she will betray, not to mention that there is too much darkness in her hands. As the king of light, it is impossible to have such a queen, especially those who have been in the dark, and the propaganda is getting louder. Even if It’s just that I can’t completely obliterate those rumors.”

Pursing her lips, King Arthur's eyes couldn't hide the complexity. As a woman, her heart is undoubtedly soft, and as a king, she is even more cold-blooded and suspicious. Even if her methods are in line with chivalry, she is a true A knight, but have you ever seen that knight who is merciful to dark creatures, and now, her queen is going to become the monster she wants to kill?

Holding his forehead tightly with both hands, his eyes full of oppression and depression, King Arthur's bitter voice echoed in the study room, accompanied by the dim candlelight around him, which was uniquely desolate.

"Genevere, it's not that I don't want to kill you, but that I can only kill you because I am the king, the brightest king."

King Arthur, the embodiment of chivalry, was forced to make an unwilling decision six years after he ascended the throne, even though she knew she was doing the right thing.

After recovering from illness, Guinevere, who was relaxed by her maid Gran, came and went on a field trip. Sadly, she found that she hadn’t come out for a long time, and she was not familiar with the country’s roads. Guinevere lamented that she didn’t pay attention. you.If you decide to go back to the palace, take a good look at the map of Great Britain.

The local conditions and customs along the way, the children playing around, and the peddlers hawking, all remind Guinevere of the grand occasion she saw when she first went out and got married for the second time.Rubbing between his eyebrows, he asked in a low voice where it would be better for Gran to go?

Guinevere's action of lowering her head just now saved one of her. The blond hair on Gran's shoulders made Guinevere's pupils shrink, and her eyes immediately became sharp. Tight and vigilant, he whispered to Gran to return to the palace immediately, and kept guarding his surroundings, ignoring Gran's disappointed expression.

Guinevere felt relieved when she returned to her room, and sat down on the bed exhausted, touching the broken hair by her ears, feeling sincerely that it is really difficult for ordinary people to mix among alien species!It seems that the monitoring of the behavior of those alien species needs to be accelerated. The behavior of assassins has come out, so there is nothing to be afraid of. Even if it is not their own idea, it is not impossible to hire someone.

After walking to the table and giving the order to monitor the movements of the aliens, Guinevere sat down on the chair exhaustedly. There were so many things that I couldn't bear it. After saying this, something flashed in my brain for a moment. When I frowned and thought about it again, there was nothing left.

A feeling of suffocation condensed in the chest, Guinevere's complexion turned gloomy and cold, the dangerous nerve kept beating, as if ignoring something, biting her fingers, walking back and forth around the chair nervously, forgetting What, what did I forget?

It seemed that the feeling of being about to be suppressed exploded in her mind, followed by an uncontrollable drowsiness. Guinevere walked to the bed unconsciously, fell down, and the rose ring on her little finger gleamed. Ominous light.

There was a burst of condensed air in Guinevere's room, which was sleeping, but the door was opened. Glenn walked to Guinevere's bed with a faint coolness in her beautiful eyes, stretched out her hands, and stretched out her hands towards Guinevere. Er's neck, but changed direction halfway, changed clothes, covered the quilt, and left quietly as if he had never entered.

Glenn left Guinevere's room and went all the way back to her own room, folded her hands reverently, knelt down on the ground, and whispered all kinds of strange signs of Guinevere to the owner of the black cloak in front of her. , even took out several documents and handed them to the person in the black cloak in front of him, the unconcealable jealousy and gloom in his words distorted that beautiful face.

The man in the black cloak took the document silently, and without knowing what he did, he disappeared into the room out of thin air, leaving a faint glint in Gran's eyes, who was left alone.

The demon Davier in the distance rubbed the black feather with his fingertips happily, making a tsk-tsk sound.

"Human beings are really easy to play with. Just provoking a few words in sleep, someone will come to your door, willing to become a chess piece. Everyone is stupid as hell, and it's very interesting."

Blowing away the black wings in his hand, watching it turn into flying dust, narrowing his blue eyes happily, he smiled lightly and looked at the queen in the distant palace. His temperament, black service and black feathers scattered around him, just like the devil from hell, laughingly taking away people's souls.

A magnetic voice came from behind the devil, cold and emotionless, just like his identity, the prophet of fate, and anyone who can predict fate has paid the price, just like him, the beautiful tempered gold night eyes belong to Nightmare's eyes can't see anything, they are empty and sharp, with great contrast.

With a pair of non-human eyes open, Merlin glanced at the demon in front of him, and called out his identity indifferently.

"The spirit of nothingness, where did you come from, and why did you participate in the fate of Great Britain? You know that the gears of fate will crush what little soul you have left."

Davill smiled happily, and didn't care about the words of the creator of the Guardian of Destiny. Instead, he leaned over with a little excitement, and lifted Merlin's jaw. Under the cloak all year round, his cold and white skin was unexpectedly easy to touch. Davill narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, whispered to Merlin's lips, and sprayed his breath on his slightly pale face.

"Sorcerer Merlin, what on earth are you thinking? Let Guinevere become the queen, and stop her when she can change the future of Great Britain. The small gravel that turns the gears of fate can make him make mistakes, and even more so. What's more, there is you, the biggest anomaly, so simple to come to see me, the spiritual body you dare not see for hundreds of years, and so simple to move away the sharp sword that is approaching my neck, my The backlash effect left by the oath is not good, Merlin!"

The seemingly affectionate call, and the ambiguous approach just made the unmoving face slightly twist, and then explained his behavior indifferently.

"At first I thought that Great Britain was Great Britain, but Great Britain is not Great Britain, but it must be that Great Britain. It is just an order given by the universe, and it is also the original rule. You who have been close to space should know the existence of rules best. Guinevere is an odd number, you are an odd number, and I am an odd number, but there can only be two odd numbers in this space, and the weak will be eliminated first, and the weakest queen is not allowed to be excluded first Obliterate, because she is the queen, the man of destiny."

Listening to Merlin's magnetic voice, which is rare to say so much, Davill added with a low smile.

"So you designed me to meet Guinevere. When meeting different numbers, one of them will be excluded from the space. The weak Guinevere will definitely be occupied, and then I will become Guinevere, but you didn't Thinking that Guinevere is the most suitable queen in her heart, so the law changed and wanted to kill me, the moment I made a move against Guinevere."

Davill raised the corners of his lips, happily speaking out the original calculation slowly and rhythmically.

"But how could I die so easily! I became Guinevere's swearer, and Guinevere became the weakest and strongest existence. Because of her own weakness, she can make me commit suicide at any time , indirectly strangling my life, I am also her sword to cut off her evil path, I have become a contradictory existence, and because of my behavior, Guinevere's existence has become more unstable, and the law has indulged us It's been more than five years for the three different types, and now I can't help it! Merlin has been weakened a lot."

It was not as pale as before, covered by thick fog. Meilin's dark golden eyes looked at the spiritual body lightly, and he didn't have any sense of life and death in his words, just quietly continued.

"I am the prophet recognized by the law. Similarly, I am also a person stipulated by the law. Even if he can weaken me for the sake of balance, he will not obliterate me. Life and death will be determined by you and Guinevere. Of the two of you, you must be obliterated, but it is not necessarily the case now. Eliminating your sworn brand will weaken my already weak power, but it will not have a greater impact. This Great Britain is no longer You need a queen who is dyed black, and you who can make a shot are the most suitable choice."

Darville's joking voice became cold, he let go of the hand that was holding Merlin's jaw, and took a few steps back.

"That is to say, you can't kill anyway, because the law does not allow it, and the existence of a spiritual brand between Guinevere and I has been erased, and the unstable factor has become stable. The dispensable Guinevere, because the meaning of existence to Great Britain has disappeared, should be obliterated, but I, this demon, can survive, the previous ending is reversed, and the mortal ending becomes Guinevere .”

The devil raised the corners of his lips, his blue eyes were cold and hazy.

"Then Merlin, tell me, if I say that Guinevere doesn't want to die, will you tell me that I just need to commit suicide? Guinevere is still deserted, but she can live, and I will be wiped out .”

In Merlin's half-raised eyes, there seemed to be a sight in the empty eyes, and he silently despised Darville's redundant words.

"Tsk tsk."

Davier's reaction to Merlin is clear, but it's a pity that the toy he cultivated for so long is finally about to break, and he hasn't played enough yet!Turning his gaze to the palace, he seemed to have penetrated the barrier, saw the soft queen, and said grandly.

"Believe me, as a queen, instead of accepting forgiveness and becoming a nun to atone for sin, the queen is more willing to accept death. I, a black-stained demon, don't want to join in the fun. I am more worried about what will happen to the pure white demon who lost the queen's restraint. ? Restore the hostile state that once existed for a hundred years? Merlin? It will be very boring!"

Hiding a trace of regret in his eyes, he thought cynically, it seemed that his arrangement was about to turn into a deadly ending, Davill curled his lips, Guinevere!Although it is a dead end no matter where you are, I also hope that you can bring me a magnificent feast, after all, you are the queen I cultivated!hehe!

Merlin looked at the sky without saying a word, the silence around him was obvious and empty, and the cold tone also revealed the ruthlessness of the rules.

"This is fate, Davel, neither you nor I can escape, not to mention the queen herself, her existence is a variable, the law will not agree, Great Britain is doomed to destruction, and the king will also go to that end. "

"Sometimes I wonder if you are really human? Even if you have nightmare blood, you shouldn't be so ruthless."

Davel chuckled softly.

"Merlin, you love fate, and you are also played by fate. The game you arranged was broken by me, and mine was made because of your game. Nobles became pawns on the chessboard, but powerful assassins lurk behind the queen. You said, Which of us wins, or is this damn fate showing that all our fighting is futile because of our stupidity."

Davier said with a bit of self-abandonment, the slanted and elongated phoenix eyes were coldly filled with killing intent that could not be vented.

Merlin stopped Davill's outburst with just one sentence.

"If you are unwilling, go to death!"

Like a discouraged ball, Davel held back, glared at Merlin with a bulging face, as if the elegant smile on the mask was broken, and roared at this centuries-old enemy.

"Can you stop being so boring, anyway, the relationship between you and me is also considered to be in love and kill each other!"

Merlin lifted his hair indifferently and said indifferently.

"Don't put the messy things you read in the book on me."

Both of them know that the current joke is only to eliminate the helplessness of fate. In the final analysis, I am a human being whose fate is up to me. Word.

The author has something to say:

Tsk tsk, see it!Guinevere was a pawn from the beginning, so she had to die no matter what! !

By the way, how about you spreading flowers for some comments, I am so diligent and the readers are so weak, I will cry in vain, I really will cry, is the text really so bad that there are not many comments?How can it be repaired

I know my plot is not good --, so now I start to strengthen the plot, and absolutely don't become a running account. Is the ambiguity between Merlin and Davill fun to watch?

Violently beat the goods that are almost out of power→I

Comment!sprinkle flowers

In the past two days, something has happened to the author. I don’t know if the update will become every two days or every three days, but I’m definitely not in the mood today. Hehe, it turns out that feelings are so fragile!