[comprehensive] reproduction plan

People soon knew that the seriously injured knight was Lancelot.

In King Arthur's territory, people were talking about the fact that Lancelot left with the girl named Achan.They peeped at the king's expression, speculated on the queen's thoughts, and wondered about their emotions and thoughts.

Someone specifically told Guinevere the news, but the queen never showed weakness.She appeared calm and composed, as if she didn't care, which disappointed many people who wanted to watch the excitement, but also preserved her dignity.

In private, she turned pale, annoyed at why Lancelot was willing to give in—he is the most prestigious and powerful knight, owns the most territory under King Arthur, he is a young boy raised by a fairy in the lake, and has an extraordinary background— How, how could he give himself to a slave!

That girl named Ah-chan, her origin is unknown, and she doesn't have any noble blood on her body!Moreover, even if she is now pardoned as a slave, that cannot erase the fact that she was just a female slave not long ago—could it be possible that a lowly and humble slave could become the wife of the first knight of the round table?

Is a lowly slave more worthy of love than a princess, a queen, a queen?

This must be a big joke!

Guinevere hated all those who blessed and talked about Lancelot and A-chan, she hated all those who smiled in front of her, and even more hated those knights who congratulated Lancelot that she was no longer alone.

She knew exactly what they were congratulating--they were congratulating Lancelot at last from that dishonorable love!He finally left her!

These stupid, arrogant men always feel that the mistakes they make are all because of the seduction of women!

Was Lancelot himself innocent, utterly innocent?

Guinevere stomped her feet under the banquet table out of sight to vent her anger.During the nine days and nine nights when Lancelot lost the news, she couldn't eat, couldn't sleep at night, and was out of breath.

On the other side, Ah-chan is taking good care of Lancelot in a cave in the wild.

It is no difficulty for aliens to take care of a person carefully and tenderly, day and night.

At that time, she came on horseback, and she didn't go far when she saw the exhausted knight in the woods, who slipped from the horse and fell to the ground.

She quickly got off her horse, lifted her skirt and rushed over. At that time, Lancelot's breathing was already very weak.

"...I have to pull the spear out of your chest." The alien hugged him with a pale face and soft tone, "Be patient—it will be fine, okay?"

"If I die..." But Lancelot's eyes began to loosen, he didn't seem to hear what she said at all, he just stared blankly at a place in the void, and murmured : "Please take me to the lake... Take me, give me back to the lady on the lake..."

A-chan ignored him, and did not listen to his "last words".

Because the aliens would not let him die here.

She lowered her head so that Lancelot could not see her extremely calm face.Ah-chan reached out to hold the broken spear, but at this moment, Lancelot took her hand.

As if he simply wanted to use his last strength to hold onto something, he asked the sky with an air of gossamer: "What am I... what am I now? What can you give me when I am about to die?"

"I didn't get any happiness, but such a name has become a part of my life, I have to fight for it, because getting it can't make me happy, but losing it will make me painful..."

"But what's the use of it? When one day, my crimes are made public, will it make the morality worse, and make people's role models worse..."

Maybe before death, people will quickly look back on their own life in their minds. If there is such a process, Lancelot has obviously gone back to the end.

His eyes suddenly froze for a moment, and he held A-Chan's hand even tighter, "My king..."

He said with difficulty, "My king—ah, it would have been nice if the lady on the lake had drowned me in the lake back then!"

Ah-chan turned a deaf ear to the truncated spear, and then pulled it out without hesitation.The warm blood splashed from the human body splashed on A-chan's face, and even stained her white linen dress.

Lancelot fell into a coma without saying a word, the girl wiped it off casually, and then stopped the bleeding for him without stopping.

It was also good for him to pass out, so that Ah-chan could nurse his wound without any scruples—not in a human way, of course.

So when Lancelot woke up thinking that he would die for sure, he still couldn't react and covered the wound on his chest, and found that he had been bandaged very carefully and perfectly.

He had no idea how a penniless girl did this, where the bandages came from, and where the medicine came from, but he didn't have the energy to think about these details either.

"Our luck is very good." But just in case, the alien still found a reason, "There is a hermit living nearby, he heard our voice and gave us a lot of help—"

Lying on a wolf-skin blanket, Lancelot stared at the girl's pale, tired face.

The originally delicate and fair skin was stained with unbearable blood at this moment. The sick knight waved at her, and Ah-chan obediently walked over.

Lancelot raised his hand, he was still very weak, so the movement of him trying to wipe the stain from A-chan's cheek seemed particularly weak.

Realizing that he was doing useless work, the knight showed a self-deprecating wry smile, and put down his hand, "You saved me."

Ah-chan smiled at him, "There is a saying in the East, which is to help others to the end."

"That's your hometown?" Lancelot laughed, "That's a good word."

That is actually not Ah-chan's hometown, because her hometown is far away in the universe.

But the alien didn't say anything, she just took out the diamond given by King Arthur from her pocket. Lancelot didn't accept it at that time, but Ah Chan got it back.

"Here," the girl said softly, "your prize."

Seeing the diamond, Lancelot's eyes brightened at first, but then dimmed again.

"I wanted it so badly," he said, "but now I don't know if I should hold it or not."

"Why not?" A-chan replied quietly, "You won it openly."

Lancelot clutched the diamond and remained silent.

Yes, his behavior of obtaining these diamonds is beyond reproach, but his original intention of wanting to obtain these diamonds is rooted in a dishonorable love.

He made up his mind in his heart to make a clean break with Guinevere.But he still felt pain after pain when he told himself he had to.

Just think of the queen's bright face, his determination, his confession before death, and King Arthur's sympathetic eyes, all will disappear in smoke.

He tried to stick to his guilt and remorse for King Arthur, but his loyalty and disloyalty went back and forth.

When the first knight fell into a painful tangle, his injury seemed to rise and fall with his mood.

Even Lancelot, who is naturally gentle and polite, can become grumpy and rude when he is in pain.

But A-chan is very tolerant and obedient, she tolerated all his bad temper, all kinds of anger and inexplicable accusations with almost the limit of human gentleness.

He had a high fever several times, his wound burst, he was in pain, and he fell into a deep coma, but A-chan pulled him back from the brink of death every time.

"Don't you want to live?" The alien could easily heal Lancelot's injuries, but she deliberately treated him just right every time, only to the point where he was only a thread away from death.No one would know that she was manipulating death, because that's not something humans can do—so Lancelot didn't suspect the worry and genuine concern of the girls around him at all.

Therefore, when he saw the tears in her eyes, he felt a pang of guilt.

"I'll be fine." When she cried sadly beside him because he seemed to have lost the desire to live, Lancelot kissed her cheek as if comforting a child.At this time, the rational and gentle side of his heart prevailed again, so he stroked her hair and made a promise: "I swear... I just got a little injury, and it will get better soon."

But the bright girl bit her lip and raised her eyes.She stared at him with tears in her eyes, and remained silent, but she clearly showed a look of distrust and suspicion.

There was water in her wet eyes, but it was as clear as a lake, reflecting the first knight's current appearance - disheveled, disheveled, messy hair, thin and out of shape, where is the usual high-spirited and high-spirited look? handsome appearance.

Because of haggardness, Lancelot's warm and affectionate eyes became darker and bigger.

And only these eyes can allow Lancelot to find a little connection between his present and the past.

—He remembered his youth.

At that time, when he was squatting by the lake and looking at the lake, his young self also had such a pair of big black eyes.

At that time, he liked to look at his own reflection, because the lady on the lake always praised him for being good-looking, but he had never seen other humans, so he was always confused about what it meant to be "good-looking".

Thinking of this incident, Lancelot fell into a trance.He thought of the lake where he grew up.

The Lady on the Lake snatched him away from his biological mother, and when he burst into tears, she seemed flustered at first, but soon got the hang of it.

She would hold him, kiss him, and sing mysterious and beautiful songs for him, and in the end she would always succeed in coaxing him to sleep in her arms.

And when he was a teenager, she would hold his hand and walk by the lake together in the twilight.

"How handsome you are, Lancelot." She always praised him like this, and then hummed a mysterious hymn to him.

At that time, the sunset glow at dusk was gorgeous and bright, reflected on the mirror-clear lake.Standing by the lake for a while, as if standing on a cloud, I can't tell whether I am in the sky or the world.

A wind blows gently from the surface of the lake, blowing the beautiful and melodious singing of the lady on the lake far, far away.

At that time, Lancelot held the hand of Lady on the Lake, but always forgot her existence.He stared at the distance where the water and the sky communicated, and his heart seemed to be riding the gust of wind, along with the singing, drifting far, far away.

When he came back to his senses, Lancelot looked at Ah-chan's radiant face, and was suddenly at a loss for words.

He didn't like the emotion just now in his heart, so he showed displeasure, turned around, and closed his eyes.

He felt that the girl was still kneeling beside him, not moving.After a long time, she seemed to be used to the moodiness of his illness, and she sighed slowly, covered him with an animal fur blanket, turned around and left gently.

That sigh made his heart tighten.And the footsteps of her departure also made Lancelot feel sad.

He used to be able to kiss her cheek very naturally, as if he were a child who hadn't grown up, but now he can't.

The shackles of the old love bound him, and he tried hard to calm his mind.

This is nothing but a false dependence born of illness.

Lancelot told himself that he shouldn't lose to the pain, and even though it might be the worst injury he's ever suffered, he couldn't just give in.

He already has his own loved one, so he should follow through.

So because of this reason, he finally completely forgot about the guilt towards King Arthur.

In order to avoid this feeling, he chose to stick to his original love.

In order to keep a distance, he began to treat A-chan indifferently.When she spoke to him, sometimes he would act as if he didn't hear her, and would keep silent, or she would speak so briefly that it was impossible to continue.

Occasionally, however, he relented at his own rudeness.Because that girl is so innocent.

When she was stabbed by his cold words and showed a look of helplessness, the expression of silent patience made him want to succumb more and more.

In the dead of night, Lancelot was thinking, if he could meet the girl of today before meeting Guinevere, maybe his life trajectory would be different because of her.