Kapitel 107: Camelot of the White Walls

"Sir Tristan?"

Bedivere raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't expect the Duke of Cornwall to send him out."

"Is this person... famous?" Kay asked, puzzled, and Artoria also looked curious.

"Well... how should I put it, it's mainly because Sir Tristan's life has been quite unusual..."

Bedivere scratched his head and sighed.

"It was said that when Sir Tristan was just born, his father was killed on the battlefield and his mother died in childbirth, and then he was given to his uncle, the Duke of Cornwall, Mark Milford, to be raised."

"Woah, that's really tough..." Kay said, his lips curling slightly.

"But Sir Tristan is indeed an exceptionally talented knight. He once defeated a knight named Marhaus who came from Ireland, and it's said that this knight had a battle with Sir Lamorak before." Bedivere looked at Lamorak, who remained expressionless.

"I did challenge Marhaus in Ireland, and I lost that battle." Lamorak nodded calmly.

Kay and Artoria's eyes showed a hint of surprise. To defeat a knight who had beaten Lamorak, it seemed that Tristan was indeed not an ordinary individual.

"So can you defeat that Marhaus now?" Lancelot asked.

"If Marhaus hasn't improved in these years, I can kill him within three strikes." Lamorak said with a calm tone.

Bedivere's eyes showed a hint of envy. The strong self-confidence in his martial skills was something he had once longed for. However, with the loss of one arm, he was destined not to go far on this path.

'However, all of that is in the past...' Bedivere silently thought as he looked at his right hand. The shining silver arm on his hand reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.

While Arkhan contemplated how to persuade Tristan to join their side from the Duke of Cornwall, Tristan also discreetly raised his head to observe this recently celebrated new king.

This was the mission assigned to him by his uncle. Since he had made up his mind to tie his fate with the new king, he needed to understand what kind of person the other was.

At the same time, Tristan was also quite curious about this legendary King Arthur and what made him so special.

He slightly opened his eyes, meeting a pair of deep black pupils.

In that instant, Tristan saw a series of images in his mind—a wounded man lying on the battlefield, his bewildered gaze fixed forward as he weakly called his wife's name; an elegant lady with blood-stained hands gently caressing her baby in a cradle with a faint, pale smile on her face, followed by the closing of her eyes, never to open them again.

Tristan shivered. This was the nightmare that had haunted him countless times in the past, casting a shadow of misfortune over his entire life.

Unspeakable sorrow flooded his heart like a tidal wave, making him appear even more melancholic.

Soon, a bright crimson feather fluttered across his vision, dispelling all the negative emotions in an instant.

Tristan was taken aback, and he heard a soft laughter in his ears.

"Haha, Sir Tristan, it's dangerous to gaze directly into my eyes without permission."

Instinctively, Tristan raised his head, and the deep, mysterious look in those black pupils had disappeared, replaced by a slightly amused expression.

Recalling the events from earlier, Tristan couldn't help but widen his eyes and feel a wave of fear washing over him, filling his heart with anxiety.

"Apologies, Your Majesty, please forgive my intrusion!" Tristan lowered his head, his words filled with unprecedented reverence.

Arkhan felt a hint of helplessness. If he hadn't noticed Tristan's distress in time, this Knight of Lamentation might have already taken his own life.

As the awakening of the Black Dragon Body within him progressed, his entire being gradually neared that of Nidhogg, the Dragon of Despair who devoured the world. The power was becoming more distinct within him.

Even without activating the Black Dragon Guardian, anyone who merely locked eyes with him could unintentionally invoke memories of past traumas, leading to a breakdown of psychological defenses.

Usually, Arkhan consciously restrained this power to avoid trouble. However, amid his thoughts earlier, he unconsciously had let this power invade Tristan's consciousness.

Tristan's already fragile psyche, due to his tragic past, almost instantly collapsed under the influence of Nidhogg's power.

If Arkhan hadn't promptly used Fenghuang Down to dispel this power, Tristan might have permanently succumbed to this depressive sadness.

Nevertheless, seeing Tristan's noticeably more respectful attitude, this unintentional mistake seemed to have produced somewhat favorable results.

"Rise, Sir Tristan. I do not blame you, I only hope that this incident will leave a profound impression on you." Arkhan said with a smile.

A few drops of sweat rolled down Tristan's forehead as he deeply lowered his head.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tristan stood up and instinctively glanced behind the new king. When he noticed the tall, slender woman in a dark blue dress, his slightly calmed mood once again surged like a tidal wave.

'Why is Morgan le Fay Pendragon here too!?'

As his uncle's chief knight, Tristan had once accompanied his uncle on a visit to Orkney. He was certainly not unfamiliar with the renowned Crown Princess of Camelot.

Almost everyone knew how intense Morgan's desire for the throne was. People had been wondering why, despite the new king's emergence, there had been no movement from Orkney.

Who would have thought this Crown Princess had silently been drawn into the new king faction?

Even someone as crazy as Morgan had been tamed. What kind of monster was this new king?

'It's so sad...' Tristan sighed deeply in his heart.

Morgan furrowed her brows slightly. She had found Tristan's name a bit familiar earlier, and now it finally clicked.

Wasn't this the man who had accompanied the Duke of Cornwall when they visited Orkney?

In other words, this man knew her true identity!

Morgan stared at Tristan intensely. If this man dared to expose her identity here, when they returned to Camelot, he would surely pay the price!

Tristan, with his quick wit, instantly understood the meaning in Morgan's eyes, even though he didn't fully grasp the situation. He nodded slightly to signal that he understood.

Afterward, with Arkhan's consent, Tristan led the army in the front, providing an escort for the new king's march.

Ten days later, on the distant horizon, a magnificent and colossal city appeared before Arkhan's eyes.

The towering city walls were all constructed from white marble, and the majestic castle sat right in the center, resembling a white lion lying on the earth, pure and radiant.

This was the ever-undefeated Camelot of the White Walls!