บท 17: Chapter 17: I’m Not a Scumbag
"Let me guess the 'truth' you want to tell. Britain will eventually perish, the so-called chosen king will become the king of subjugation, and we will all die?" Arthur said this with great interest.
The so-called last look back at the Age of Gods is literally what it means.
The era of human civilization will eventually come, and no one can stop it. The remaining thick air of the Gods will disappear from the surface of the planet. The fifth century, the era in which Arthur existed, was the end of the fading of mystery.
Although the British Isles are mysteriously attached to it and have mysteriously receded from the outside world, now that it has arrived in the human era, the ether in the air on the British Isles still remains at the level of the Gods. Even fantasy species that cannot be found in the outside world can be found on the British Isles.
But looking back is just a look back, a fleeting glimpse of the planet's history.
The last mystery on the planet will one day dissipate and be assimilated by the outside world.
The creatures on the British Isles, whether they are fantasy species, extraordinary beings like Merlin, or seemingly ordinary humans, are actually part of the Age of Gods. They are the people of the Age of Gods. No matter what means are used, even if they disappear mysteriously, they are completely outside the human world in a strict sense. The introduction of plants, intermarriage, changing customs and even culture cannot prevent the Age of Gods from fading away.
In other words, the people of the Age of Gods in Britain will become history as the Age of Gods fades.
Everyone will perish, soundly or silently, and no one is an exception. Arthur and Camelot are naturally the same.
This is the truth about Britain's ultimate destruction.
The so-called Chosen King, no matter how brilliant his achievements are, is just the person who brings the end of the Age of Gods to an end.
This is a desperate and cruel reality that will never change.
"Ah, indeed, when you think about it, being a king is a thankless job. But if I don't do it, who will do it? Artoria? Leave this heavy fate to her, and then I can hide in an unknown corner like a deserter and wait for death quietly. Well, it sounds good and easy, but I'm sorry, I can't do it." Arthur said seriously.
He is not a brave person. According to ordinary people's standards, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble.
But being timid doesn't mean losing your cool. Since you have traveled to this era, you will eventually die like everyone else, so why not face it directly. Since there is no way to escape, it might not be a bad thing to try to change some things.
What's more, his own problems also destined him to do this.
"Don't worry, I don't know Arturia very well, but I have always been purely kind to her. Although I don't have the position to say this, you should reflect on it, Merlin, to raise a girl like this. Did she really have a moment to herself?" After saying that, Arthur lost interest and ignored Merlin.
Merlin, on the other hand, was already in shock.
Shocking.
The emotions that had nothing to do with Merlin, and the expression that Arthur originally thought he would show when he told the truth, now appeared on his own face.
How on earth did this guy know?
Morgan?
Impossible! Even though Morgan has a special identity, the current Morgan will not inherit the memories brought by that special identity, and his understanding of the truth is at best limited to the level of 'the last look back at the age of the gods'. That little girl still naively believed that as long as it continued to develop, Britain could continue to prosper despite the inevitable decline of the Age of Gods.
But now, Arthur understands the secrets that even Morgan doesn't know.
The truth about Arturia was revealed when the sword was drawn, and now, Arthur behaves like another clairvoyant.
After a long time, Merlin recovered from the shock and looked at Arthur, who was reviewing various documents at a very fast speed, his eyes became complicated.
"I didn't expect to get such an answer. But Arthur, since you know that the matter cannot be changed and you have such wisdom, why would you make a stupid choice?"
After saying that, Merlin smiled bitterly again and said as if he was asking himself, "No, I asked unnecessary questions. Human beings are stupid creatures. The so-called fools by nature refer to you. Arthur, you always say that you are not a knight, just an ordinary person, but in my opinion, there is no difference between you and those knights."
Is your name Merlin?
Arthur didn't mean to answer and buried himself in his work.
If he heard Merlin's thoughts, he would most likely say that this guy knew everything.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"My King, I have sent over the documents related to tomorrow's throne succession ceremony."
"Mr. Draven, come in."
"Yes."
A young man walked into the room, his face looked... indescribable.
The appearance can be described as quite willful.
The horse face has a long nose, slender triangular eyes and a small mouth, which makes him look quite cunning. It can be said that this appearance is simply that of a born traitor. But it was such a person who was the first nobleman among many nobles to swear loyalty to Arthur and provide help.
Of course, Arthur always thought that this guy was a secret traitor, a spy sent by the nobles to infiltrate his inner circle. Although he has been doing loyal things, he behaves very honestly.
Every time he saw Draven, Arthur couldn't help but complain in his heart. It's the traitor's face that your parents gave you in vain.
"Your Excellency May...Merlin? I'm sorry, my king, I didn't expect that Your Excellency Merlin was here, interrupting your discussion on important matters." Seeing Merlin there, Draven panicked and wanted to exit, but then glanced at the man he was holding. File, I didn't know what to do for a while.
"There is no need to apologize, Lord Draven. My relationship with Merlin is not good, let alone discussing important matters. There is no need to think too much."
"But...but-" Draven glanced at Merlin and hesitated, "King, is the relationship between you and Your Excellency Merlin really not good?"
"You are telling a cold joke, right?" Arthur stared at Draven with blank eyes.
Do you think I'm a scumbag? I'm so easy to change my mind. You know, I was flirting with Lancelot a few days ago and tried to trick him into returning... Ahem, ah! I mean, this piece of trash and I are enemies! Enemies!
Arthur, who had some strange thoughts flashing through his heart, coughed awkwardly and quickly expressed his attitude, "Merlin, you should go back."
"Yes, yes, it's true. His Majesty the King is really cold to me. I obviously like His Majesty the King very much." Merlin exited the room with a smile.
Great, the reason for the misunderstanding has been found.
"King, your relationship with Merlin is really..."
"No, shut up! This is the only thing I have to ask of you, and never mention it again!"
He pinched his eyebrows with a headache, and Arthur said helplessly: "Forget it, go down, Mr. Draven, there will be much more trouble than you expected tomorrow."
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