บท 110: Two Kings

'Arthur,'

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....Not yet.

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'…Arthur,'

'...…Yes?'

'War Is Coming,'

This was nothing new, one of them was always coming one way or the other.

'…Which one?' I asked the important question. Half asleep still.

'One that will be extremely difficult for our heir to mitigate, Arthur, it is an emergency,'

He pulled an ancient premonition I had into my view, a huge red-eyed devil running forward, followed by an army that shook the earth and filled the sky with dust.

He was coming for me. I knew that already.

But the master was being too hasty, more decisions were yet to be taken before that premonition saw the light.

'It is unsure yet, my king.' I tried to sound unbothered by the fact that he woke me up for this trivial reason. He knew how hard it was for sleep to come to me.

'…Is this not another day?' He asked innocently.

'…Yes,' I knew where he was going with this...

'Then you were bound to wake up! Let the old souls sleep, go be with the youngsters now!'