章節 6: Chapter 6: The First Holy Knight of the British Isles
Chapter 6: The First Holy Knight of the British Isles
"Morgan le Fay Pendragon."
Fujimaru softly muttered this name.
"That's right," Vortigern's gaze shifted northeast, towards the direction of the holy city of Camelot, "Let me tell you where the reputation of your Holy Knight comes from, although you are indeed worthy of this title."
"That King Arthur was nothing more than a disposable tool, a homunculus created by my foolish brother and Merlin."
"Just a tool to replace Morgan le Fay Pendragon and defeat me!"
"I can even predict her fate now; after the tragic figure replaces Morgan, his mission will be complete. This country, this land, doesn't need him at all!"
"Or rather, after the mystery fades, the king who leads the people of this land doesn't need 'dragon blood.' That is fate, it is the natural order of things!"
[You were shocked by this news, speechless for a moment.]
[You understood everything.]
[You realized why Morgan le Fay wanted to meet you together with King Lot.]
[You understood why Vortigern said you were unlucky.]
"Arthur pulled the sword from the stone, becoming Morgan le Fay's replacement, but he was bound to be pathetically weak. Not to mention opposing me, even gaining recognition from the nobles of this land would be as difficult as reaching the heavens."
"Fortunately, you appeared. You are excellent enough, strong enough, so during the two years you were gone, Merlin spread rumors that you were the true son of my foolish brother. Your uniqueness, along with Merlin's possible tricks, made it so that even I couldn't be certain for a while whether you or Arthur was the true King chosen by destiny."
"Morgan couldn't be certain either. Like me, she could only confirm by seeing you in person, and even then, she couldn't be completely sure."
Fujimaru narrowed his eyes, continuing along with Vortigern's words.
"That's why Morgan came to see me with King Lot. Because she and King Arthur are enemies, and you, you are their common enemy."
"Morgan is the master of the British Isles, the destined king to oppose you, the dragon of calamity, the wedge between gods and men. Whether it was me or Arthur who pulled the sword from the stone, Morgan would personally bestow the royal authority because she wants you dead first!"
Vortigern looked at Fujimaru with increasing admiration, nodding and saying, "That's right. After Morgan confirmed that you were not the son of my foolish brother, she didn't want you to become an aid to Arthur and handed you over to a woman."
"That's also why I said you have bad luck. Whether you pledged allegiance to me or to Arthur, the light of your sword could have shone more brilliantly in the annals of history."
Vortigern turned away.
A pit like divine punishment appeared before them, the ground devastated, with a depth of several tens of meters and a length beyond what the eye could see.
This was the mark left by the final blow during the recent battle between Fujimaru and Vortigern.
"Now that you know everything, are you willing to change your choice and pledge allegiance to me? I believe our positions are aligned. If Arthur truly succeeds in replacing Morgan, the land you lived in, the realm of fairies, your mother, all will be completely erased from this earth."
Fujimaru fell silent.
But it was only for a few moments: "Sorry."
Vortigern's gaze on Fujimaru grew even more appreciative, his expression showing a hint of regret, but it was just that, regret.
"What a pity for your sword's light."
Fujimaru didn't have many regrets.
"What if I tell you another possibility?"
"What?"
"After pulling the sword and becoming king, Arthur will need a queen. Do you think, with Arthur's current influence, among the nobles whose daughters are of suitable birth to marry the King of England, who would be willing to marry him? Or rather, who is the most likely candidate for queen?"
[You already had an answer in your heart, but you just raised an eyebrow, telling Vortigern: A vow has been made, even if the sword's light fades, I will never regret this life.]
[Vortigern sighed, asking you to make another vow, not to draw your sword against him.]
[You chose from the heart, making this knightly vow, but with a condition: as long as Vortigern does not harm Guinevere, you will not be an enemy to Vortigern's camp.]
[Vortigern left, and you mounted your horse again, ready to return to King Lot's camp.]
[At this moment, the eastern sky began to lighten, and you looked at the sword in your hand with some regret. It might indeed, as Vortigern said, have shone with a more splendid holy light on this British land, if only it had not followed the wrong master.]
[You cursed under your breath: "Damn lucky E raised by a bitch."]
[Then you cheered up again, spurring your horse on to hurry back.]
[At the entrance to the camp, you saw Guinevere, who seemed to have been waiting there for you all night.]
[You were somewhat moved, but you understood that Guinevere would eventually marry King Arthur; you just looked at her gratefully.]
[After confirming you were unharmed, Guinevere finally relaxed, her tense nerves eased, and coupled with a sleepless night, she momentarily fell asleep in your arms.]
[You handed Guinevere over to the princess's maidservant, who, after inquiring about King Lot's wishes, settled Guinevere in a carriage.]
[You set sail again for Camelot.]
[The news that you faced Vortigern alone and emerged unscathed spread quickly.]
[Your reputation greatly increased, and you gained a new title: The First Holy Knight of the British Isles!]
[Title 'The First Holy Knight of the British Isles': When your opponent is a knight, your combat power receives an additional boost!]
[Three days later, you followed King Lancelot to Camelot.]
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