Clouds and mists linger on the sky, and the night wind blows the trees in the forest, making rustling sounds. The blowing lake surface is rippling, and the lake water emits a shining light under the moonlight.

Lancelot seemed to have returned to the holy lake and saw the fairy in the lake who handed her sword blade.

He walked with his sword and walked on the holy lake, rippling with ripples.

Everything about Lancelot starts here, a life full of lament, love, hatred, and joy.

He lamented that he could not spend it with his loved ones, felt sincere love for the establishment of bondage, and had respect and hatred for the king of non-humans. Even so, he was still full of joy for his life.

There are countless things that he has lost, done wrong, and hurt, but what he has obtained, believed in, and what he must protect has indeed existed.

This satisfied and lamented his life.

"Ahh, it's enough, a little - a little tired." Looking at this imaginative scene, Lancelot murmured in an exclaimed tone.

Then he took off his helmet, reached out and took off the armor he was wearing, and finally threw the sword that the fairy in the lake to humans, the undestroyed lake light, into the lake without hesitation.

Return it to the fairy in the lake.

The moonlight shone on his face, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the extremely calm lake: "It's finally time to abandon all this."

Lancelot's knees fell weakly on the lake surface, and finally lay on the lake surface with his head raised to the balance.

With the protection of the fairy in the lake, he can stay on the water.

"Slowly, sleep for a while." He closed his eyes, as if he was dreaming during a nap. He murmured calmly, sighing, "Slightly...slightly..."

...

"Lancelot..."

Seeing his knight closing his eyes as if he was sleeping, his body gradually dissipated, and he was about to disappear soon.

"King... you must understand... denying yourself... the achievements of being king... are meaningless..." Lancelot said intermittently and calmly to the Daemao King.

Lancelot closed his eyes and murmured calmly: "It's really ironic to die before the king's eyes. I am simply... like a loyal knight."

"Wait... wait...Lanslot."

At the end, Lancelot's dead body said nothing more, and disappeared with the last remaining light.

Looking at this scene, the Damao King didn't know what to say. She stared at the empty air in front of her. What Lancelot said before leaving made the Damao King fall into deep thought.

I have never been lost and confused about the ideal that I insist on.

While looking for a way to save the country, I have ignored the thoughts and troubles of many people.

What do you want?

Should we resurrect a destructive country? Or should we choose a king who is more suitable than ourselves?

still--

I just want to erase the fact that Britain perishes.

"That's not right-"

Thinking of Wang Youhan and Lancelot's words at the banquet, King Daimao shook his head and denied his thoughts.

"Yes, that kind of idea is wrong."

The daimao King raised his head, his eyes no longer confused and full of perseverance.

There is nothing wrong with becoming a king and being a king.

So if the ending is destruction, why can't it be accepted?

Where should we go and what should we do, we will stop our steps. This answer...

The end was destined from the beginning.

Anyway, it must be scarred.

I did not regret this. Since my achievements as king are enough to praise and show off, what is the point of seeking to do it again?

I have no regrets on this road. If my life is worthy of pride, then the result is destruction...

You can't pray for a new one.

The noble ideal cannot be made a heavy and exhausting obligation. Taking away many things, carrying a lot of death, enduring this pain and regret is the atonement for the things that have passed away. Therefore, if you want to seek another new look, it is not the past but the present. Don’t be bound by the past. If you want to atone for sins, you must make changes.

That is not about going back to the past. From that moment on, it is not possible to complete your unfulfilled wish.

No, that is a desire that cannot exist.

Becoming a king is your own meaning.

There is no pain, even if everyone doesn't understand or accepts it, there is nothing to be ashamed of according to what they want.

At least it is only with this enlightenment that I can pick up the sword and fight.

She remembered her long-standing oath, and there was only one sentence that penetrated her heart. She decided to fight, even if she lost everything, she would be hated by everyone.

"Ahhh...I'm really stupid."

The daimao king raised his head and looked at the twinkling stars in the night sky.

The so-called king is a noble and sacred and unattainable person. The ending is always a fulfilling and rich future. However, times will change and life will change. The king's rule will eventually lead to destruction. The crown he carries knows everything, but still exudes its shining brilliance and does not require any reward, even if the goal is just an unattainable ideal.

That was the oath to decide the battle king.

The king must protect the country, but the king failed to protect the country.

It's just that. Although the person was sad and sad, if the process was not stained...

There is no need to seek it.

I vowed to fulfill the king's responsibilities, and even if the ending is destroyed, I still have to protect that vow until the end.

Then I have nothing to do with it.

As a girl, she, under the name of "king" that is inconsistent with her, used her noble knighthood to illuminate the despair that is even more gloomy than the darkness of the night.

The king who sacrificed for the people is not a coward.

The pride of being a knight and the oath of being a king.

I have everything myself, so what else can't be put down?

"Holy Grail..." The daimao King lowered his head and murmured, "Has he explored it with persistence, and his final persistence was also distorted..."

"Even if I restore my appearance as the king at that time, my vows will not change." The Daimao King stood up, his expression was no longer confused, full of unprecedented firmness... and disgust.

What is firm is the oath he made as a knight, and what is disgusted is the one who once wanted to deny his achievements as king and his oath.

She looked at the holy sword emitting light in her hand and sighed, "If I hadn't pulled out the selected sword, what kind of life would I live..."

Although she had not found what she was actually pursuing, she knew that the long and destinationless journey was over.

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Chapter completed!