Chapter 549
Roman: "The man next to you is not a Servant!
He is just like you, an ordinary human!"
The doctor's reaffirmation made Mashu and Da Vinci's faces change, "——."
Guda also spoke in disbelief: "But, why...?"
Bedivere: "No. The doctor's analysis is correct.
Because I am not a Servant.
I deceived everyone with Merlin's magic.
The same goes for this silver arm. This is..."
Da Vinci: "...Sword of Promised Victory.
That arm is the holy sword Sword of Promised Victory."
The Lion King: "——Sword of Promised Victory——"
If it is an immersive epic reading, at this moment——the background music of the epic must have turned to a sacred and distant song.
At this moment, Bedivere brought shock to everyone.
His soul at this moment seemed to become more shining than the glory of the holy sword and the holy spear, but it was completely different.
The glory of humanity completely occupied people's consciousness, making them forget the so-called holy sword and the holy spear.
That sacrifice, that belief, that persistence——
Only at this moment, here, the silver-armed knight became the center of the world that everyone could not let go of——this time he was the most shining protagonist in the epic.
Even Guda, the real protagonist, faded at this moment.
The Lion King: "...Bedivere.
I remember this name should be——
Could it be——you,"
The Lion King... remembered it!!
Everyone suddenly opened their eyes wide, thinking excitedly in their hearts, and their breathing became rapid.
This anxious mood for Bedivere resonated at this moment.
They all sincerely hoped that the king would remember this loyal knight and put an end to his long and endless lonely journey.
Bedivere: "...Yes. I committed a crime.
The feeling of not wanting to lose the king led me to commit a foolish crime.
In that forest, I hesitated about your order.
If I return the holy sword to the lake, you will really die.
I was afraid of this happening——
So I didn't return the holy sword even for the third time.
When I returned to the forest, the king had disappeared.
...Then I knew.
Because he didn't return the holy sword,
the king couldn't even ask for death.
The king picked up the holy spear that was left by his side,
and became the king of the dead wandering in the world.
...In order to atone for my sins, I have been looking for you.
Always. To find the figure that doesn't exist at all."
The truth was finally revealed with Bedivere's words.
It was indeed;
It corresponded to the information they had learned before.
People thought excitedly.
There was understanding, more touching, and indescribable pity.
There was the knight who loved the king deeply, but accidentally made a big mistake and spent his whole life to atone for his sins.
There is also the Lion King who could not even get relief from death, could only wander in the world, and eventually even forgot Bedivere.
Roman: "This is impossible. If it is true, it would be 1500 years!?
You have been looking for King Arthur for nearly 1500 years!?"
"Humans cannot live that long!
The Sword of Promised Victory will stop the growth of the holder.
But that is a matter of the flesh.
The spirit will not become immortal!
For such a long time——just one person?
Are you continuing your journey of atonement alone!?"
Wuwu, wuwaah——The little princess who could have held back at first, finally couldn't hold back her tears after seeing Roman's words.
This——this is too miserable.
Roman: "How can such a tragic thing happen!
There must be a limit to cruelty!"
Bedivere's emerald eyes looked at the place where Roman's voice came from, but he smiled gently and said: "Thank you, Dr. Roman.
But it wasn't that hard.
And I was given the last chance like this.
It's all thanks to the Master.
That night of Saint Ba, if you hadn't been there,
I wouldn't have been able to get here."
Claire and the others... those sentimental girls, all choked up when they saw this.
Humble to the point of distressing -
Even after going through such a cruel, long and lonely trial, you can still keep your original intention and show such a gentle smile to others.
Only you...Knight Bedivere, only you can be like this.
A gentle knight, a knight who always thinks of others and is thoughtful.
A knight who blames everything on his own sins.
Soundingly bearing all the pain -
Obviously caring for and loving the king more than anyone else, sincerely hoping that the king can live and be happy.
Why did it have to be you, it had to be you who had to bear that pain.
He and the king he was loyal to -
their heart for others was exactly the same.
Chapter 753 The pain of eternal life, the greater fear of death
The Lion King still had a splitting headache,
"...I can't remember.
I remember the name Bedivere.
But I can't recall any memory of you.
--Are you really Bedivere?"
Before Xiaobei could answer, the Lion King continued.
"...Okay. Then come back to me.
Drop that sword. That's something I no longer need.
If you are my knight, obey my voice!
Back to my round table, Bedivere. "
Although the Lion King’s memory does not seem to be fully restored——
But just that little impression was enough for her to accept her knight again.
Accept that loyal knight.
Everyone burst into tears when they saw this...
It was as touching as if, feeling that the wandering knight's 1,500-year persistence had finally received a response.
Getting Wang's recognition and understanding may be what Xiaobei looks forward to most.
However, people trust so firmly in their hearts...without any doubt——
‘Sir Bedivere will never join the Lion King’s command again at this moment. ’
Because he is a knight of the King of Knights.
He is also the redeemer——
He is the knight who will admonish the king with loyalty until the end and pay for his crimes.
People believed in his noble qualities——
Sure enough, people saw Bedivere speaking softly:
"No, this won't work.
The Lion King. The incarnation of the Holy Spear.
To you, I am an enemy to be defeated.
Because you must take revenge on me.
and--"
“Besides, I have the obligation to organize you!
As a member of the Round Table of the King of Knights, I declare to you! "
The knight's fighting spirit suddenly rose, and he shouted firmly.
If this battlefield is compared to a musical, then...
It’s not an elegy—it’s the roar of a hero who is stirring up a violent storm, mixed with tragedy and faith.
"I am the Knight of the Round Table, Bedivere!
As a good person, I am also attacking you, an evil person! "
The Lion King: “—No.
What are you talking about, Bedivere.
You are mine——
It’s from the person who was once for me—”
Looking at the Lion King, his tone seemed to be a little rushed and different.
Everyone who noticed the strangeness opened their eyes wide.
Everyone couldn't help but squeeze the pages of the book, not knowing what kind of emotion they were feeling, [Is the memory of the Lion King gradually recovering? 】
Bedivere looked back at Guda and smiled: "Come on, Master, please give me the final instructions.
Please give me a fourth chance.
