Chapter 39: The Hero's End is to Die on the Battlefield
[Those fools are always causing trouble for the king on their own.]
This was the words of the parallel world's Merlin to describe those Round Table Knights. Now, placed on this "King Leodegrance," it was surprisingly appropriate.
"We are all Celts, Britons who have lived on this island for generations. And now, our homeland is being invaded by foreign tribes, the shameless vile king has invited robbers from overseas. Our living environment is already in jeopardy!"
"In this situation, how can we fight among ourselves?"
This king, who was rated by Merlin as "having no talent," went around lobbying with the "great righteousness" of the Celts—he even took the initiative to find Morgan, holding her hand and reminiscing about the time he had worked with her father. Those words like "do you remember me, I held you when you were a child" made Morgan so embarrassed that she almost dug a palace out of the ground with her toes.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Leod."
"This is our own private matter—even if my father were here, I would say the same."
Morgan, unable to tell the truth, had to give this old king, who was already old but still full of passion, a cold shoulder. This was already the ninth cold shoulder he had received.
...
The start of a war, in the end, cannot be shifted by personal will. Even Morgan, the "instigator" of this war, could not stop the kings of Britain who were now sharpening their swords, preparing to divide the spoils.
—To put it bluntly, she was actually just a trigger, igniting the fire of desire in the hearts of the kings.
But even so, even in the face of this already irreversible situation, there were still people going against the current, trying to make a final effort.
"Father."
In the kingdom of Pellinore, in the royal palace, a tall and straight young knight stood in the palace where there was no third person, questioning the man sitting on the throne with a very incomprehensible voice.
"This is a trap!"
"It's a trap created by that Princess Morgan and that Red Dragon King in collusion!"
"Their purpose is nothing more than to wipe us all out. I don't believe you can't see this!"
The young man looked at the king who had the title of [Hero] with a puzzled gaze—he had once suspected that his father had lost his previous wisdom due to his old age. But when he saw the sharp light in his father's eyes, he instantly realized: the things that he could see, his father had long since seen.
"But, so what if I see it?"
"So what? We don't have to participate in this! Can that Red Dragon King attack us without any reason? In that case, her great righteousness would not be able to stand at all!" the young prince said with great confidence.
He was also a hero of this era. Both his martial arts and his wisdom were of the highest level—he had easily seen through the conspiracy of the red dragon sisters and had immediately thought of a countermeasure.
The old king, on the other hand, looked at the heir he had carefully cultivated before him with a very gratified, and slightly regretful, gaze. He believed that this young prince already had the ability to govern this country—but unfortunately, this talent would probably have no place to be used.
"You are right. It is indeed as you said, this is a trap, a trap to bury us. But I cannot retreat—anyone can retreat, only I cannot retreat."
King Pellinore stood up from the throne and took the dark red long spear that had accompanied him for forty years from the palace wall. This spear was the proof of his being a hero, and had once made him highly praised by the world. But, who knew that this spear was actually more of a curse?
The person holding this dark red magic spear absolutely had no option of "retreating." Their entire life would be on the road of charging, until they died in that most grand of wars.
To die on the battlefield—this was the most glorious death for a hero.
"Father, you..."
"Don't interrupt me, let me finish! Listen, Lamorak, my proudest son! I order you to leave here and go to that true Red Dragon King. The magus's prophecy will not be wrong, she is really the one destined to save the King of Britain."
...
This was a war that took place in winter. Because a total of ten kings participated, it was also called the "Battle of the Ten Kings" by later generations. This was a war whose process and result were not worth describing. After all, on this side were just over thirty thousand ordinary soldiers, and their enemy was a super mother tyrannosaurus that could rub light cannons with her hands.
[Excalibur Galatine]—this holy sword containing the might of the sun could definitely be called a good hand at clearing miscellaneous soldiers. Just one sweep could knock down thousands of enemies.
Some of them died, but more were injured. Artoria carefully controlled her power to preserve the lives of these "elites" to the greatest extent.
King Pellinore became the only enemy who could still stand on this battlefield. This king who had the title of [Hero] was indeed extraordinary. Even in the face of the Red Dragon King's attack, he could withstand it.
"Should I say, as expected of the king who, in history, once broke Ahoge-sis's Sword in the Stone?"
Shiroryu, floating in the clouds, was also paying attention to this war—to be precise, he was paying attention to King Pellinore, who was holding a magic spear and was beginning to charge at Artoria.
In the original history, this King Pellinore had also had a duel with Artoria. That was also a duel that the upright Knight King regarded as a disgrace. In that duel, because Artoria had violated the code of chivalry, the [Sword in the Stone] that symbolized her royal power was broken by the enemy.
Then what about this time? Could he break the holy sword that symbolized the power of the sun? Shiroryu was a little curious. In a situation where the strength of the enemy and himself was so disparate, what could this [Hero King] do?
But, wait a minute—
"Hee-haw—"
When the charging King Pellinore suddenly reined in his horse, his body, due to the huge inertia, inevitably tilted forward. But he did not correct this tilt, but used this forward-charging inertia to raise his arm and, at the white dragon in the sky, unhesitatingly threw the dark red magic spear in his hand.
"Ah?"
"He's coming for me??!!"
"Is he insane???"
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