Chapter 62: Please Give Her a Little More Trust!
Agravain was preparing to commit suicide.
At this moment, he was undoubtedly in pain, because for a true knight, this was by no means a glorious way to die. But he had to commit suicide. He was caught between the perfect ideal and the tragic reality—the will of the planet had let him come to correct this erroneous history, but this "erroneous history" was, in his heart, and in the hearts of them, these Round Table Knights, the most correct "ideal."
In this situation, whatever he did was wrong. So "suicide"—this way of death that was destined not to be redeemed, destined to go to hell, became the optimal choice in his mind.
If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who created the problem. This Round Table Knight, known for his cold-bloodedness, was definitely not an idealist like Gawain or Bedivere. He had a very pragmatic worldview and methodology. He was willing to pay any price for the continuation of this ideal kingdom—and this of course also included himself.
But,
"Clang—"
Unexpectedly, the chain spear that he was manipulating, which was about to pierce his throat, was knocked away by the man who was clearly their "enemy."
"???"
Agravain looked up in confusion at the man before him, whose face showed an annoyed expression.
"Honestly." After stopping his "suicide" attempt, Shiroryu held his forehead, showing a very helpless look. "Although I also really dislike that magus, he really wasn't wrong about one thing. You Round Table Knights, only in the matter of causing trouble for Artoria, are you quite skilled."
He took a few steps forward and came before him. Looking at that somewhat stunned face, he wanted to laugh, but also felt a little sad.
"Honestly, in the hearts of you Round Table Knights, what kind of person is that Artoria who is a king? A little girl with a naive dream? This is simply too ridiculous... please give her a little more trust, and believe that she will definitely be able to solve this incident."
"Don't forget, she is the king chosen by heaven, destined to save this island!"
"!!!"
Agravain's eyes widened. The next moment, the white light quickly receded, and the warm sunlight and the vibrant new green reappeared in his field of vision. The laughter of women sounded by his ear at the same time.
"Hey, hey, is the one next to you also your son? He seems a little different from the other few brothers. But he looks quite similar to you... mmm, if I have to say, the other few don't really feel like your children."
Guinevere had drawn the topic to him. But he was completely unaware. He just stared at the man sitting at the stone table, who was smiling at him, with an almost dazed gaze. Without realizing it, his back was already soaked in a cold sweat.
"Please give her a little more trust."
His words kept echoing in his mind. That was a fact that he had never understood until his death, and might have never thought of if it weren't pointed out by him.
To have a pair of eyes that could see through the truth was actually not that remarkable. What was truly remarkable was to be able to think of a solution to the problem after seeing through the truth.
—And not like him, who had picked out the so-called truth regardless of the consequences, and then had turned an ending that could have been beautiful into a mess, until it was completely irreversible.
...
The women chattered on for a while longer. Finally, their attention seemed to have shifted to Mash—they asked a series of questions, such as "Where do you live?", "What do you think of us?", "Is there anything you like?", and so on... which directly made the little eggplant, who had never talked with so many people at once, her brain to overload.
"Alright, it's getting late. We should prepare for the banquet."
In the end, it was Guinevere who ended this leisurely afternoon tea party.
—But, was it really getting late?
Mash looked up in confusion at the sun hanging in the sky. Although it had already tilted significantly to the west, its light was still scorching—it was clearly only about four o'clock!
"Isn't it a bit too early? Or is the dinner time here always this early?"
Mash was a little flustered, for fear that she would break the rules because she didn't know the etiquette here. But in the next instant, her body floated up lightly.
"Eh eh eh eh?"
Mash looked back in a panic—it was Guinevere who had come behind her and had picked her up.
"Early? It's not early at all! You're new here. Just preparing suitable clothes for you will take quite a while! By the way, Your Highness Morgan, do you have any flower fairies there? Can you lend me some?"
"No, get lost."
Morgan glared at her—but then, she came to Mash's side and gently patted the girl's shoulder. The blessing from the Lady of the Lake, may this little one's soul be as clear and pure as the lake shining under the moon.
...
In the chalk-white city, in the royal palace, the time was about six-thirty in the evening. As the sun gradually set, the earth also quieted down in the twilight. On the walls built with white marble, a white fluorescence suddenly lit up, illuminating this night.
"A city that never falls into darkness"—for this design concept, those earth fairies in charge of construction had really put in a lot of effort. But from the current situation, it seemed that all of it was worth it.
"They're here, they're here!"
When a gorgeously decorated carriage slowly drove from the distant road, the already-prepared knights were lined up on both sides of the royal palace, preparing to welcome the arrival of that princess.
—This job, whether it was the Round Table of the present world or the Round Table from the Throne of Heroes, they were very familiar with, and there would definitely be no mistakes.
However, when the princess in full dress got off the carriage and, with a smile, also guided another slightly shy girl off the carriage—
"!!!"
A certain chief knight made a very surprising move. He first widened his eyes, showing an expression of disbelief—then he, with a rather nimble motion, pulled the originally far-away Tristan and Kay to his side, and covered the eyes of these two people with his left and right hands respectively.
"Sir Lancelot?"
Artoria turned her head in confusion, but found that Kay had already started arguing with him.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Didn't you say we were good brothers? We just agreed to go to the tavern for a good time after the banquet!"
"Nonsense, it's precisely because we're brothers that I'm doing this!" Lancelot said fiercely.
As for Tristan... this Round Table Knight, who always showed a melancholy form, had already, without realizing it, taken out that harp, as if he were preparing to play some romantic tune.
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