Beasts start from stone

"Avalon", fairy lake.

The moonlight shines on the sparkling lake, and the stone tower in the lake looks even more lonely under the cold sky.

When the fairies fell into a deep sleep, a male lion climbed hard on the stone tower.

The stone tower is integrated into one body, but its surface is covered with rough stone thorns.

The lion's flesh pads could barely block the sharp thorns, but the tower was too high for him.

The stone tower towers into the clouds and is intimidating.

However, he finally found this opportunity, how could he give up because of this setback.

Soon, blisters appeared on the lion's paws. The blisters were filled with blood, hard and painful.

The blood bubbles were worn away by the sharp stone thorns, and the blood dripped on the stone tower, adding a bright color to the lonely stone tower.

The night was getting darker, and the bright moon was shining brightly in his blue eyes.

The lion did not dare to look down, and he was not allowed to look down. He was not allowed to delay even a second.

The stone tower is the forbidden possession of a certain fairy. Other fairies may not care about it, but if he is caught by that fairy, I am afraid that even he will have to deal with a serious crime.

Here is one of the strongest men in the Kingdom of Boi, the ancestor of magic, the think tank of the court, the teacher of Arthur, the king of the sky, the founder of the Druid Society, the great druid, the great sage, the great prophet... …Merlin’s residence.

It is not an existence that can be easily found.

The lion crawled hard, and even the clouds took pity on him.

He did not hesitate to descend from the sky, blocking him from the night wind, covering up his figure and the smell of blood.

Magic was cast on the stone tower to prevent dirt from falling. Therefore, not only bacteria and dust, but also the lion's blood flowed into the soil along the stone tower without leaving any trace.

Close, close, the lion finally climbed to the top of the tower. In the past thousand years, he had never neglected to exercise for a moment, but he did not expect that this strength could not be used anywhere.

Finally, the top of the stone tower was stamped with the lion's paw prints.

He panted and climbed to the top of the tower, but what greeted him was a stone prison, whose true appearance could not be seen even by the birds in the sky.

But the lion knew that the Merlin he was looking for was inside.

"I'm still wondering why little Nisha came here so late to have a tryst with me, and how could it be you."

The other party's tone showed a laziness, and he didn't know if he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

But the lion heard an affirmation from his words. The other party already knew that he was coming to find him.

As expected, when Merlin opened his mouth, he got straight to the point.

"A thousand years have passed, and you still feel hesitant about the future? Son of the king."

This lion is King Arthur's only bloodline, the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred.

"It's been a thousand years and you still have doubts about her trial?"

"There is no actual punishment, just being banned from Camelot City."

"So you spent a thousand years searching for the entrance to Avalon. Are you here to ask for His Majesty's orders?"

"Ah."

The lion nodded, his blue pupils without a trace of light.

This thousand years has been too painful. If he had not killed King Arthur, the country of Boi would not be what it is now.

There was a slight laugh in the stone prison. Although the visit at this time was a bit abrupt, Merlin could understand it.

"It's very simple. As a descendant of the king, you only have the appearance of the king, the spirit of the king, but not the character of the king."

"After the King left, the Kingdom of Boi had to immediately find a person to support the situation, and His Majesty took the initiative to serve as this candidate."

"Although what you did is not wrong in your opinion, in front of the ministers and the Knights of the Round Table, naturally I have to be more strict with you."

"So she can't simply treat you as a child."

"In addition, killing King Arthur has caused your reputation to drop rapidly. Perhaps keeping you in the royal capital is her greatest motherly love."

"After all, there are many monsters out there who want to kill you." The lion opened his blue pupils and looked straight at the stone prison, as if he couldn't believe Merlin's words.

"You're kidding, don't stare at me with your clear blue eyes."

"The world knows nothing about you, so naturally it cannot tolerate your noble character."

Merlin's laughter continued, but the lion had more than one problem.

"Why I am like this, of course it is because of love."

"Well, for you, love is unreasonable. Why am I still so happy even though I'm imprisoned?"

"No, no, no, no, it's just because Nissa's love is too clumsy."

"But I like this, because this love comes from the real thing."

"It is very enjoyable to be surrounded by love."

"I guess you're not here to hear about the love history of this old guy like me. I know what questions you want to ask."

"Why don't I go and help His Majesty? It's because even if I go, I can't save the country of Boi."

"You need to care more about yourself than that."

"Your confusion comes from your sincerity to the land, your admiration for your father, and your attachment to your mother."

"Unlike Lancelot, you only practice martial arts and magic and you are a little less humane."

The confusion on the lion's face remained unabated, he still didn't understand.

They were both raised by the Lake Fairy, so what's the difference between him and Lancelot.

Merlin stopped laughing. He knew that ordinary words could not cure Mordred.

Because here, because he is not "real".

So no matter what you do, it is meaningless.

In a "virtual world constructed from reality", how can we easily find "reality"?

But the thousand years Mordred spent was "real".

The blood blisters on Mordred's body were also "real" to him.

If this is the case, then I cannot live up to this reality.

It just so happens that in this world, there is someone more suitable than myself.

It’s not like I haven’t done anything in the past thousand years.

"Mordred, do you remember the prophecy of destruction that I once recited?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes. That was the last prophecy he left in the outside world.

Although I don’t know if it will be the same, but since it comes from my own mouth, it must be correct.

"Could it be that the Son of Destruction is about to appear?"

"We are in a hurry, and the young children are listening to the song of the East China Sea..."

Mordred murmured the prophecy, how could he forget things related to Boy Island.

Although the round table has been dispersed, the responsibilities remain unchanged. If the other party is really a child, then he will kill it himself.

"But I am grounded by Your Majesty, how can I find her?"

Mordred frowned, there was no way he would disobey his mother's orders.

A smile appeared on Merlin's lips. Although it was a bit unethical to do so, since little Jennifer had taught him the concept of equivalent exchange, he could just make up for it afterwards.

"Don't worry, little Mordred. Since her goal is His Majesty Morgan, they will definitely come to Camelot City."

"And the knight guarding the city that day happened to be you."