I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

The pure white shield hit the ground heavily, and thirteen rays of light circulated around the shield. Mash, who was wearing purple armor, slowly raised the shield.

"Lancelot-sama, are you all right!"

With the efforts of several Knights, Lancelot was finally pulled out.

"It's alright," Lancelot patted the sand on his head with a slack look.

What should I say, the first impact just startled him, but the second one made him miss him a little.

It was an imposing manner of not knocking Daddy off, which reminded him of the guy who bumped into him on his horse when he was approaching a pretty girl.

"Did Lancelot-sama get slapped stupid," Knight who dug out Lancelot bumped the Knight next to him with his shoulder, "Why did he start smirking."

"Probably Right," the Knight scratched his face.

Seeing Lancelot like this, he didn't need to ask if he wanted to pursue him. After all, Lancelot had the words "I really want to be bumped again and miss it" all over his face.

"Let me ask what your tactics are first?"

Although Mordred's face was full of meaning to go all the way, Cyd still asked with the last hint of fluke. road.

"Anyway, they're all here to rob prison, so it's better to just punch in," Mordred waved the sword in his hand nonchalantly.

The soldiers who were guarding the gate of the fort were about to cry.

It's not that they don't know Mordred, the Knight of Treachery, she's probably the most ferocious of all the Knights of the Round Table. She was supposed to be wandering around and suddenly came here without any The solemn Knight brought only a young man with white hair that he had never seen before, which was a problem no matter how he looked at it.

But how could they possibly beat Mordred, so they just pretended not to notice Mordred's anomaly, and they'd just throw the blame later, after all, who would have thought that the King's Knights of the Round Table would come to prison.

Then Mordred said it himself, and didn't hide the volume for fear they couldn't hear it.

What should I do? fight?

The soldiers guarding the fort swallowed.

They really don't want to fight if they can, but Mordred looks like he's going to get through here.

"No way," Cyd sighed smiled and walked towards the soldiers guarding the fort, "Let's talk about the future story."

PS, after all, it is a student party , What are you going to do recently? I have to visit relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year. It is estimated that I can't write words in those days, so I will start by collecting some manuscripts. I plan to send more together with the Holy Grail.

Chapter 10 I Don't Accept Kisses

For those who have lost their way, hope is like a bunch of rays of light in the dark, even if they fall, they will Will stagger and run towards rays of light.

"Done," Cyd gave Mordred a thumbs up.

The soldiers who were trembling and holding weapons had opened the door, and they were lined up neatly at the door as if to welcome their king.

"What did you say to them?" Mordred was a little skeptical about life. He was shaking like a sieve just now, and now his back is straight.

If she hadn't noticed any magic reaction, she would almost suspect that Cyd used the Illusion Technique like the old and shy Magician.

"No, everyone is very understanding," Cyd extend the hand, wrapping Mordred's shoulders and leading her to the open door.

Cyd's gentle smile is easier to appease a flustered soldier than Mordred, who is known for his viciousness and ferocity.

"It always feels very subtly unpleasant," Mordred curl one's lip straight to the direction of the dungeon, "but first, I don't think you can convince the Hassan in the dungeon, we really It really tortured her for many days, and even you could not possibly persuade her to help us."

"I'm helping you now," Cyd was speechless.

"Didn't I tell you the possibility of failure first," Mordred shrugged.

“en?” Cyd glanced at a cell in the corner.

There was a man lying there, and he was Heroic Spirit, but he didn't seem to be treated badly, and he slept soundly.

Probably not who they were looking for.

Doesn't Hassan always wear a mask? What the hell is next to this man's hand? Rice bags?

And Mordred didn't mean to stop at all, still walking forward at a moderate pace with his hands behind his head.

Probably noticing Cyd's hesitation, Mordred turned around and explained impatiently.

"That guy was a servant who stayed at Holy Capital before. It looks like someone's discipline, but it seems that he was arrested for doing something."

"Well, in short, it is This guy deserves to be caught," Cyd glanced at the extremely perfunctory-looking lock on the cell.

Speaking of which, the servant just turned into a spiritual body and came out, and there is no one here to guard it.

"This guy's treatment is just an exception, because there is absolutely no useful information to ask," Mordred reached out and grabbed Cyd's clothes and roughly dragged him into the depths of the dungeon, "Hurry up. Well, God knows if that guy Agravain will suddenly come to interrogate."

"I think you need to change your behavior and appearance to make you a qualified king," directly dragged Cyd, who fell to the ground, said seriously.

"Ah~ I'm sorry," Mordred stopped and kicked the iron door in front of him.

But probably because the brat was too strong, the iron door flew out in the rumbling sound and was embedded in the opposite wall.

The silhouette, bound by the chains, shook violently.

Is this going to kill her directly!

No, have you finally given up?

The face covered by the skeletal mask showed a relieved and relaxed smile.

As a member of the Hassan, Hassan of Serenity, she should kill herself when she is caught, but she is too weak and doesn't even have the right to choose death.

"Hmm, you Knights really gave up your demeanor completely," Cyd patted the dust on his body, looked all around at the same time, and finally turned his gaze to Serenity, who was bound by chains in the center of the room.

"This world doesn't need swords if grace can keep a country going." Mordred curl one's lip.

"Fine fine, does Lord Knight plan to rescue the weak who are suffering," Cyd raised his hands as if surrendering, "Maybe it can also save your reputation."

Mordred took a look at the motionless Serenity and looked away.

"I refuse, that chain will weaken the servant's power, and my intuition tells me that she will definitely attack me the moment I release the chain."

"Yes Yes, Knight of Treachery, I'll take your life if I get the chance," Serenity admitted bluntly.

"Let's go," Mordred said coldly.

"Do you want to try hard, or is this the only thing you have in mind?" Cyd touched his chin, "If you don't get along well with her, your road to becoming a king will be cold."

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"Then untie the chains yourself," Mordred corner of mouth twitching, "If you don't die, I'll consider getting along with her."

"It's really a headache. Lord King," Cyd shrugged straight towards Serenity.