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

Enough is enough.

But when he saw the picture on the ground, he already understood.

The king is back.

Because he was too slow, Wang himself came back to end that twisted self.

How much trouble do I have to cause Wang?

He couldn't help but sigh.

It was because of his hesitation and cowardice that the king became like this, and now because of his weakness, the king has to face this twisted self.

Seeing this sad world, the king must sigh, because all this is caused by her own hands.

King, scold me at least once, because I am the culprit of all this.

Bedivere one-knee kneels At the exit of East Village, silver's hair fell slowly to cover his face.

After seeing the figure that looked a little embarrassed, but the expression was still determined, he no longer needed to confirm.

Although I don't know why Hassan of the Cursed Arm knelt down with him, it doesn't matter anymore.

Bedivere closed his eyes.

Just waiting quietly for the king to reprimand him for this disqualified Knight.

"en?! Why are you here? You're blocking my way!"

Ah, isn't this a bit rude.

Bedivere blinked in confusion.

Speaking of which, this voice is not the king's. The king will never speak in such a rude tone, but more like Mordred, but isn't this the king? Could it be an illusion just now? Because you can't accept that reality and escape yourself?

That's right! It must be so!

How could Mordred be that dignified!

"They say you're in my way!"

Mordred's unhappy loudly shouted leg raised kicked the sullen Bedivere in the face.

"Boom—"

I never thought that the "King" would suddenly give him a kick and the Bedivere flew out in a spiral shape, accompanied by a series of rumbling sounds, Bedivere crashed through a large tree and sank into the ground.

Cursed Arm bowed his head and said nothing. If it was normal, he would have screamed and tried to fight with Mordred, but now he dared not, and even held his breath, because the man standing behind Mordred. Not just Cyd, but their taboos, their taboos, their most respected person - King Hassan.

King Hassan folded his hands on the hilt of the sword, the dark flames in his eyes kept beating, no one knew what he was thinking.

But it must be a mystery that mortals can't understand.

But King Hassan is just wording.

All he speaks to Hassan is always judgment, judgment for their corruption, judgment for their incompetence, judgment for their silence.

But what should he say other than the words of judgment?

Have you worked hard? Or are you doing well?

Cyd raised his hand and tapped the armor on King Hassan's chest.

The flames in King Hassan's eyes jumped.

The pure white hair fluttered in the wind, and that gentle smile seemed to be urging something.

"You are really a headache," King Hassan sighed deeply and walked in front of Cursed Arm, "Cursed Arm lifts the head."

Cursed Arm body Shake violently.

Is it still coming?

The Cursed Arm slowly lifts the head and looks up at the tall silhouette that covers the sun, as if there is no emotion in the dark flames from the abyss.

"What did the devil's arm finally grab?"

Is it coming?

Just like Hassan who was tried in the past.

By the way, this is as it should be by rights, not because of a skill, but because of the name [Hassan] that he got from a little cleverness, and he has been prepared for a long time.

"Have you protected it? It's the life that the devil's arm will hold."

The Cursed Arm's eyes narrowed fiercely, and King Hassan's voice was no longer Indifferent scolding, but a helpless sigh.

"Idiot, now is not the time when you are willing to be judged."

King Hassan hesitated for a moment, then let go of his sword, raised his hand and pressed it on Cursed Arm's head .

"You're doing a great job, living up to Hassan's name."

"pa ――"

Cursed Arm maintains one-knee kneels The posture fell.

King Hassan is Cursed Arm.

As expected of this adult.

"What, so fragile," Mordred curl one's lip, "can't you learn Mordred-sama?"

You're not much better, are you?

Cyd rolled the eyes.

【You did a great job. ]

【I am proud of you. ]

If Arthur said these words to you, I'm afraid your performance will not be as calm as Cursed Arm, and you will be rolling on the ground afterwards.

"Huh? Do you have any comments?" Mordred raised his eyes.

Facing Mordred, who was gradually arrogant, Cyd followed the principle of [the cub jumps and must be pumped], and extended the hand to grab Mordred's skull.

“waaaahhhhh!”