Cologne, outside the king's palace, the rapid shouts of knight Mattoni echoed.
However, outside the palace, he was stopped by the Grand Duke Bastogne——
"The king is very weak and in urgent need of rest. No one should disturb him."
As a comrade-in-arms, a courtier, and a loyal partner, the Grand Duke of Bastogne has been guarding him since the defeat of the Bretonnian coalition forces and the injury of King Charles. He knows that special times require special treatment. Prince Victor Charles has not yet
Mature, when the king is seriously injured and comatose, he must help the unreliable prince tide over the difficulties.
"But, but I have very important news to convey to the king!"
The knight was panting and pleading relentlessly.
"What news? Tell me first. I will tell King Charles when he wakes up."
Bastogne stared at the knight and asked seriously.
The knights of the kingdom did not dare to look directly into the brown eyes of the Grand Duke, but the importance of the information seemed to have to be known to the king himself.
"Tell me, what is it? Knight!"
The Duke of Bastogne shouted loudly. He stared at the young knight with unquestionable majesty in his eyes.
"Yes, sir." The knight of the kingdom stood upright, "The army of the undead has left Quinaris and headed for the forest."
"Is it the forest where the wood elves live?"
Bastogne asked seriously.
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
The knight of the kingdom answered seriously.
"When did you set out from Quinaris?"
"Three days ago..."
"That means the undead army, led by Heinrich, has left Quinaris for at least three days?"
Bastogne frowned and asked.
"It should be like this. I haven't received any other news in the past three days..."
"This is really a big deal. Does Duke Tancred know about it?"
Bastogne continued to ask.
"I don't know. I drove my beloved horse non-stop and rushed here to report to His Majesty the King."
The knight answered honestly.
"Swear to the Lady of the Lake, everything you say is true!"
Bastogne asked seriously.
"I swear……"
The kingdom knight raised his head and spoke seriously.
…
The king's palace.
Charles woke up from a nightmare. He dreamed of forests, armies, a sky covered by green leaves, and countless skeletons and zombies. In that familiar place, Bretonnian knights appeared, and there was endless blood. Horror
The undead army rolled over the defense line composed of humans and elves, rushed into the depths of the forest, and even the ancient tree men were mauled to death.
In the dream, Charles was like a flying bird, or maybe he was just a person, a mortal, lifted up by a mysterious force and dragged into the air, overlooking the entire battlefield and the entire forest. Through layers of dense forests and dense leaves,
Charles saw the extremely huge ancient tree that soared into the sky. Is that the holy tree that the elves called? Charles didn't know. Looking around, the undead army was like a blue and black tide, engulfing the forest, and in that ancient tree
Next to the sacred tree, there are thousands of flames.
He was like a bird forced to fly forward. The thick black smoke made it almost impossible for him to see anything and to breathe. Suddenly, a powerful force grabbed him towards the ground. When he was close to the ground
, Charles saw clearly that it was a hill piled up by countless skeletons, burning, burning, burning next to the World Sacred Tree... And on top of these piles of skeletons was the familiar and powerful necromancer - Hein.
Rich.
When Charles woke up, the room was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat. There seemed to be a ray of light above his head. Charles stretched out his right hand to touch it and tried to open his eyes, only to discover that it was
It's not a colorful halo, but a beautiful lady - Morgiana.
The person that every king and Holy Grail Knight has met is also the most sacred person in the whole of Bretonnia, because she is the messenger of God and the messenger of the Lady of the Lake...
"Ma'am, I'm sorry, I just..."
Facing the Lake Fairy, Charles seemed a little embarrassed. He almost touched the fairy's cheek just now.
But the Lake Fairy Morgiana didn't seem to care at all. She walked away and walked to the center of the room. Only then did Charles see some other people standing in the room-Grail Knight Gerald, Grand Duke Ba
Stoney, Attendant Claude... a group of people stood there, all with their heads lowered, facing the Lake Fairy.
Charles instinctively felt that something was wrong. How long had he been in a coma? Where was Heinrich's undead army now? At this moment, as the king, he had no idea...
After a while, Morgiana slowly walked over——
"King Charles, your destiny must be led by the Lady of the Lake. This is the darkest moment and the brightest moment. I have a task for you. Come on..."
After saying that, the Lake Fairy stretched out her flawless hands and gently placed them on the chest of old King Charles. That was the part injured by the undead monster. It had developed symptoms of suppuration many days ago. Any medicine
They were unable to stop the wound from festering. This was also the reason why the king was so weak.
However, a magical scene occurred. Not long after Morgiana gently stroked the wound, the wound miraculously healed quickly. For a moment, Charles felt a mysterious power pouring into his body. He didn't know what it was.
, but in short it was very warm and refreshing. It seemed as if it made him twenty years younger in an instant.
The Duke of Bastogne was stunned as he watched. He didn’t know what it was. Is it magic? Or a miracle? Or just an illusion? But no matter what, the injury that could not be healed for more than half a month was easily healed by the Lake Fairy.
He was cured by his touch. So, what did she want to do? What was the will of the Lady of the Lake that she just mentioned? What was that? Even though he was a Grand Duke, Bastogne didn't know anything at the moment.
"My sword! My armor!"
After Morgiana left, Charles felt reborn. He called his attendants and asked them to put on his armor.
The mysterious power refreshed the old king, which was something to be happy about. However, the Grand Duke frowned. Why? Well, there is no reason... We should have trusted the Lake Fairy and listened to her words.
Follow her warnings, follow her arrangements... This has been the case for thousands of years. What is doubtful about this? Bastogne thought so and followed King Charles out of the palace.
They want to follow the footsteps of the Lake Goddess and go to a mysterious place. There is the will of the Lake Goddess, and there is the destiny arrangement mentioned by Morgiana...