Colony, the king's bedroom, the fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, giving the room a gloomy red light.
When spring arrived, everything was growing, but King Charles of Bretonnia was lying on his bed, dying.
Three months ago, the necromancer Heinrici led a huge undead army to approach the Athel Loren forest. The old king Charles personally led the Bretonnian coalition to support the wood elves in the battle. In the final battle, the king's holy sword stabbed
Hitting the heart of the Necromancer ended this vigorous invasion.
However, King Charles was also hit by Heinrici's necromantic spell at the last moment, and his body instantly aged. His already weak body was even more fragile. If it were not for the Holy Grail physique, he would have died on the spot.
Although doctors and life wizards tried their best to save him after returning to Bretonnia, the king's physical condition deteriorated day by day, until he was finally bedridden.
When Bertolt entered, the room was heated by the fireplace. But what lingered was the smell of death. Yes, the king's life was passing away bit by bit, as if a force from another world was coming.
It corroded the king's frail body bit by bit.
Charles was fighting, but to no avail. His skin was as pale as snow, his body was so thin that only skin and bones were left, and only a layer of pale skin covered his originally rosy cheeks.
Servants came and went, adding more firewood or boiling water, because the king kept shouting that he was cold.
Bertolt walked over and saw the king tilting his head feebly, talking to the Duke of Bastogne beside him.
"Berto...come here, I see you..."
The king's voice was muddy, and Berto felt his heart tighten. King Charles was the person he respected the most. He had sworn allegiance to the king, but now, this noble king he looked up to was like a rotting corpse, with empty eyes.
, limbs are weak.
"I am here, my king."
Bertol walked over, squatted down in front of the king's bed, and held the old king's withered hand with one hand.
"If you get any closer, I won't be able to speak clearly anymore."
Charles gasped.
Bertol came closer and put his ear to the king.
"Berto, I can't do it anymore. I really can't do it anymore. Damn it, that necromancer used dirty tricks, and I didn't even have any defenses."
"An honest person can never fight against a vicious villain."
Berto returns.
"But upright people will be protected by gods, and in the end, evil will not prevail against good."
the king corrected.
"Indeed...human beings need faith..."
Berto echoed.
"Berto, it's such a pity that I didn't get to see you become a Knight of the Holy Grail until my death. You are one of the most chivalrous people I have ever seen. It's such a pity..."
Charles coughed and said, and the attendant beside him quickly handed over the basin, and a mouthful of black blood spattered into the pure gold basin. The attendant quickly took it off and cleaned it. For a moment, Berto also felt a pang of regret, even the king's attendant
They are all Knights of the Holy Grail, but he has been running around and exploring all his life, but still has no chance of getting the Holy Grail. Maybe the gods can't hear his prayers, Berto comforted himself.
"A person's destiny is not up to him..."
Berto calmly replied. Indeed, after experiencing so many ups and downs, Berto, who has passed middle age, can indeed maintain a normal mind.
"Oh, it's true... A person has to go through too many things in his life. When I was an adventure knight..."
Charles said, falling into a kind of memory.
"You know what? Your experience is so similar to mine, and your personality is so similar to mine. We are both people who are willing to risk everything for our goals. In the eyes of outsiders, we are stubborn. However, only we ourselves know that we are
What do you want?"
Charles sighed and continued——
"What a pity, I am going to die eventually. My son..."
As Charles spoke, he stopped, and his eyes obviously dimmed a lot. Berto knew what the king was worried about. Although the prince Victor was brave, he did not have all the qualities a king should have. He was irritable, hot-tempered, and eager for quick success.
, these are all signs of immaturity. Charles does not know who will control the country after his death. In name, Victor will inherit his throne, but there is no time, who will teach him to grow up? Will the Lady of the Lake agree?
Huh? All of this is clouded with doubts, shrouding Charles's mind.
"Victor will be a good king. I will be as loyal to him as I am to you."
Berto held the king's hand and said.
"Everything is fate, everything is decreed by the Lady of the Lake. You only need to be loyal to the Lady of the Lake."
Charles trembled and said, his voice so weak that he could not hear clearly. It is hard to imagine that such a frail old man was still dominating the battlefield a few months ago.
A few days later, the funeral of old King Charles was held at the Royal Cemetery in the capital... On the day of the funeral, the sun was shining brightly... Not every funeral is filled with rain. Four Knights of the Holy Grail carried the heavy coffin and walked step by step.
Cemetery Center.
On both sides of the funeral road were the elite knights of the kingdom. Finally, there were the Holy Grail Knights who King Charles had fought alongside during his life, and the Thirteen Dukes in the kingdom.
Everyone's face was filled with heaviness. In a solemn atmosphere, the four Holy Grail Knights slowly lowered the king's coffin. In the coffin, King Charles only showed a haggard and thin face. His body was covered with thick sperm.
The steel armor was used to cover up the rotten skin and atrophied muscles, making the deceased still look tall. But everyone knew that the body inside the armor had long since decayed.
Then, the attendants carried the coffin into the grave that had been dug. The Kingdom of Bretonnia performed burials, which turned many corpses into zombies in the graves after death... Talinnam had long ago suggested that cremation be used instead of burial.
.However, funerals are the tradition of the kingdom, and no one will listen to the opinions of a little knight.
Talinnam remembered that when he was a servant under Rhodes, the great lord would cremate all the corpses wherever he went, leaving the necromancer no chance to pick up the corpses. However, except for Rhodes, he has never seen anyone else like that.
Lords who valued cremation.
The long and tedious ceremony lasted all morning and finally ended. Just when Talinnam thought he could go back and take a bath and rest, a more solemn shout suddenly came from the field. It was the two bodyguards beside the king.
shouted the Grail Knight.
In an instant, all the knights, dukes and lords present knelt down one after another. Talinam, who did not understand what was going on and looked confused, also knelt down on one knee with everyone.
I saw a lady with a faint light walking out of the crowd. Her every move was so elegant. From a distance, Talinnam couldn't see the lady's face clearly, but he knew it without guessing. It could make Bretonnia
Of all the knights, only the Lake Fairy knelt down.
What is she here to do?
Soon, Talinnam's question was answered. He saw the Lake Fairy step by step towards the knight who knelt down towards him... To be precise, that was not only a knight, but also the prince of Bretonnia. Old
The titular heir to King Charles…
However, without the approval of the Lake Goddess, no one would regard him as the successor of the king before. But now, the mystery has an answer. The expressions on the faces of the Thirteen Dukes are different. They know the character of Prince Victor, but Lake
No one can question the will of the lady.
In the solemn atmosphere of the audience, the Lake Fairy walked up to the prince and put the crown symbolizing power on the head of the new king. All the knights and lords shouted——