"Hmm...?" Bedivere subconsciously made a defensive move, and his posture was frozen like that, which was quite embarrassing.
"That's about it." Sword Saint Claire put away her sword: "The weapon you are using is obviously not your usual equipment. If you continue to fight, it will be very unfair to you. Your usual equipment cannot be brought into South Africa, right?"
"
"...Can you see this?"
"The position of the center of gravity of each weapon is different. When you swing the sword, you deliberately adjust your movements to accommodate its center of gravity. It is obvious that you are not used to using it." Claire hummed: "And the strength of the weapon in your hand is different."
He also didn’t control it properly and actually tried to use this fragile weapon to block my soul-stealing sword. This is simply an act of suicide.”
The werewolf young man snorted.
"That's alright. Let's decide the outcome between us later." The sword master took back her sword and carried it behind her back: "It wouldn't be good for you to neglect your girlfriend for a long time. I hope Sven
Don't be jealous, Ms.
"Hmph..." Sherrichard, who had been watching, groaned.
"So...so, have I passed your test?" Bediwell also put away his weapon and asked tentatively: "Can you tell me the whereabouts of Sword Saint Joseph and Sword Saint Jacques?"
"Holy Sword Council." She suddenly said an unfamiliar word.
"Holy Sword...Parliament?"
"That is an ancient restriction. A brief meeting for sword masters to meet regularly." The elf woman continued: "The purpose is nothing more than to check whether the current sword masters still have the qualifications to use the holy sword, and to discuss the masters of those masters.
Where does the sword go?"
Bedivere remembered that Claire said that when a sword master disobeys the will of the holy sword too much, he will be deprived of the power to use the holy sword and lose his qualification as a sword master.
"I don't know where Sword Master Joseph and Yak are currently. But if the agreed time comes, they will definitely attend the Holy Sword Council. If you know the location of the Council, you will have a chance to see them."
Sword Master Claire replied without emotion: "Not only Sword Masters are allowed to attend the Holy Sword Council, Sword Masters can bring one or two entourage with them. Maybe I can take you there and let you question those two people in person.
?"
"Is it okay?" Bedivere's ears twitched: "Aside from me...can I let one more person go? For example, the King of Great Britain, King Arthur."
"I will think about it." Claire replied coldly: "The Sword Master should not interfere in the internal affairs of Great Britain. But since the two Sword Masters betrayed Great Britain and caused damage to your kingdom, the king should question them.
right."
She walked to the clothes drying rack on the rooftop and took off her dried cloak. The cloak that should have been stained with blood was now very clean.
"There is another question -" Seeing Claire wanting to leave, Bedivere hurriedly asked: "You said that there are still unowned holy swords in the world. So... is the magic sword Gram actually also a holy sword?"
"Oh, Gram. It's so nostalgic." Claire said with a smile: "That sword finally fell into the hands of you orcs, and then it was smeared by the human society and slandered as a magic sword, right?
Bar."
The werewolf young man swallowed.
"But, yes. The opinions of others are not important. The Holy Sword is the Holy Sword. Even if it is not slandered as a demon sword and is not recognized by the world, the power of the Holy Sword itself will not change at all. After obtaining the Holy Sword and being able to use its power,
You are still a sword master. Shouldn't you know this better than me, little wolf? Gram was originally in your father's hands."
Bediwell's heart suddenly stopped beating: "You...you know my father?"
"Of course I know him. Although he is not an expert in swordsmanship, Beowulf is a sword master after all. I am not familiar with him, but I have visited his tribe in private. I even hugged you when you were a child, little wolf."
The werewolf youth showed an even more surprised expression. No wonder he always felt that Sword Saint Claire looked familiar. Not only because he had seen Sword Saint Claire's face in the information, but also because he had seen this Sword Saint Claire when he was a child.
Aunt Leia.
"With the death of your father, the Holy Sword Gram has been lost, right?" Claire asked back: "It seems that you have failed to inherit your father's responsibilities?"
"Unfortunately, no." Bedivere showed a thoughtful expression: "Gram, the sword of victory, is now in the hands of a stupid tiger."
"oh?"
"You said that the Sword Master is a person chosen by the Holy Sword. If you are not a Sword Master, you cannot exert the true power of the Holy Sword, right?"
"That's what I said."
Although he was very annoyed and dissatisfied, even though he was aggrieved, Bedivere continued to reason: "Then on the other hand... if you can use the power of the holy sword, does it mean that guy is chosen? He becomes the sword master?"
"
"That's right." Claire's decisive answer made Bedivere even more uncomfortable: "I'm afraid that stupid tiger you mentioned has been selected by Gram and is the sword master."
(That bastard Othello!)
When he learned this unchangeable fact, veins appeared on Bedivere's forehead, and he really felt murderous intention in his heart.
The Demonic Sword (Holy Sword) Gram should obviously be a relic left to him by his father, the most precious treasure of the Esquimo tribe. However, this sword fell into the hands of the son of his father-killing enemy, and that guy still owns it.
gained the right to use the Holy Sword.
Outrageous, too outrageous!
There really is destiny in this world, such a ridiculous thing.
Some people have obviously never made any efforts, but just because the holy sword happened to fall into their hands, just because they happened to be chosen by the holy sword, they still became sword masters.
——Compared with this, what are those people who have worked hard all their lives but achieved nothing?
Strong jealousy and hatred surged out of his heart uncontrollably. He even wanted to rush back now and kill the hateful tiger-man Othello with one sword.
"Calm down, little wolf." Sword Saint Claire seemed to be able to read Bedivere's thoughts: "The Holy Sword will choose a successor. There must be a reason. The choice of the Holy Sword is something we cannot control and cannot overturn.
Even if you kill the Khajiit who just became the Sword Master and take away the holy sword Gram from him, what you will get is just a piece of mortal iron and you will not be able to exert its true power."
"Is there any... way to take back the inheritance of the Holy Sword from him?"
"Unfortunately, no. The choice of the Holy Sword is only related to the will of the Holy Sword and cannot be controlled by anyone. Even if you defeat the successor of the Holy Sword through an upright duel, the inheritance rights will not be automatically transferred to you."
Bedivere sighed deeply.
"You don't have any other questions, Xiaolang?" Sword Master Claire shrugged and said, "If you don't have any other questions, I should go."
"Wait... wait!" Bedivere thought of another question and hurriedly asked: "King Arthur's sword... Is the Sword of the King also one of the holy swords?"
"Well, you can say yes or no." Claire even showed a puzzled look and struggled to explain: "The nature of the King's Sword is very special, and it operates outside the system of the Holy Sword. It also chooses its own
Master, you can regard it as the king among the holy swords? But other holy swords are independent of each other and do not interfere with each other. We don't obey King Arthur, right?"
"So King Arthur is not a sword master."
"King Arthur is just a king, my dear." The female sword master's answer was ambiguous.
Bedivere was silent for a moment.
"I will leave Bretonlia tomorrow." Seeing that Bedivere had no other problems, Claire walked towards the stairwell: "The child who was rescued just now was left in this hospital. It should be
Can I ask you to take care of me?"
"...Well, leave it to me." Bedivere replied without hesitation: "I will ensure his personal safety."
"Very good." Claire turned her eyes to Sherrich: "Speaking of which, I have been receiving an interesting anonymous message these days. This mysterious message tells me that a huge disaster is about to befall this city.
You want me to escape as soon as possible. Do you know anything?"
"No. I don't know anything." The Snow Lion girl smiled and replied, "Maybe it's a prank, Miss Sword Saint?"
"Maybe." Claire blinked, her beautiful dark green eyes shining brightly in the sunlight, as if she could see through everything.
"Then, see you later." She turned to Bediwell and said: "I will contact you when the deadline of the Holy Sword Council is approaching. Please be sure to bring your tiger friend with you so that I can meet this
The newly born sword master."
The elf woman waved her hand and walked away.
"Okay, okay..." Bedivere watched Claire leave, acting a little slow.
"Are you okay?" Sherrichard came over and asked.
"Hmm? I'm fine." Bedivere came back to his senses, still feeling inexplicably frustrated. Mainly because he learned the fact that Othello was the sword master.
Even if he can prove that [Sword of Victory Gram] is a relic of his father, will he never get that sword back?
His father's relics fell into the hands of the son of his father's enemy, and the sword recognized that guy as its new owner... This fact is really hard to let go.
"Bad date?" the Snow Lion girl came over and asked with a smile, looking so cynical.
"It's not that bad." The werewolf young man smiled bitterly: "At least, I have benefited a lot."
He looked at Sherrichard intently. He was very concerned about what Sword Master Claire said before leaving. Claire seemed to have been warned by an anonymous message, which said that the city would be hit by a huge disaster soon.
, asking her to leave as soon as possible.
Combined with Sherrichard's recent actions, Bedivere is almost certain that this matter is related to her and the Sphinx Consortium.
"What she just said is really concerning." Bedivere then probed: "Is your Sphinx Consortium planning to do some sabotage work to this city?"
"Sabotage the work? Do you mean destroy the SEELE system?" Sherrichard asked with a poker face.
"I'm worried about something worse than that." The werewolf youth frowned and asked, "I hope your actions won't hurt too many innocent people."
"If so, are you going to stop me? How should you stop me?" The Snow Lion girl smiled mysteriously and lightly flipped her long snow-white hair. The long hair fluttered gently in the breeze and shone brightly in the sunlight.
Bedivere fell into deep silence, not only because of her beauty in front of her, but also because of her... unfathomable.
"It would be great if one day we could be honest with each other without being so suspicious of each other." The werewolf young man sighed.
"Are you honest..." Sherrichard cast his gaze into the sky: "Even men and women who are passionately in love, even couples who have been together for many years, cannot be completely honest with each other. Everyone wants to keep a few things in their life.
It’s a dark secret, isn’t it?”
Bedivere was speechless.
"I'll just take a step back and say it." Sherrichard said with a smile, "If you propose to me now, I might agree? If I become your fiancée, I might give everything I know to you
, I will tell you all my plan. Maybe you still have a chance to stop me?"
The werewolf youth showed a serious expression: "Don't make such a joke with me."
"Does this look like a joke?" She gradually stopped smiling, but the corners of her mouth remained raised: "If I really plan to do something terrible, aren't you going to stop me, Bediwell?"
gentlemen?"
"I believe you have a conscience, Miss Sherrichard. I believe that no matter what you do, you will not harm innocent people." Bedivere replied with a serious face: "I believe that even if we don't use our feelings
By making a mortgage, you will eventually choose to do the right thing."
"There is no right or wrong in this world. Right and wrong are rules set by people for their own convenience. And this right and wrong, rules and regulations will change due to different people's positions."
"Even so, I believe in your kindness, Miss Sherrichard." Bedivere replied.
"You praise me too much." The Snow Lion girl shook her head: "It's getting late, let's go back."
"The child left in the hospital by Sword Saint Claire..."
"The consortium will send someone to pick him up. He will be placed in a welfare facility in Egypt and receive careful care. Don't worry."
"But that was an agreement between Miss Claire and I, and I should have fulfilled it——"
"I was the one who stopped you from saving people." Sherrichard said, "Please let me contribute to this matter as compensation."