A certain day of a certain year and a certain month.
"It hurts so much!" the dog boy cried and said, "Dad, please be more careful!"
"Sorry, sorry." Bedivere carefully applied the burn medicine to the wound on his son's arm and said with a smile: "But you finally learned a lesson this time, right? Who asked you to go without adult permission?"
Touch daddy's lightsaber? Just being touched by the edge of the lightsaber and getting a small cut is considered a blessing in misfortune. What if you swing the lightsaber randomly and cut off your own arm? "
"I'm sorry... Huskey knows I was wrong..." the dog-man boy drooped his ears and replied, "But Dad is so handsome compared to when he used this to fight the monsters. Huskey is also
I want to be so handsome."
"The lightsaber is a dangerous weapon, and you are too young to touch it now." Bedivere said, "When you are older, daddy will teach you swordsmanship. When you can swing a wooden sword freely, you will not let yourself go."
When you are injured, you will naturally be asked to pick up the lightsaber."
"Hmm..." Husky hummed.
Of course, Bedivere said this just to comfort his son. In fact, whether it is the Esquimo village where he used to live or the people of Great Britain, many warrior or knight family lines will start when the child is a few years old.
They were given combat training. When Bediwell was as young as Husky, he had already picked up real swords and practiced with his father. After all, in such an uneven era, even children must have a certain degree of self-confidence.
To maintain your ability, you must be able to pick up weapons and fight as soon as possible.
"Will this...leave a scar?" Husky asked worriedly when he saw the entire gash on the inside of his arm that had been burned and shaved by the lightsaber.
"Probably not."
"Eh!?"
"If you use magic to activate the wound soon after the injury to repair it, there will be no scars. It's a pity that your mommy just went out to do errands, and there is no one to help you heal the wound, haha." Bediwell said with a mischievous grin: "
The dermis near the wound will be necrotic before she comes back, which will probably leave a lifelong wound."
"Why, how can you be like this?"
"So you deserve it. It's good to play with something dangerous like a lightsaber when Mommy and Daddy aren't around. It's a good lesson to give you a lifelong lesson." Bediwell continued to laugh.
He said: "But Daddy forgot to hide the lightsaber somewhere where you can't find it. Daddy is also at fault."
The dog-man boy pouted his mouth, looking aggrieved.
"Don't worry about it," Bedivere stroked his son's dog head, "Fortunately you are an orc. After the wound recovers, you can push the hair around it to cover it, and no one will be able to see this small wound. And in the past
Who said that? [Scars on a man’s body are proof of bravery and can be worn like a medal].”
"That's just a scar from the battle, but Husky was injured by himself!" The dog-man boy retorted with a sad face: "Wouldn't this be [proof of shame]?"
"Indeed, but there's nothing wrong with that." Bedivere couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This is equivalent to leaving you an eternal warning so that you will never forget it and not touch those things that you cannot control."
"Hey------" the dog-man boy pouted.
"Okay, the bandaging is done." During the conversation, Bediwell had already wrapped a bandage on his son's arm and tied a big bow with the bandage.
"Why is it a bow? It looks like a little girl..."
"Isn't it good? You said it in a very cute way."
The dog-man boy pouted even more: "Dad is a bully!"
"Hahahahaha!!" the werewolf young man laughed.
(Husky...)
(Like seeing you again...)
(Even if this body is going to be destroyed, even if my life is about to end...I will...)
(Yes. I finally understand.)
(If I drank that red potion on impulse at that time...)
(Maybe he will survive, but as a price, he will disappear forever------)
(It must be the most cherished thing in this life.)
(All the memories with that kid.)
"Hmm...?" Bedivere suddenly opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
It hurt so much. His whole body ached. Only then did he understand how serious the damage caused to his body by the Dawn's fall was, and it was probably the internal injuries he had received due to the violent impact.
In the haziness, he seemed to see someone bandaging his wounds, and that person was also using magic to treat him. A burst of white light slowly released from the person's palm, bringing a shock to Bedivere's chest and abdomen.
There is a vague warmth.
Really? His consciousness gradually became clearer. It was the young man who looked a bit like Solar who came to save him and took him away from Moby Dick. They may have escaped to safety now.
There, it was the young man who was bandaging his wounds and treating his internal injuries.
"Are you awake?" the other party asked when he saw the werewolf young man's eyelids moving.
"Where's my...crew?"
"No problem, my companions rescued them. Moby Dick should also stay away from the crash site of the sand ship." The other party replied calmly.
"Really...Thank you." Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.
He knows where this place is. This is the underground ruins of the ancient God-human race that he arrived at before chasing the golden ship Desert Ship. It is located in the sea of glass, [Seventy-third Supply Station].
He was brought to a place like this. It was unexpected but reasonable. Once in this area, even Moby Dick couldn't intervene. But why did the young man know this place? This is not Bedi
The area they stumbled across?
Bedivere remembered the "mysterious gang" that King Arthur mentioned before, a group that possesses super-advanced technology that no country in the world has yet, knows a lot of inside stories, and can even act secretly without warning. This young man
He must be a member of this group, otherwise they would never have been able to rush over to rescue Bediwell and his crew in such a timely manner when they were in danger.
Although they are a mysterious group wrapped in countless mysteries, the young man's clothes are extremely ordinary, the casual clothes often worn by Egyptian civilians. The man's whole body exudes a mysterious aura, a "in order to cover up"
The wonderful aura of being "extraordinary and deliberately pretending to be ordinary". The man didn't even have any body odor - although this may have something to do with Bedivere's current poor physical condition, his nose is not as sensitive as before.
, but, the other party did not emit even a bit of smell, no smell of [human], not even the smell of living things.
That weird feeling was as if he had deliberately drank the Elephant Tribe's secret "odor-purifying potion" to hide his body odor.
Is that guy... on guard against Bediwell? Because he knew that Bediwell's nose was very sensitive, so he deliberately hid his body odor like this?
Maybe it's because... Bediwell recognized that guy's original body odor?
The more he thought about it, the stranger he became, the werewolf young man was lying there, quietly sizing up each other.
"You are also injured." He saw the blood and wounds on the young man's body and asked, "Aren't you going to take care of it?"
"I'm fine," the other party disagreed. "I just had a little dispute with my companions, had a fight, and suffered some skin injuries. This is nothing."
"Really...?" Bedivere then asked: "But why is there a dispute? Aren't you companions? Will your companions really rescue my crew members properly?"
"Yes, don't worry." The other party confirmed again and again.
"Even if you say that...it doesn't feel very convincing." The werewolf young man tried to put force on his abdomen to get up.
"Hey, what are you doing!" The other party said anxiously: "You are so seriously injured, how can you get up?"
"...Woof?"
"No, I mean, [Wow!]" the other party changed his words.
Bedivere was silent for a moment.
"I really can't believe you." He added: "Thank you for your kindness and thank you for helping me heal my injuries. But I have to rush back to save my crew members."
Seeing how stubborn the werewolf young man was, the other party became anxious: "But they have been picked up by my companions and are now in the medical cabin and on their way to Cairo!"
Bedivere then issued a series of questions: "Are your companions really worthy of trust? Didn't they fight with you just now? The wound on your arm is quite deep. The other party had murderous intent and really wanted to kill you.
Attacking, right? So your companions are really worthy of trust?"
The young man turned his face and replied in a low voice, a little embarrassed: "Yes... he wants to kill me. But we are still companions, and he will never do what he promised to do."
Break your promise."
He turned around and looked at Bedivere seriously: "So please, just trust me, okay? You need to rest. If you move around again, you will really die."
"Then please at least tell me why you have differences." Bediwell asked sharply: "Is it because of me?"
As if he had hit the mark, a solemn look appeared on the other party's face.
"Is it because you wanted to save me but your companions didn't allow it, so you guys started fighting?" Bedivere continued to ask.
The young man was quite shocked by Bedivere's acumen, and because he knew that he could not hide the shock on his face and could not hide it, he reluctantly nodded.
"You came to save people, but they were unwilling to save me, and they didn't even want you to save me, so you started fighting." Bediwell continued to analyze: "As a result, you left your companions and came alone.
Saved me. Is that so?"
The mysterious young man nodded again.
"So why, they were unwilling to save me, but you saved me?"
"Because... you were supposed to die in that battle. That was your fate..." the young man replied in a low voice: "I acted without authorization and probably caused some harm to the world."
Is there any adverse effect?"
"Where should I die? Destiny?" Bedivere felt funny: "What you said is as if you know everything about the past and the future and know when and what events will happen."
The other party fell into silence.
"How could...!" Only then did the werewolf young man realize that his joke might come true, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath!
Whose prophecy was it? Did he use some kind of supernatural power to predict the future?! Or is this mysterious group originally ------------------!!
Bedivere, who was thinking deeply and fearfully, looked at the young man with horrified eyes, but the other man was avoiding Bedivere's inspection and turned his face away.
"What kind of magical group of guys are you..." Bedivere couldn't help but sigh: "You are a time traveler, right?"
Although the other party did not answer, Bedivere guessed something from the twinkling eyes of the other party.
"It's unbelievable! You guys are from the future?!"