"Wow!" As if he had a nightmare, the werewolf young man jumped up from the bed.
The night was already deep. Lying beside the bed in the darkness was his wife Lianyin.
"Hmm...?" Awakened by the sound Bedivere made when he woke up, Lianyin lazily rubbed his eyes: "What's wrong, dear...? You did something
Nightmare?"
"Uh, um..." the werewolf young man hummed, taking a long breath and forcing himself to calm down. He reached out and stroked his wife's smooth and shiny hair, and then lay back on the bed.
"Everything will be fine, my dear." Lianyin turned her head and slowly dug into the werewolf youth's chest: "Here, you have the whole world. You are carefree and happier than anyone else. Now
It’s enough to enjoy this happiness wholeheartedly, don’t think too much.”
"Of course..." the werewolf young man hummed, closing his eyes and forcing himself to fall asleep again. However, every time he closed his eyes, he could vaguely see the fire, watching from an endless distance.
he.
Whose gaze is that?
At noon the next day, somewhere in the Pure Land of Avalon.
"Oh, Lianyin finally told you?" King Arthur stood aside and listened to Bedivere's explanation, and commented in due course: "I thought she would remain silent."
"I'm not sure that Lianyin said it herself, maybe it was just a dream." The werewolf young man hummed: "I always feel like I was in a daze last night. I heard a lot, and then forgot a lot. I'm a little unclear.
Which part is true and which part is fiction."
"Despite this, the [Origin of Magic] thing is indeed true." The King of Knights laughed and said: "This should be common sense among magicians. No matter which magician you ask in the world, as long as you have some common sense,
, will give you the same answer."
"really......"
"But I have always believed that Lianyin would take your feelings into consideration and not tell you the truth. Sure enough, it was just a dream of yours. Maybe you have heard about it from a magician before. I have been frustrated for the past few days.
Let you think about it day by day and dream by night, combining the appearance of Lianyin with the person who told you this, and projecting it in the form of a dream." King Arthur smiled calmly and said: "No matter what, you can achieve something.
It's a good thing to wake up, Bediwell."
"So today is the last time I try. If I still can't summon the Holy Spirit that belongs to me, I will give up completely." Bedivere sighed: "By the way, Arthur, can't you also not be able to summon the Holy Spirit? It's for the same reason.
?"
"Me?" The King of Knights shrugged and looked at the sky thoughtfully: "Well, God knows. Researchers in Great Britain can't come to any conclusion. Some people say it's because I don't have any desires anymore.
Even if the Holy Spirit does not come out, some people say that there is a [Phantom Crimson Dragon--Anglo Moore] in my body. It is because of the influence of the Phantom Crimson Dragon that the summoning system fails. The Phantom seems to be stronger than the Holy Spirit.
An existence that is much more powerful and even difficult to control. This body only seals Anglo Moore in the body, and it is already reaching its limit."
"That's it." The werewolf young man did not continue to ask, and walked forward to touch the stone tablet.
Oops.
A faint sound of flames being blown sounded in his ears. He closed his eyes involuntarily when he touched the stone tablet, and at the same time, he saw from a distance the ball of fire that was about to be extinguished in the darkness, but stubbornly held on.
A fire that keeps burning.
There was a strange shadow waiting there, a pale wolf shadow. He seemed to have forgotten something, but he couldn't even remember what he had forgotten.
"Bedivere, Bedivere?" King Arthur woke Bedivere up while gently patting his wolf face.
"Hmm... um..." The werewolf young man slowly opened his eyes: "I... what's wrong?"
"It was bounced away when I touched the stone tablet. This is the first time I have seen this happen." King Arthur said: "You fainted for about ten seconds. You are really lucky, Bedivere. If you were in shock for a longer time, you
We probably have to send hospital information --- and there is no hospital in this Avalon Pure Land, so we can only leave it alone and let you sit back and wait for death."
"Ah ha ha ha..." The werewolf young man ignored the King of Knights' cold joke and got up from the ground. He didn't even remember what happened just now, and his memory only stayed at the moment when his palm touched the stone tablet.
Regardless of this, the werewolf young man looked around, trying to find traces of the summoned Holy Spirit, but saw nothing.
"Still can't be summoned. It seems I failed again?" he asked calmly, with a plain helplessness in his tone.
"Obviously, it's easy to see." The King of Knights replied ruthlessly: "But what happened to the phenomenon just now? I have never seen the summoning node of the round table system bounce people away. What have you done, have you seen anything?"
"
"There is... a shadow." The werewolf youth covered his forehead and tried to remember: "In the darkness, far, far away from me, watching me from afar, is the shadow of the wolf."
"Wolf?" The King of Knights seemed to realize something and frowned.
"I always feel like I can summon something, but it's always far away. The Holy Spirit just hasn't taken shape." Bedivere shrugged and said, "Arthur, you can't summon the Holy Spirit either. Do you have the same experience as the pot?"
"It has happened before, but every time I see the shadow of the crimson dragon." The King of Knights blinked, "Occasionally, I also see a white shadow behind the crimson dragon Angel Moore.
But most of the figure is always covered by Anglo Moore, and I can't even see its outline clearly. Bedivere, when you ask me these things, do you want to hear from me the same experiences as you and make you feel better?"
"Uh, I don't dare..." the werewolf young man hummed. King Arthur seemed a little angry.
"Anyway, this will not make you feel better, but will make you uncomfortable. Because [seeing the outline of the Holy Spirit in the dark distance] is proof that the summoner is not qualified."
"......What?"
"Other Knights of the Round Table, as long as they can successfully summon the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit will appear in front of them the moment they touch the stone tablet. You also know this, the summoning of the Holy Spirit is actually closely related to magic, and is also closely related to magic.
The user's emotional intensity in order to realize a certain wish is directly proportional to it. It is said that for all the successful Knights of the Round Table in history, their Holy Spirits will appear once called, as if they are the concrete product of the Knights of the Round Table's wishes, and they are eager to realize them.
The mood of the wish is the same."
The werewolf youth also frowned and did not reply.
"Seeing your Holy Spirit standing still and not coming towards you in the dark like this means that you don't have any urgent wishes to realize. You have no desires, so you can't summon it.
Give it your own Holy Spirit."
"So the summoning has indeed failed." The werewolf youth sighed: "I understand. It seems that if you try again, nothing will change. The attempt to summon the Holy Spirit ends here. I'm sorry that I have been...
I'm causing you trouble, Arthur. From tomorrow on I won't come to Avalon again."
"Since you said so." The King of Knights looked at Bedivere without emotion: "Although I recommend you to be an honorary Knight of the Round Table, and the knights in the Knights of the Round Table unanimously passed this resolution after seeing your qualifications.
But sure enough, the most critical step is to summon the Holy Spirit. If the Holy Spirit cannot be summoned, even the Honorable Knights of the Round Table can't stop it..."
"Hahaha... It doesn't matter even if you don't become a Knight of the Round Table." Bedivere said with a bitter smile: "I can still be an ordinary knight and continue to stay in the Knights of Great Britain to serve Your Majesty."
"Yes, you can indeed..." A gloomy look passed over King Arthur's face. Although it was only for a moment, Bedivere didn't even notice it: "You can indeed continue to stay in the Knights of Great Britain as my
My subordinate, in fact, there is still a shortage of people in the Royal Guards Knights, so you can be my Guards Knight. But... if you can't be a Knight of the Round Table, Bediwell, from now on, your identity may be
It's not the same as the original one. Probably, many knights will look down upon you, thinking that you are just my follower and you became a knight of the guard because of your connections."
"I don't care." Bedivere hummed: "As long as I can stay with you, Arthur, isn't it? And the war will start soon. God knows what form [Boundless Darkness] will attack us by then."
Come here. I am very satisfied if I can stay by your side, Arthur, to protect you."
King Arthur suddenly paused: "War? What war?"
At this time, he had not noticed anything unusual. Bedivere was just stunned and replied: "The final battle with the dark creatures in the Eastern Dark Continent? You must have forgotten it, Arthur? Seven years ago
, Morgan fled to the Eastern Dark Continent, and we also saw that on the other side of the transparent wall of the world, there were those terrifying dark creatures ready to move. No one knows when the wall of the world will collapse and the army of dark creatures will
Whenever we attack again, all we have to do is prepare for the inevitable war."
"Oh, then the war..." The King of Knights shrugged, suddenly showing a look that had nothing to do with him.
Bedivere then frowned and asked: "Arthur, what are you thinking about? Why do you seem not to care about this matter at all?"
"Actually, Bedivere," the King of Knights smiled calmly and told an astonishing fact: "According to the predictions of scholars, the war may not start in the near future.
Even though Morgan, the daughter of darkness, escaped to the east, she still could not find a way to destroy the World Wall and come back to us. All key fragments of the World Wall are also kept in the safest place in the world, and it is impossible for Morgan's remnants to find them.
.According to the predictions of scholars, the wall of the world was breached by monsters, and the global war started again, at least two thousand years later. And at that time, there was no chance for people of our era to perform, Bediville."