At the same time, Holy United Kingdom of Great Britain, Elsenburg, the king's office.
"What? A volcano erupted?" King Arthur put down the approval document in his hand.
"The Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland suddenly became active." A mermaid envoy said to the King of Knights: "This is the most violent volcanic activity in three thousand years. Its first eruption has caused serious disasters. Many local people have been injured."
The villages of the Jing people have been buried by lava, and the toxic volcanic ash is spreading towards your Great Britain by the wind."
The King of Knights frowned and glanced at the report of the volcanic eruption: "This year has been really troubled. Well, just ask if you have any requests. Since Great Britain and Iceland are allies, they will not let this happen.
It doesn’t matter. Let’s first allocate 1.6 billion Tabritan gold coins from the national treasury to support the disaster relief work in Iceland.”
"In fact, Your Majesty ---" the mermaid envoy looked troubled, and seemed to have a bigger request: "The money aspect is not the biggest problem. It's just that our Majesty the Queen has a merciless request ---"
Arthur frowned again. This [unkind invitation] was probably not a good thing. But he still had to agree: "Say it, I'll listen."
"This eruption of Eyjafjallajökull has affected a very large area." The mermaid envoy also made the request with a look of embarrassment: "About two-thirds of Iceland was affected by the volcanic eruption and became an uninhabitable area. There are
More than 200,000 people have lost their homes. With Iceland's current manpower and land resources, it will be very difficult to arrange temporary housing for these 200,000 people."
The King of Knights looked at the mermaid quietly: "Do you want me to take in these 200,000 Icelandic refugees?"
"...Yes, Your Majesty is wise."
King Arthur immediately became unhappy: "Europe is so big. Instead of sending refugees there, you squeeze 200,000 people into a small island country like Britannia. What are you thinking?"
"Well... because Icelanders, especially mermaids, are more afraid of heat. They can't stay in countries like Rome." The envoy blushed and explained: "And our relationship with Norway and Switzerland is not particularly good.
I don’t want to owe them too much favor. In the end, I have no choice but to beg you, Your Majesty. The relationship between the Prince and Her Majesty Queen Lilith...you know."
"Oh, of course." King Arthur immediately showed an impatient look on his face, "It's all the romantic debt caused by Younes. ---Okay, I will approve this matter. Of course, whether it will be approved or not in the end,
It still depends on the decision of the Round Table Council."
(And the Round Table Council always acts with the purpose of treating people well, so it would be strange if it doesn't approve it.)
"Of course. Thank you, His Majesty King Arthur." After successfully persuading the other party, the mermaid envoy said with a slightly proud smile.
"Back off." The King of Knights waved his hand in annoyance.
The mermaids left happily, and the celestial knight Grand Duke Younes also sent an urgent message.
"Your Majesty!" As soon as Arthur pressed the button to answer the call, Younes' urgent voice came out of the phone.
"Needless to say, I heard everything from the envoy from Iceland. This matter has been approved."
"...Thank you, Your Majesty. But, Your Majesty---"
King Arthur couldn't laugh or cry: "What? You have an opinion if I don't approve this matter, and you have an opinion if I approve it?"
"Your Majesty, is it really okay to suddenly allow more than 200,000 people to immigrate to Great Britain? There are huge security risks." Younes expressed his doubts directly.
At this point, the King of Knights finally erupted, and the eruption was more violent than the volcano in Iceland: "Oh, speaking of safety risks, why didn't you consider [safety risks] when you did that kind of thing with the queen of another country?"
]?"
Younes was embarrassed when he said this: "No, this... I can't help myself."
Love has no reason, nor does it choose a time or place to happen.
"Yes, I can't help it." The King of Knights shook his head and said sarcastically. Although the other party was on the other side of the phone, he couldn't see Arthur's shaking head at all: "Stop talking, this matter will be approved like this. If you are still not satisfied, leave it to the Round Table Conference."
Just go and decide, I don’t care. I hope Iceland will truly fulfill its promise and not make any small moves against our country during the treaty period."
Younes chuckled: "They won't. There is no military organization in Europe that can compete with the Knights of the Round Table. Countries that are aware of current affairs will follow the trend of Great Britain, unless that country wants to destroy itself."
"Watch the way you speak, Younes." King Arthur warned: "Great Britain is a peace-loving country. We will not invade any country, nor will we compete for European hegemony. Please don't listen to outsiders.
of rumors."
"...Of course, Your Majesty." Younes repeated silently, "Of course."
King Arthur sneered disapprovingly. Of course the other party couldn't see it.
"So, when will the fleet carrying the refugees set off?"
"Just today. They may be on their way."
That same night, on a cargo ship bound for Pantoracen.
"Woo!" Albert fell off the bed in a sway, and his cat face happened to come into close contact with the damp wooden floor of the ship.
"It's so dirty!---Who, who will help me up!" The paralyzed tiger man exclaimed.
"What a fuss." Werewolf Bedivere got up from the bed and helped Al up from the ground. "You loser, how come you have been paralyzed for so long and haven't recovered from the ice bee's anesthetic toxin? You still need someone to serve you.
how long?"
"Please help me wipe my face, thank you." Al ordered as soon as he lay back on the bed.
The werewolf helplessly reached out and wiped Albert's cat face.
"How did I know this would happen? Maybe this is the so-called allergic reaction." Tiger said.
About 10% of people will have a severe allergic reaction after being stung by a bee. The symptoms include various edema, limb weakness, coma and fever, and even death in severe cases.
For ice bees, poisonous bees with extraordinary neurotoxicity, the allergic reaction will be even more intense.
"To be honest, a guy like you is really not suitable to participate in the trial of the Knights of the Round Table." The werewolf looked at Albert and whispered.
"Then let me be honest, I don't care about the trials of the Knights of the Round Table at all." Albert also whispered: "I just want to be by your side."
After saying this, Bediwell immediately turned red. The young werewolf turned away, hiding the shyness on his face: "Idiot, what are you talking about?"
"...Because, if there is only Bediwell, you will definitely do whatever you want and lose your life. I have a hunch." Albert said bluntly, "Although you seem to be very strong, sometimes you don't do things well."
If you don't deal with the consequences, you will just rush forward like crazy. If no one holds you back, you will die early."
After saying this, the werewolf immediately became unhappy. But maybe what Albert said was right. And everything he did was for the sake of Bedivere.
Thinking of this, Bedivere swallowed back the curse words that came to his lips.
"Uh... Bedi?" The tiger man suddenly said with a gloomy face: "I have another request, can you help me?"
When the werewolf saw the other party's serious expression, he also turned gloomy: "You...could it be ---"
"Please help me go to the toilet---" Albert said with an uneasy look on his face.
"I'll give you a bottle, can't you solve it on the spot?" The werewolf panicked.
"No...come to the big one."
"Oh, damn---"
"What's wrong, meow?" Saifer, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, was awakened by the conversation between the two and asked.
"...It's nothing." Bedivere lowered his voice and said, "I will help Albert go to the toilet. You guys lock the door and pay attention to safety."
"The environment is so dark, we will be attacked by bees..."
"I will deal with it carefully, don't worry." The werewolf supported Albert, gently pushed the door out, and closed the door carefully.
Shake, shake, shake. There was no wind or rain outside, but the cargo ship kept shaking in the sea, as if it was affected by some kind of submarine earthquake.
The cabin in the middle of the night was extremely dark, with a depressing sense of terror.
"Al, walk carefully." Since he didn't know when the ice bees would attack, Bedivere put his senses at their sharpest, aware of every move around him in the darkness.
In order to avoid becoming a target, they did not even use a light and traveled in the dark. Fortunately, Bediwell had been to the toilet of the cargo ship once and was very familiar with the route.
They walked all the way and arrived at their destination without being attacked. After opening the door, there was no one in the toilet.
"...Can you be alone from here on?" the werewolf asked in a low voice, with a hint of embarrassment in his words.
Albert, who was paralyzed all over and had weak limbs, was even more embarrassed: "Uh... help me take off my pants first...?"
"You must be kidding me---"
Fortunately, the environment was very dark, so this series of actions was not so embarrassing.
Finally, the door was closed, allowing Albert to go to the toilet. The werewolf stood outside the door depressedly, thinking about his next move.
"Bedi...thank you." Albert's voice suddenly came from inside.
"What?"
"...Thank you, I won't say it a third time." Albert said angrily, with a somewhat tough tone: "If it weren't for you, I would have died at the claws of that silver-backed snow ape.
.Although it still killed Rufu in the end... Anyway, thank you."
The werewolf was even more embarrassed when he said it: "Why are you so out of touch all of a sudden--"
"I...I have a very strange feeling." Al interrupted Bedivere: "I always feel...I have known you a long time ago. I always feel...I have been friends with you a long time ago."
"
(That's not a feeling. That's a fact, you idiot.)
"Whenever I think about this matter, my mind always feels hazy, as if something existed in my memory, but it was hollowed out." Albert said hesitantly, "Bedivere,
You are such a strange guy. Who are you and where did you come from?"
The werewolf was silent for a while.
"One day, I want you to confess to me and tell me everything you know. The facts may be bizarre and unbelievable...but I will definitely try to believe it."
(...You wouldn't. No one would believe it.)
(Things that do not exist in memory have never happened.)
"...I will try to believe that we were friends." Albert whispered.
(hateful...)
Bedivere leaned against the wall and quietly wiped the tears from his eyes.
(You bastard. Why do you say this suddenly.)
(Made my eyes wet.)
Another ice bee passed by Bediwell's face. This time, because Bediwell was distracted and did not hide well, the stinger of the poisonous bee lightly scratched a small scar on his cheek.
"Oops...!" He quickly squeezed the bee to death, and at the same time stretched out his hand to squeeze out the poisonous blood on his face: "As expected, the bastard guy came to attack --- Al, hide in there and don't come out! That guy I
Come and deal with it!"
"What, what?" Albert was shocked, "But------"
What responded to the tiger man was the rapid footsteps of the werewolf youth.
Albert muttered depressedly: "But...who will wipe my butt..."
"No!!---------------" Albert shouted desperately as he heard Bedivere's footsteps disappear.