"Cough … Cough, cough …!"
Trystan coughed violently as he laid in the pit of rubble. Every cough was accompanied by a large mouthful of blood. It was obvious that he was at the end of his tether.
Trystan saw it.
He saw Altoria Alter in front of him.
Looking at the king that he had once served, Trystan felt dazed for a moment.
In a blur, Trystan saw the King in Altoria Alter.
The King who had yet to be overthrown and would often worry about the country and its people.
As one of the Knights of the Round Table who followed King Arthur, legend had it that Trystan's martial arts were not inferior to the First Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot. In the end, he chose to leave because he couldn't understand King Arthur.
But who knew how much pain Trystan felt in his heart when he made this decision?
King Arthur was an excellent king. He was fair and honest, without any human emotions or selfish desires. He constantly suppressed his ego to fight, all for the sake of making Britain a true kingdom that would last for thousands of years and enjoy eternal peace.
The King's figure made Trystan's heart ache.
It was precisely because the King was fair that he felt sad.
It was precisely because the King was honest that he felt sad.
For the country, for Britain, the King had endured too much hardship and sorrow.
Trystan, who was born without a blessing, was different from the other Knights. When he saw the tragedy that was no less than his own birth, he no longer had the energy to bear the King's actions.
That was why Trystan wanted to leave.
It wasn't for anything else but to leave this sad place and never see the King's heart-wrenching figure again.
When he left the Round Table, Trystan left behind that sentence without hesitation.
That sentence cast a curse over most of the Round Table and the King without him knowing.
"The King doesn't understand the human heart."
Such a sentence split the Round Table, the hearts of the people, and even the country. Who would have thought that Trystan didn't say it out of malice?
Trystan regretted it more than once. He regretted it to the extent that it would be deeply embedded in his spirit base and spirit core.
Now, King Arthur once again appeared in front of him.
That figure was no longer as fair and honest as before. It was as if he was gathering evil and ominous cold evil, causing Trystan's heart to ache even more.
Even Reversal's blessing (curse) couldn't reverse the heartache.
Because …
(King, you really don't understand people's hearts anymore.)
Whether it was the Lion King who had transcended the mortal body and turned into a god, or the Black King who had fallen into a state of reversal and had become cold and ruthless.
This was his sin.
An unforgivable sin.
Because of this, Trystan wasn't afraid or afraid of the upcoming punishment. Instead, he felt a sense of relief.
There was only one thing Trystan wanted to say.
"My king …"
Trystan ignored the blood he vomited, and ignored the curse brought by Reversal, he followed his heart and asked a question.
"Have you ever hated me?"
That was all Trystan wanted to know.
To this …
"… I've never hated you."
Altoria Alter was silent for a while before she spoke calmly.
"Because that was the ending I was destined to have."
After saying that, Altoria Alter raised the holy sword without hesitation.
Looking at Altoria Alter, Trystan spat out a sentence.
"It's … so sad …"
That was Trystan's last regret.
"Pfft!"
When the pitch-black flash landed, blood splattered everywhere.
“.....”
Matthew lowered her eyes.
“.....”
Jeanne Alter's eyes fluctuated.
“.....”
Silent Silence was silent.
“.....”
Even Lancelot stood there quietly, watching Trystan's end, and lost all words.
Rozen looked at Altoria Alter who raised the blood-stained holy sword and turned around without looking back.
Her face was so cold and ruthless from beginning to end.
"Clang!"
Behind Altoria Alter, a corpse turned into light particles and dissipated.
Trystan, the Knight of the Round Table, left.
However, he was definitely not the last one to leave.
After all …
"Ya! Se! King! "
Accompanied by such a roar and a heart-wrenching call, the rebellious knight ignored his pierced abdomen and propped up his body.
"Ahhhhhh …!"
Modred roared in pain and anger.
"I'm still here …! I'm not dead yet …! Knight King …! "
Modred's blood-vomiting scream made Altoria Alter turn her head and look over.
Looking at Altoria Alter like this, Modred grinned.
His smile was very ferocious, but it was also very joyful.
As the illegitimate child of King Arthur, Modred's life was tragic.
She was the child of Altoria's sister, Morgan. She was a clone of Altoria created by Morgan in order to seize the throne of King Arthur and vent her twisted feelings on King Arthur. She was a real biological child.
Morgan used magic to confuse Altoria, who was a man, and collected her genes to cultivate in her ovaries. That was how Modred was born.
However, as an artificially created life, not only did Modred's growth speed increase, but her lifespan was also the same as Matthew's, not long.
Morgan had told her about it.
"As my son, you have the right to inherit the throne. Now, temporarily hide your identity and serve the king. Then, in the future, you will overthrow the king and replace him."
Morgan explained her background to Modred, who had no rebellious thoughts at that time.
She was the unchaste child of Altoria and Morgan. Even Altoria herself did not know that Modred was her child. Even if she knew, she would not admit that she had such a filthy child. This was all told by Morgan to Modred.
While Modred suffered a blow, she was also immersed in supreme joy.
Although he carried the delusion of his mother, Modred's longing for King Arthur far exceeded that ambition.
Even though he was not a normal human, he had the same bloodline as the king. As the king's heir, he could be said to be worthy of the name. This made Modred ecstatic.
But in the end, Altoria still clearly rejected Modred.
"Although it is my sister's trick, you are indeed my child. However, I am not prepared to admit this, and I will not entrust the throne to you."
Altoria rejected her just like that.
As the saying goes, the higher one stood on the top of the clouds, the more painful it was when they fell.
For Modred, this was the change from hope to despair, and then the source of the fire of hatred for King Arthur was ignited in his heart.
Thus, during King Arthur's expedition to Rome, Modred became the Rebellious Knight, took control of the city of Camello, and fought the exhausted Altoria. In the end, he was killed by Altoria, but it also gave Altoria a fatal blow, and finally led the kingdom to destruction.
Today, the love and hate of the Rebellious Knight Modred was still burning.
In other words, Modred would not let King Arthur go.
(How could he let …!?)
Modred knew that if he did not intervene, the Lion King would never let Altoria go. He would definitely kill her.
And Modred would not allow such a thing.
"No matter what era, no matter what battlefield, the only person who can give King Arthur a fatal blow, defile his kingdom, and take his head is me — Modred!"
Therefore, Modred would not let the Lion King kill King Arthur.
Even if he was destined to die, he had to be the one to kill him.
"Burn! My soul! "
From Mordred's body, a violent magical power gushed out.
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