"Ah, with this kind of strength, are you a monster!" The strength from his arm made Merlin almost think that his hand would break. The sword was blown away, and Merlin made the final resistance at the moment of crisis.

"I surrender!"

The sword stopped a centimeter near his neck, and Merlin swallowed his saliva and began to heartache his cloak.

"Now can I have a good talk." Lucifer smiled and looked at the ‘Red Crutch’ in front of him.

This coquettish magician didn't seem to have petals to clear the way wherever he went as he remembered. It just looks exactly the same as in the memory. What he cared about most were Merlin's eyes, which were said to be clairvoyance that could see everything now.

Clairvoyance, a figure you can't see in your eyes, is that why you want to stop me.

"You have said that you have a good talk, can you take your sword away?" During the words, Merlin carefully pushed the seemingly ordinary sword.

"Of course. Let's talk peacefully." During the words, Lucifer quickly retracted his sword.

"What are you talking about?" Mei Lin looked at the ordinary sword with lingering fears, and finally at the trace of flame remaining in the air.

"Like this sword."

Following Lucifer's words, they all looked at the holy sword submerged in the stone in unison. It is said that the sword is made by the elves, but it is only a legend. Perhaps no one understands its origin better than the one in front of him.

"Well, since you want to know, it doesn't matter to tell you." Merlin dealt with his burnt robe with a heartache, and on the one hand there was the urge to draw a circle to curse Lucifer.

"This sword was born at the end of the old empire. The last emperor of the empire forged it with elves and incorporated the'concept' into the weapon itself, and finally formed the appearance of the holy sword. The batch of weapons that were born with it were called Armed as a concept, the emperor originally wanted to maintain the rule of the empire, but ironically, these weapons became the original culprits of the destruction of the empire. The sword of oath, the original fire, the revolver sword of victory, etc. were all at that time The arms that have been handed down. Unfortunately, the craftsmanship of forging has now been lost, and no one can create the same work anymore."

The weapons handed down from the old empire are not only the holy sword in front of them, but also other weapons of the same period. With the destruction of the empire, these weapons spread to various countries, and it is said that those who possess them are heroes without exception. And these heritages have become one of the sources of chaos in this continent.

"Concept armed, the holy sword forged in the old empire era, its craftsmanship has been lost. It sounds very epic! By the way, since there is a holy sword, there should be a holy spear."

Although there are some deviations from the legend in the memory, it is only natural that there are some small deviations in the world that is not in the memory.

"how do you know?"

"Well, is there really?"

"I advise you not to have expectations of that thing, it is not a weapon that humans can master. Those who drive the weapon of the gods will gradually become the shadow of the gods themselves." Merlin knows the origin of the holy gun, because of this. , He doesn't want anyone to liberate that kind of thing.

"Holy gun or something, I didn't expect it." During the words, Lucifer slowly walked towards the holy sword. In the sun, the shining blade of the sword was so sad as if it was in sharp contrast with the ending of a certain girl in the future. His hand slowly clenched the hilt of the sword.

"In other words, this sword seems to be driven by the blood of the royal family...?" Lucifer was about to say whether this sword only recognized the blood of the royal family was there any secret, but he didn't use much force and the sword was pulled out of the stone platform. . He himself was a little surprised.

"What's the situation, fake?" Lucifer moved the sword in his hand unexpectedly and pointed it at Merlin.

"Wow, what did you do? I know that my bad premonition is right. I really can't let you get close to this sword. Put it back quickly." Merlin opened his eyes wide, as if seeing the end of the world. . His voice was as mad as his expression.

"Wait, the one who drew this sword is the King of Britain. It seems that I also have the qualifications to be a king." Lucifer waved the sword in his hand, smiling very badly.

"Anything is fine, please put it back before others see it. If anyone comes over, it's all over."

"It's okay to put it back, but the magician, remember, you owe me a favor."

"Good! No problem, a favor. I owe you."

Seeing Merlin's consent, Lucifer put the sword back where it was. At this moment, Lucifer suddenly had an interesting idea in his mind. He couldn't wait to test the possibilities he imagined.

"Goodbye, funny magician."

Leaving these words, Lucifer left here alone.

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no.5 The doomed future (please ask for votes, ask for flowers)

At dusk, a cool breeze blew across the courtyard, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The blonde girl was sitting alone in the pavilion, her expression was no longer the firmness and vitality she had before, but instead she felt a sense of depression. However, even this did not detract from her beauty.

Lucifer just came back and saw the scene in front of him. He looked to the garden on one side and slowly approached the flowers with his hands, but at the last moment he chose to give up. The white rose is too pure, not suitable for the mood of the girl at this time.

"The melancholy expression is not suitable for you, lovely Knight Ji. It is more suitable for the aristocratic lady in the deep boudoir." Lucifer went straight to the girl's side and said with a smile.

"Please don't make jokes in this frivolous tone." Miss Knight's expression was very serious. She doesn't seem to like this kind of joke.

"Okay! I don't seem to have a talent for joking, you didn't even smile. Did something happen?" Lucifer sat down opposite the girl while apologizing.

Although there is not much time to get along, to the girl in front of her, she seems to be one of the few people who can communicate normally.

"In your heart Lucifer, what should the king look like?"

"Wang? The answer to this question is somewhat broad. The kingly way is humane, but it is superior to humanity. Different kings follow different ways of kingly. There are people who are looking forward to the virtuous king, and some are in order to practice the right king. The overlord who pursues his own desires, the heroic king who surpasses all living beings and carries the world with one's own strength, there are kings who burn their own salaries for the continuation of the times, and many other kings.

"Is there so many?"

Lucifer's words touched the knight in front of Ji quite a bit. Before that, she seemed to have only a kind of king image in her heart. That is to give up the feelings of being a person, and sublimate to the ideal holy king.

"Of course, as I said, the kingly way is the humanity, and the humanity is mastered by the human body without being detached from the human being. This is the king. You would ask, do you finally want to become a knight king?"

To be detached from human beings and exist in the world in another posture. That is not a king, but a god, or a demon. Maybe there are **** kings and demon kings in gods and demons, but **** kings and demon kings cannot become kings of people.

At least now they are still human beings, living here as human beings. Even a certain arrogant golden sparkle never regarded himself as a god, but existed as a king.

"Well, my aunt told me a lot. Maybe I can't practice swords with you again in the future." Altria's expression sank.

"In that case, come with me! I'll take you to a place." Getting up, Lucifer walked out of the pavilion.

"Where to go?"

"A place related to swords."

They disappeared into the garden, on the white castle, beside a glass window, two tall figures were watching the direction they were leaving.

"Master, is it really okay to let Miss be with that man like this?" The black long straight Victoria looked a little worried.

The maid's side is the Duchess of Britain, who is also recognized as the strongest knight in Britain, Lungominiad. A person who was once feared as a goddess. White armor, golden hair, green eyes, the beauty of the duchess will give people a sense of majesty.

"The things she is about to carry are too heavy for her. In order to carry this burden, she has to give up many of her feelings as a human being. At least, let her do what she likes now."

In the heart of the Duchess, her niece is not actually a good candidate for the king. In order to become a real king, the girl can only give up other things to keep the focus of the kingly way. She does not want such a small girl to bear a heavy burden.

However, sometimes fate is so malicious, and only girls in the entire country can draw the sword of choosing the king. Lungominiad thought that if she could do it, she would take care of everything by herself, but the Holy Sword refused her.

"As for that man, is the investigation clear?" The Duchess continued.

"Not yet. From what he occasionally revealed, he is not from this continent."

"Then it has nothing to do with us."

As long as they are not from this continent, it means that there is no conflict of interest, and naturally it is irrelevant.

At the end of the evening, the night gradually fell. For the second time, Lucifer came to the location of the sword of King Xuan, and the golden sword in front of him was still quietly waiting for the return of his master.

"Sorcerer, you dark **** should still be there," Lucifer said loudly into the surrounding air.

Under Altria's strange gaze, a figure in a white robe appeared in front of them like a mirage.

"Who is a voyeur! I'm just curious about everything, I'm not the nasty thief in your mouth! Didn't you go, why are you running back again. She is!" The moment she saw the girl, Merlin had no idea. Good premonition.

"Let her see the future after she drew the sword, I think you should be able to do it."

"It can be done, even if you don't say it, I will do it, but... now, is it really appropriate?"

"Whether it is a knight or a king, everything should be her own choice. Not being forced to draw a sword."

"Okay!" Merlin agreed, and he turned to look at the knight girl for the last time asking her opinion.

"Do you really want to see that future that belongs to you?"

Originally, this should be the future that she would see when she waited for the girl to draw her sword tomorrow. It was part of the ritual to become a king, and it was also the last chance for the girl to repent.

"I... yes, no matter what is waiting for me in the future, I want to see clearly." Altria's girl had a bad premonition, but still insisted on her heart. *

no.6 Become my knight (please ask for votes, ask for flowers)

The moment her hand touched the sword, a dim spread spread, and the girl instantly seemed to be in another era. Everything around is flowing quickly, from coronation to war, from rest to betrayal, the final picture is fixed on this blood-stained sword hill. Only now did Altria realize that the gun in her hand had pierced a certain knight's body.

When the fantasy picture returned to reality again, Altria's face was a little pale.

"Do you want to decide? Just like what this man said, you have the right to give up." At this moment, Merlin as a magician spoke softly.

"No, although the ending..., but there are many people smiling there, this is enough." Altria was surprised at first, and then restored her original expression, with a faint smile on her face.

The king saved the country, but the country failed to save the king. This is the sorrow of the king who dedicated himself to the country. But even so, the girl seemed to insist on saving the country.

"The answer is so simple, it's terrible to think about it." Lucifer sighed. I don't know why, looking at the girl in front of him, he seemed to see himself in his previous life.

The self who burns as the king of salaries in the world where the flames will be extinguished.

How long can you burn? I remember someone asked me this question at that time. How did I answer at the time?

"In your eyes, I am not fit to be a king?"

"If it were you, it would undoubtedly be a noble saint king. But..." Lucifer paused for a moment, changed his tone and continued.

"The king is the gear that the country runs. Someone who squinted his eyes once said so. With the king as the foundation, the entire country will be transformed into a huge and sophisticated machine. However, the support of this machine, except for the king, There are other small gears. The more sophisticated the machinery, the more likely it is to break. Once some of the small gears go wrong, the whole machinery will go to ruin."

"The king is the gear of the country. If the responsibility of the king is to promote the operation of the country, I am willing to be that gear."

The girl's expression was very firm. But it is precisely because of this that makes people love.

"It seems that you still understand that before you became the king, you were a human being. People cannot completely cool their hearts and turn them into cold and merciless machines. This is the sadness of mankind, but it is also a fortunate thing."

"If the kingly way I choose is destined to operate only mechanically, I am willing to accept this cold fate."

The knight girl insisted on saying her choice, but Lucifer said the coldest words at this moment.

"Give up, Leah."

"what!?"

For a moment, Altria's brain was full of anger. It is a feeling that comes from being denied. The denial of the will is more irritating than mocking. She subconsciously thought that the man in front of her didn't understand anything, but was just saying self-righteous things there. She stared at him tightly, as if trying to force him to ask him that reason.

"Just through the eyes of the magician, you have already seen your destined future, that future is too sad, that is not the ending you should have." Lucifer calmly stated his reasons.

However, this reason was not accepted. No, it should be said that it was impossible to be accepted from the beginning.

"If I give up, who will shoulder the responsibility of being the king, who will bear the hope of all the people, and who will save this country on the verge of shattering!" Altoria almost shouted at Lucifer Snarled.

A country on the verge of breaking, but hope is pinned on a knight girl. I don't know if it should be ironic or sad.

"I will bear it, I will bear it, and I will give this country a new life." In the words, Lucifer came to the holy sword. He put his hand on the holy sword and pulled up the holy sword without hesitation.

At this moment, consternation drowned out anger. The knight girl's brain crashed.

"..."

The holy sword that no one can draw in the legend is now in Lucifer's hands.

"Let go, that burden is too heavy for you. You can't calm the urge to be a king in your heart. In the end, you will be completely separated from it and tied to the cross called the Holy King. But even so, you still let this country Continue on. In the end, your sacrifice is meaningless. In the destruction of this country, you are only a material, and burning yourself is only delaying its demise."

The people of Losric may be right, spreading fire is destined to be a cursed road. If the old era does not end, the new era will not come. This time, it seems to be for the same reason again. But I have a different choice.

"I…"

Lucifer's words broke the girl's last line of defense. Yes, if she saved this country, she might be proud of herself. But she did not completely save the country, but let it be destroyed in her own hands again.

Maybe he would not be a qualified king, this kind of thought spread in the heart of the girl.

"The name of the sword is a firm victory. But your heart has been shaken. Do your trembling hands still have the courage to pick up the sword of victory in front of you, Altria."

Lucifer put the sword in front of the girl's eyes, but the girl seemed to have lost the courage to accept it.

"I... don't know. What the **** is this!"

The girl who was educated to live as a king began to waver for the first time in her life. If the future she sees is a completely saved Britain, she may not be so, but it is not. It is a miserable future. If the man in front of her hadn't pulled up the holy sword, she could still hold on to it. but…

"Put down the sword and be my one."*

no.7 What did he not do to me?

As the night darkened, under the moonlight, the two figures slowly walked back to the duke's castle. Along the way, Altria's mood was a little complicated.

"What if I didn't agree with me at the time?" Altria looked at Lucifer on the avenue of the castle yesterday.

In the end, the girl agreed with Lucifer's decision. She gave up being a king, and instead used the identity of a knight for Lucifer. In exchange, Lucifer will lead this country to peace and prosperity. This is the vow they made between each other.

"The holy sword is the proof of the king. The sword is already in my hands. If you want to become a king, you have to defeat me. As for the outcome of the battle, you don't need to say at all, right?" Lucifer smiled. Responds to the girl.

The person who drew the holy sword is qualified to be the king, but if there are two selected candidates suddenly appear. The best way is to determine who is more suitable to be the king through a duel. Lucifer made the girl give up the idea of ​​becoming king in a semi-compulsive way.