The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Easy to say.

——I'm not complimenting you, bastard!

"Altoria, you seem to have mistaken the point of my words."

I stretched out my hand and fixed Altria's cheek to let her look at me, and then curled the corners of my lips, "From the beginning, I didn't ask about your awareness of becoming a'king', but..."

"?"

Altria blinked, and a look of doubt appeared in the blue eyes.

"What I want is your own will, not your consciousness."

Looking at her, I whispered, "Altria, tell me, if you have a choice, or if you give you another chance, will you accept such a fate-let your hands be stained with blood and set foot on the way of being king? ."

"..."

Altria fell silent, and looked away from me.

And I just looked at her, did not speak, but waited quietly for her answer.

"...Guinevere... Do you have someone you want to protect?"

It was a long time before Altria moved his gaze back.

"Uh?!!!"

I was stunned, and then a sudden tingling in my heart made me subconsciously cover my chest.

just now……

Those scenes that flashed before my eyes...what are they?

The blood-stained purple figure under the moonlit night, the black figure that accompanied the disappearance of the barrier in the alley, the black sludge, the swallowed silver figure...

The face that cannot be seen clearly should be a completely unfamiliar scene, but why...

The familiar feeling that emerged from the chest and the painful feeling like a heart-piercing pain were not fake.

……what is that……

The head hurts, and the blank faults in the memory that have been erased by Alaya's power are aching.

"Sure enough... Guiwei also has something to protect."

Although I didn't speak, it was obvious that Altria had already inferred something from my performance, "If this is the case, I should be able to understand my thoughts?"

"But this is different. There are various ways to protect what you want. Sacrificing yourself... is the most stupid way."

For a moment, I admitted that I was shaken, but more, I couldn't contain my anger.

"My sword is here, and I will remember the virtues of a knight."

As if singing, Altria looked at me and whispered, "Humility, compassion, justice, honor, sacrifice, bravery, spirituality, honesty. So, no matter how many times, I have to choose this path, and then go on. "

"The so-called'knight'..."

Withdrawing his hand, the sight that flashed in his left eye was a pair of eyes without hesitation—no trace of being confused by magic.

Not because of the influence of magic, but from the heart.

Merlin, I have to admit that your education policy is really good, at least I have to admit that Altria has been educated by you as an out-and-out "knight"-this is also the result you want?

Pure, denying darkness, but having to tolerate the "white" of darkness.

I sighed helplessly, stood up, and patted the dust on my body: "Really, I lost to you."

"what?"

Obviously, I didn't expect me to react like this, and Altria was taken aback again.

"In that case, let me see how far you can do it, Arthur."

I looked back at her and smiled.

It is impossible to admit Altria's values, but it cannot be denied either.

Really, why do I have a good impression of this hardest type!(Tianyin: No way, as long as the other party has the ability to command and control, you can't hate the other party too much, so just accept your fate.)

"Ok!"

Altria smiled and stretched out her hand to me, "I will definitely not let you down."

"Ok."

Shake hands.

And I sighed in my heart.

So, let me see.

How long can this pure "whiteness" last?

Chapter 17 The London Bureau

Well, warmly celebrate the smooth explosion of the rocket of the Korean stick!

I hate political struggles. This chapter has been the product of repeated revisions several times. Although it is not very satisfactory, it was sent out considering that something worth celebrating happened.

Those who like sticks, please go away, we are slightly angry, thank you!

Finally PS: The "friend" Xiao Squid picked up, don't need me to say that everyone should know who it is, right?

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"Wow!"

Coming to the outskirts of London, I looked at the scene not far away, which can be described as "surging crowds", and unconsciously let out a sigh, "Many people..."

"It's normal. After all, it was a convening order issued by the church after the death of King Uther."

Gajeres rode a horse and leaned to my left, frowning at the noisy scene, "If nothing else, the new ruler will be elected by the church this year. Tsk, I really feel like it. bother."

"Aren't you wondering who will be chosen?"

My eyebrows were raised because of his tone, and I turned my face to look at him, "Don't tell me that King Rute didn't think so much."

In fact, what should I say...