I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 86 The Sorrow of the Sword
#
At this moment, on the Golden Flower Plain.

Alexia slightly raised her head, looking at the celestial giant sword that belonged to her but was summoned by Suya.

She was initially taken aback, until she realized that her own sword was still hanging in space, and then she understood what Suya had done.

But at this moment, seeing this divinely created weapon making its debut, she couldn't help but smile, as if she could see the doting smile on her father's face when he handed her this sword fourteen years ago.

That was a deal made by Philip II, the King of Macedon, who staked the future of the entire kingdom on fulfilling his small wish.

Just as history records describe King Arthur's dream as the pursuit of the Holy Grail.
Queen Alexia's dream is to reach the Oceanus, the end of the world!
The location of that sea is no longer unclear.

It's in the sky!
then,

Alexia slowly lowered her head, her regal aura intensifying. She looked at Suya, whose face held a dignified expression, and her own face revealed an equally arrogant expression:

"Sua Pendragon, I must admit, that was quite a brilliant performance!"

"In response to your will, I should have ended all your illusions with a more powerful sword of kingship!"

"but,"

"This is not the time for this sword to be drawn, nor are you the god to whom this sword is pointed."

"Then, Sua Pendragon, this is the last question of the banquet today—"

A majestic and awe-inspiring sound, like the clash of metal and stone, resounded in my ears:

"How will you save Britain from my iron heel?"

Suya raised his head slightly, his brows furrowing slightly. In fact, he had never thought about this question at all. Even now, his disguise as the king was only to save himself and the 20,000 British soldiers who trusted him.

But compared to the more virtuous and righteous latter, Suya could tell that her truest thoughts actually leaned more towards the former.

He thought for a moment, then replied:

"I can only answer this question after I become king."

Upon hearing this answer, Alexia shook her head. With her acknowledgment, Suya was undoubtedly the queen, but she did not intend to take credit for it. She simply looked at Suya with affection:
"That's fine,"

"This concludes today's banquet."

"I will drink this cup of wine with you again on the day Britain falls."

At this point, her voice sharpened, coldly sweeping over the twenty thousand British soldiers before her. She then raised her head, her gaze passing over the eyes that were peering at them, her thunderous voice booming throughout the distant royal palace:

"The humiliation inflicted by King Uther must be avenged. I will continue my attack on Britain, just as King Uther boasted:"

They will surely break through my army within 40 days, capture me alive, and make me their queen!

I will surely conquer the British capital within 40 days.
Britain will be destroyed within three years!
If you cannot defend the last inch of British soil before this,
Knight King—"

"The conditions won't be as good as they are today by then."

"I will imprison you in my harem for eternity!"

She leaped onto the divine chariot, and behind her, one by one, her ministers followed suit, mounting their warhorses.
Then,

"—Boom!"

Dust and thunder exploded together.
After the dust settled, the tall figure of Conqueror Alexia and her army vanished from Sua's group like scattered lightning.

There was nothing obstructing the view beyond the horizon.
A smooth road leading directly to the Golden Iron Curtain.
He appeared before everyone.

One by one, the British soldiers, who had been filled with despair and numbness, couldn't help but shed tears as they looked at this smooth road.

then,

On this plain of broom, crisscrossed by wildfires and smoke, where not a single broom flower could be found,

All eyes turned to the blond young knight standing in the center of the battlefield, who had single-handedly 'frightened' away the Conqueror King's army.

As if remembering something, Mary immediately knelt down before that strong figure.
As she moved, Lucan and Dagonet knelt down before Sua, followed by more than 3,000 cavalry and 18,000 British soldiers.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The continuous clattering sound of armor rang out.

Amidst this unified clamor and the admiring gazes of countless knights,

That figure standing before the entire army was bathed in the light of dawn, as the sun rose.
Endless light and heat burst forth!

Suya only heard the sound of dice hitting the ground in her head.

then,

He slowly raised his hand.

This miracle, created through a night of tireless effort, did not, as before, mark him on the entire map, creating an exaggerated commotion, as if it wanted to drag ten thousand people out of the spot to ravage him.

Instead, it fell into my hands quietly and without a sound.

In Suya's palm, a pool of bright red blood, resembling molten lava, suddenly appeared. But this was not human blood.

Rather, it is the blood of the monster hidden deep within one's own heart.

Conqueror Alexia did not recognize Suya, who was human, as her king, but instead recognized the monster that she had been forced to release. Thus, the miracle of that night was bestowed upon 'it'.

Looking at the pool of blood in his palm, lines of text immediately appeared before his eyes:

[Noble Phantasm: Sorrow of the Sword (A)]

Its description is rather vague, and it is only listed as a poem, a brief five-line poem that Suya found extremely familiar.

【illustrate:
The blood of every king must end with the sword!
You will pay for your transgression with pain!
You will pay for your arrogance with your eyes!
You will pay for this betrayal with your blood!
On the day I return to the world, all traitors shall perish.

At this time,

Suya suddenly felt a headache coming on, and her vision blurred as a figure, even more real than herself, appeared before her, seemingly out of nowhere, on this plain of golden pheasants.

He stood with his back to the rising sun, his face hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of gleaming, scarlet vertical pupils.

The "self" stared at itself with scarlet eyes, a mischievous smile playing on its lips, and asked with a chuckle:

"My dear self,"

"How long are you going to keep lying to yourself?"

"Where can you run to?"

"Now that King Uther, who brought you shame, is dead at your hands, and Arthur, who stole your heart, has returned it—"

"Then now,"

"Shouldn't we set off immediately to pull out that sword?"

"Then."

"enough!"

Suya's forehead veins bulged suddenly, and amidst the ethereal voice, as if his toe had been stepped on, he cried out in pain.

With a sharp shout, everything before his eyes immediately cleared, as if everything that had just happened did not exist, and there was nothing in his raised hand.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

A low, clear, yet somewhat peculiar voice sounded in my ear.

Suya turned her head and saw Meryl standing behind her, looking at her strangely. Meryl gave her a hint:

"I'm telling you, while lying can be fun, sometimes you can't get too caught up in it."

Suya blinked, her face flushed, and she quickly coughed.
"Cough cough,"

"Well, we should get going."

Of course, this is just an excuse.

Suya had no intention of going to the capital. Now that he could read a map, he knew that since there was no longer any King Conqueror's army blocking his way, he could simply detour along the Plantagenet Plain to Southampton, and then take a ship directly to London, which was the capital.

Geographically speaking, it's even safer than the capital.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think about what excuse he should use to part ways with Lukan and the others.

However, at this moment,

"No, we don't need to set off. It seems someone has already come to pick us up—"

Suddenly, Meryl pointed to the plain ahead, her expression becoming slightly serious.
"Moreover, they've come with ill intentions!"

Suya was taken aback, and looking in the direction she was pointing, she saw...
With its back to the sunlight, it cast a monstrous shadow.

A cavalry unit of six hundred men, bearing the banners of the Royal Guard, appeared at the edge of the plain.

The leader had long, flowing black hair, a sinister and gloomy face, wore black armor, and rode a black warhorse, looking exactly like a black knight.

The weapon in his hand was not the lance or sword that knights usually used, but a scarlet chain.

Under the leadership of this black knight
A column of Imperial Guard cavalry galloped up to the routed army.

then,

The black knight surveyed the crowd and asked in a cold voice:
"Who is the King of Knights here?"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers were taken aback and turned their gaze to Suya, who was standing in front of them.

The Black Knight followed the gaze, frowned slightly, and then waved his hand:

"Tied!"

(End of this chapter)