[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Arthur's hand holding the letter paper shook slightly. Because of the curse, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and he had to get very close to see the words on the paper clearly.Pollan's reply was plain, but Arthur could imagine his beleaguered situation.

This made him a little silent.

Arthur bought a small courtyard in the countryside in this southern kingdom, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, hoping to spend 15 years in peace.Someone has already replaced him and was bound to the throne. He should try to prolong his freedom as much as possible, but now, he can't stay any longer.

Was my previous self, like Pollan now, treated with murderous intent by the people around me?The surrounding people are like a group of greedy hyenas, staring at him on the throne, thinking about tearing off a piece of flesh alive, no matter whether they are nobles or commoners, they are eager to obtain nourishment from the king.

Arthur had the intention to go back, he tested Mrs. Linna a few words during dinner, and the white magician served him a bowl of vegetable soup, encouraging him to defeat the devil and free himself from the curse of the Middle Ages.

If he continued to stay with such peace of mind, Arthur would not be Arthur anymore.While he was having a headache because he actually had compassion for the culprit, the devil, he secretly packed his luggage.Although he was a little sorry, he might not be able to inform Mrs. Linna of his plan.

Fortunately, the few aliens who were with Arthur expressed their understanding. Leaving aside the half-demented skeleton who played dice, at least the black dragon and the little white pigeon would go back with Arthur.

The pigeon rubbed against Arthur's fingers affectionately. Arthur's eyes were slightly soft, and he scratched the soft down on the pigeon's belly. The little animal that symbolized purity and peace cried "coo", and the sound of dependence made people feel soft. to heart.

The preparations for departure were ready. Arthur took advantage of the night to ride on the back of the black dragon and leap towards the huge full moon in the sky. The black dragon's bat wings covered with thin scales flapped powerfully, and the clouds and moonlight were wandering in the sky. Beneath them, a glittering river winds its way.

Arthur was wrapped in a thick cloak, and the black dragon did not fly fast, so he could bear the cold of the flight.Arthur thought for a while, then lowered his head and approached the dragon's head.

"You actually don't agree with my decision?" Arthur asked.

As he expected, the black dragon let out a low dragon cry, lowered its height a little, and turned its head back frequently, indicating that if Arthur changed his mind now, he would soon be able to send Arthur back without anyone noticing. .

Arthur slowly sat up straight. He needed to squint his eyes to see the outline of the moon clearly, but his dim eyes did not affect the brilliance of his body at all. He stroked the black dragon's neck and said:

"The devil gives me a familiar feeling. To be exact, many people who were in the palace before gave me this feeling."

"I have no memory, I don't know where the road ahead is, and I feel that almost everyone I know is trying to hurt me. Even so... I still think that following my heart is the most important thing. Because of fear, I cringe, because I have experienced too much And because of scheming, after reincarnation time and time again, is the last self still yourself?"

The words spoken by ghosts seemed to resonate with Arthur's distant memory. He seemed to recall something, but those fragments flashed across his mind like fleeting images, and finally gathered into the sky full of moonlight.

Arthur knew that he might die this time, so he managed the time well. Three days later, it was the 15-year deadline he had agreed with the witch.It will take him a day and a night to reach the capital, and there will be more than one day left. Even if someone wants to put him to death, Arthur is confident that he can survive.

Something moved at the skirt of the clothes, and the sleepy-eyed little white dove poked its head out, chirped twice, and went back to sleep again.Arthur touched it through his clothes and got a soft rub.

Cedric came out of Will's mansion, dressed as usual, got into a carriage, and the carriage drove to the church in the city.No matter how turbulent the undercurrents are in private, there is one thing that must be done every day, from the king down to the common people, they all believe in God devoutly.

Cedric is no exception. He always likes to pray in the cathedral. The cathedral is still a building left over from the previous king. It is tolerant and benevolent to gather believers from all over the world. This is why Cedric chose the cathedral to pray and repent.

Here, he could feel the aura of the former king.

As a great nobleman, Cedric was naturally received by the bishop. The Archbishop of Canterbury personally recited a scripture for him. The folds of the believer's heart.

Soon, it will come to an end.Cedric thought, he prayed to God that their plan would be successful, they must tear the usurper king from his undeserved seat, even if there is no one who can inherit the throne for a while, at worst, the parliament will rule temporarily .

"May God bless you, and what you ask will come true." The Archbishop of Canterbury said with a smile. The years have carved marks on his appearance, and at the same time added wisdom and kindness in those eyes. No one is more suitable to be Bishop, he was born to be synonymous with virtue walking in the world.

"I think it will." Cedric said in a low voice. Today's prayers were announced, and he got up to leave.

"Your Excellency, there is one thing." The Archbishop of Canterbury stopped Cedric, frowning slightly, "It's about the late king..."

Cedric stopped immediately and stared at the archbishop intently.The archbishop motioned them to change to another place to continue talking, and walked ahead to lead the way.

The cathedral retains its quaint charm. Every brick and stone here was transported from the Holy Land by the order of the former kings. It is conceivable that the church attaches great importance to it.Cedric's realization flashed across the pure white building, and of course he paid more attention to the word "previous king".

There was no one around, the archbishop waved away the servant, only he and Cedric were present, and he said worryingly: "The former king once attacked the northern kingdom and almost destroyed it, only a few survivors remained in the capital. .Their beliefs are different from ours, but there are also shamans who are similar to bishops."

"Just yesterday, the former shaman known as Silbol the Lonely Wolf told me something."

"The survivor who stayed to be a mason?" Cedric frowned slightly.

"Yes, he is an excellent stonemason, and even a powerful shaman. He revealed to me an amazing secret—"

"The former king is the son of the devil!"

Cedric listened with a blank expression. He felt a little ridiculous, but the bishop had a mysterious and solemn face.

If the former king was really the son of the devil, why did the kingdom under his rule be several times more prosperous than it is now?The devil brings disaster, not prosperity!When the bishop said such things, he was simply slandering the former king!

"This is just a one-sided statement from a foreigner. Has the bishop forgotten the richness and glory that His Majesty once brought?" Cedric's voice was cold. He had never listened to words that slandered the former king. It is self-restraint not to turn his face on the spot Extraordinary, "If that's all you want to say, well, I've heard it."

The archbishop knew that the head of Will's family admired the former king. He was just testing it out. It is good to get approval, but if he doesn't get approval...he can only act on his own.

As an archbishop, he is bathed in divine grace, and he will never let the devil's son wander around in the world.It's a pity that the former king really hid it too secretly, even if he sent out his hands to search, he couldn't find any news.

At such a time when everyone was thinking differently, Arthur arrived in the capital.He landed in the woods on the outskirts of the city, and the embers of dusk faded quickly, and no one could glimpse the dragon's black scales.

Arthur had planned that he would enter the cathedral first.He knew that Cedric was always praying there, so when he stayed in the cathedral, he would always meet this loyal subject, and no matter what he did, Cedric would naturally cover him.

Although Cedric had indirectly killed himself, Arthur didn't have any grudges against him, and it was the same with Courtney. There were a few people who made him feel familiar and at ease, which was caused by Arthur's repeated mistakes in judgment. most important cause of death.

Arthur said that this favor is really inexplicable_(:3ゝ∠)_

Let the black dragon stay outside the city, Arthur disguised himself, successfully sneaked into the city, and went straight to the cathedral.The believers came and went, Arthur hid in it, thinking that he hadn't prayed for a long time, so he prayed by the way, and finally walked into the apse of the cathedral calmly with the help of magic.

At this time, the archbishop should be sorting out the classics in his room. Religious personnel have always had an unshakeable rule of conduct, and like to live every day as eternity.This greatly facilitated Arthur's search for someone. He appeared in the archbishop's room. The old man, who was much older than ten years ago, was identifying a line of holy language.

"The Archbishop of Canterbury." Arthur called quietly.

For a moment, the archbishop thought he had heard wrong, otherwise how could he have heard the voice of the former king suddenly sounding in his room?However, when he turned around, what he saw was the living former king, with purple eyes and blond hair, a bright color that could not be imitated.

The archbishop's lips twitched, and the expression on his face was distorted for a while.He didn't know whether he should be happy, afraid, or hated. Of course he also remembered the peace and prosperity brought by this king, and even this cathedral was built by the previous king, but the next thing that flashed through his mind was the alien race. Shaman's words.

【He is the son of the devil! 】

The cleanliness required by God does not allow the existence of people related to demons.God doesn't care about all kinds of things in the world, He will send punishment instead of God...

The archbishop was full of killing intent in his heart, but his face showed a look of extreme surprise, as if he was about to cry with excitement.

"Ah! Your Majesty! Welcome back!"