Ex-Machina in Dimensional Travel

This careless behavior naturally attracted the black dragon's slightly dissatisfied growl.

The puppet ignored the growl, and after stroking it briefly a few times, he turned his head to look at the silver-armed knight who was kneeling in front of the king not far away.

At this moment, Bedivere's original silver prosthetic limb had disappeared, replaced by a right arm of light that continuously leaked magical power.

A "long sword" lay quietly in his hands. When the king in front of the knight saw the long sword, his eyes widened as if he had seen something extremely shocking.

His trembling eyes silently revealed the Lion King's shock.

She opened her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, and even the injuries on her body could not interfere with her thoughts.

Although he had never seen it before, Xuel could recognize the weapon at a glance.

It is the legendary holy sword of King Arthur——Sword of Promised Victory

It was also what the knight wanted to return.

Xiuer didn't care about the content of the conversation between the master and servant, but because they were not far away, their voices would inevitably reach the ears of the puppet.

“This sword…?!”

The Lion King looked at the sword in his hand with surprise. The moment she saw this holy sword, a memory suddenly flashed back in her mind.

"You are……?"

The face of the silver knight, and he and the other party chatted about the vision of the future of the kingdom.

Everything, the lost memories came flooding back like a tide, freeing the "personality" bound by the holy spear.

It was not until this time that the king named Altria Pendragon finally "woke up".

"B…Bedivere…?"

She wanted to get up, but as soon as the thought came to her mind, the pain in her body quickly invaded her mind.

Having lost the holy sword, his form is no longer fixed to that of his childhood, but the "eternal life" bestowed upon him haunts him like a curse.

This certainly wouldn't prevent her from dying from injuries sustained by others, but it also wouldn't shield her from pain.

Xuul had already freed him from the shackles of the Binder, but his current injuries made it difficult for him to support himself.

Altria could only lie in the pit in a mess, looking at her knight from her back.

"it's me."

Hearing the king's call, Bedivere hurried closer and lifted the Lion King's body up.

Bedivere helped Altria up and placed her on a relatively intact stone nearby. This allowed her body to feel a little better, no longer having to feel the pain on her back from being burned by the scorching earth.

As she was being moved, she slowly raised her right hand and tried to touch the face of the silver knight in front of her.

"I never thought... that after so many years, we would meet again in this state."

The arm armor burned by the flames turned black and emitted a strong burnt smell from time to time.

Fortunately, Bedivere saw the king's intention, and he moved closer to the other party without hesitation, so that the other party could touch him.

The charred filth naturally could not prevent it from feeling the king's touch.

The residual heat of the flames still permeated the area. Even minutes after the battle ended, there were still blazing blue flames everywhere.

This still scorching land has become a forbidden area that ordinary people cannot set foot on.

Only Xuor, his creation, the black dragon, and King Arthur were able to endure the injury. Even Bedivere was sweating profusely as he endured the scorching heat.

Xiuer could certainly see that the two were in pain, but since they were not unable to hold back, he naturally did nothing.

Altria's right hand stroked Bedivere's cheek for a moment, leaving a black charred mark.

Feeling the touch in his hand, a gentle smile appeared on the king's face.

"Thinking back to those days, we were just like this, looking at each other and talking."

Memories of the past kept flooding into Altria's mind, the memories of Bedivere seemed so insignificant compared to what she had gone through over the years, yet she found it hard to let go.

The other party was the knight who followed him at first and also the subordinate who accompanied him to the end.

How could I completely forget such a loyal knight?

Thinking of this, those beautiful green eyes dimmed a little.

The knight in front of him also noticed the king's depression.

"My king, please don't blame yourself."

The knight's words were filled with an extremely strong sense of self-blame.

"It was me who committed a crime of utter stupidity."

"Because I was afraid you would actually die, I went to the Lake three times but was unable to return the Holy Sword..."

The sunlight shone through the layers of heat waves and onto the gorgeous holy sword. The reflected light also cast a layer of golden glow on the faces of both of them.

"To atone for my sins, I have been searching for you all these years..."

The Silver Knight continued his narration, and neither the king nor Shuul, who was listening, intended to interrupt the other.

"Now, I have finally found you, and with the help of my companions, I have arrived before you."

Bedivere spoke softly, and he gently handed over the holy sword in his hand.

It was only then that Artoria's gaze left the knight and turned to the holy sword that had been lost for many years.

“My king…”

Bedivere's voice gradually began to choke.

"Now, I can finally return this sword to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver knight gently lifted the sword in his hand and placed it steadily in Artoria's open hands.

tick...

Hiss——

A few drops of water fell from Bedivere's cheeks and were evaporated by the high temperature as they fell to the ground.

Altria looked up and saw that on the knight's handsome face, apart from the black mark she had smeared on him earlier, there was only sweat on his forehead due to the high temperature.

Is it sweat?

The Lion King didn't know, but Bedivere's expression was so normal.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the knight, the former looked back at the holy sword in his hand.

"Camelot was built by people's dreams..."

The words she had spoken to Bedivere echoed in her mind.

Artoria looked up and saw that the "holy city" she had built in this world had already been completely destroyed by the rage of the black dragon.

This place is a forbidden area for life and was once the location of a holy city.

Her city and her ideals, just like the prophetic poem, were destroyed in the hands of strangers.

However, the destruction of the holy city did not have much impact on the Lion King at this moment.

"You did well, Bedivere..."

She lowered her brows and looked at the holy spear in her hand, stroking the sword.

"You are my last and most loyal knight."

Filth had long since infected the crown, but it could not bury its glory.

"You are not guilty of any crime."

Altria raised her eyes slightly, a relieved smile appearing on her face.

"You have fulfilled the mission entrusted to you by your king."

She raised her hand again and touched his face, slightly lifting the knight's lowered head, allowing Bedivere to look into her eyes.

"So, be proud, Bedivere."

As he finished speaking, the silver knight's eyes could no longer stop trembling.

He immediately closed his eyes, trying to hide his outrageous emotions.

“My king…”

Because his cheek was supported, Bedivere could not lower his head, and could only expose his own gaffe in front of the king.

Da...da...

Just at this moment, a green figure slowly walked over from the side.

Xuer looked calmly at the knight's slightly trembling back, his eyes were without any meaning, like a deep lake.

At this moment, Artoria's gaze also fell on the puppet that had beaten her into her current state.

Facing the culprit who destroyed the "holy city", she did not show any anger.

He simply met the puppet's gaze calmly.

Of course, Shuul only approached after seeing Bedivere hand the holy sword to the Lion King.

After all, he could confirm that the other party's task had been "completed", so it was his own job next.

However, since the knight had not yet stood up, he just stood behind him and waited.

Of course, Xiuer doesn't care about other people's attitudes, but he will also respect others in certain situations.

At least Bedivere could be considered a "companion."

However, despite this, he still ignored the knight who lost his composure due to emotional excitement and looked at the Lion King in front of him.

"..."

The puppet didn't speak, just looked at each other silently.

"May I have your name?"

This time, Altria's face was no longer as cold as before. The return of the holy sword allowed her character that had been blocked by the holy spear to gradually return.

However, her experience as the Lion King for many years is also a fact, so in the end, her personality has only changed from "God" back to "Human".

The sharp gaze from before was now much softer.

A lot of time has passed, and no matter how serious the injuries on his body are, they are not as terrible as the poison back then.

The Lion King's strength is gradually recovering.

It is clearly a "living person", but it can exert such terrifying vitality under the blessing of these "external objects".

Xuul did not respond immediately, but turned to look at the holy sword in his hand.

His gaze was unobstructed and was naturally noticed by Artoria.

She was immediately confused.

"You seem to be very concerned about my 'weapon'."

The other person was Bedivere's companion, and it was this person who sent the other person to him.

When her memory returned, Artoria's anger towards Shuul was mostly extinguished.

That's why she spoke to him in a relatively friendly tone at this moment.

However, she still finds it difficult to let go of the destruction of the holy city and the injuring or killing of the Knights of the Round Table.

"affim."

He will not hide his purpose, but he will not make it clear either.

It all depends on when the other party notices it.

"Answer, Xiuer."

"Ok?"

Altria was a little stunned.

This seems to be a "name", is it answering the previous question?

She felt relieved. It seemed that Bedivere's companion had a special personality.

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