Chapter 1109 Don Quixote de la Mancha
And after that brief trance, Aiwass saw a clear memory.
But compared to the previous first-person, dreamlike memory, this one was from a third-person perspective. It was like a movie, even with storyboards and camera movements.
That was on the village square.
The young version of "Arthur" that Aiwass was quite familiar with and several Knights of the Round Table were talking about something on the stone platform.
At this time, people were not paying attention to Arthur's speech.
Because an extremely beautiful fairy suddenly appeared in the crowd.
She was covered only with a translucent black veil, which blocked almost nothing in the midday sun.
She has charming long black hair and emerald green eyes like tourmaline. Just one look at her will captivate you, and her fair skin is as delicious as butter.
Her mere appearance attracted the attention of the crowd, and even several Knights of the Round Table stared at her in fascination.
"Is she joining us too, Merlin?"
Gawain asked Merlin.
The reason for his inquiry was simple—the woman clung to a sacred and exaggerated holy sword. The scabbard was tucked at her waist, while the hilt rested in the center of her chest, almost completely hidden by the softness. Yet, the sword stirred and pulsed, imbuing them with a sense of movement. It was this scene that captivated everyone.
And the holy sword was so brilliant and glorious that even Arthur opened his eyes wide.
But what Arthur was looking at was not the person, but the sword.
"...No," Merlin's expression darkened. "She must be the Lady of the Lake. I think she's here to cause trouble."
"My brave knights."
The woman uttered a soft, heart-wrenching voice: "I am not a knight, and I don't want to join you.
"Just as the wizard said, I am here to give you a difficult problem.
"This sword in my chest...it has troubled me for a long time. It binds me tightly...with it in my body, I can't even put on my clothes."
As she spoke, she gently tapped the sword, causing the hilt to tremble, and the white light dazzled people.
"Only the purest and most upright can draw this sword and free me. Morgan told me that all of us here are righteous men of the Empire... If even you can't save me, I'm afraid no one else can."
She looked at Arthur with a half-smile on her face: "Morgan's lover, the great Arthur...would you like to give it a try?"
“…I’ll do it.”
Arthur was silent for a moment, then stepped forward.
He reached out his hand, and under the guidance of the Lady of the Lake, he reached into her chest. But as soon as he grasped the sword, he felt a strong desire magnified.
——The great Arthur actually reacted in public!
His hands froze in place, unable to pull out the sword no matter how hard he tried. His solemn and upright face grew redder, and his breathing became heavier.
It was not until then that the knights realized... this was not a kind request for help, but a malicious humiliation.
"I'll do it!"
Gawain rushed forward without thinking.
Gawain, considered the perfect knight, was humble and polite, restrained and fair, the epitome of all good qualities. But even he couldn't draw the sword, and his outstretched hand kept rippling the Lady of the Lake's chest, causing her to moan for all to hear.
Naturally, he failed.
Under the subtle gazes of the people, Bedivere, Kai, Merlin... all failed one after another.
No one could pull out the sword, which meant... none of them were "the purest and most upright people."
"—What are you looking at! Don't look!"
At this moment, an extremely angry roar rang out: "What does it have to do with you what happens to us?! If we can't draw our swords, do you think you can?
"Damn it, it's just a sword! I want to see where it's so hard to pull it out!"
Before he could react, a strong and ferocious-looking knight rushed up.
Balin had no interest in women, so he hadn't paid attention to the farce from the beginning. Rather, he hadn't even paid attention to Arthur's speech to recruit followers, instead squatting in a corner to eat. But as he watched his colleagues fail one after another, Balin finally couldn't help himself.
He rushed forward and grabbed the sword.
His movements were so rough that the Lady of the Lake let out the loudest moan.
Yet Bahrain remained unmoved.
Or rather - when he grasped the sword, what swelled a hundredfold in his heart was not lust.
He wanted to kill the woman who had brought disgrace upon himself and his brothers.
He wanted to surpass Arthur's status.
He wanted to gain more power.
He wants people to worship him and bow down to him.
He wants to kill everyone he wants to kill!
Right now, immediately, right now——
The whisper in his heart made him lose his mind in an instant.
Balin finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Not only did he draw his sword, he even chopped off the head of the fairy in the lake as he drew his sword!
The pleasure of wanton killing brought him great satisfaction - it was a kind of ecstatic pleasure that could not be felt no matter how much delicious food he devoured!
When Knight Balin gripped the Malmidova sword tightly, his pupils glowed with a cold scarlet light.
At that moment, Merlin was suddenly stunned.
He felt the will of the stars, and the prophecy came out:
"—Whoever draws this sword will bring death to the bravest knight in the world. The empire will be in danger, torn apart, and turned into desolation."
He paused, then spoke a more precise prophecy: "This sword will be used for good as well as for evil. Its power will never wane until the cycle of the world ends."
Then, Merlin's empty gaze turned to Balin and he issued a judgment like a god: "You will kill the one whom the world loves most. Your blood and his blood must blend according to the will of the stars."
Then, Merlin suddenly returned to normal.
Arthur frowned, as if he was worried about something.
He asked Merlin seriously, "Is there any way to lift this curse?"
"…I'm afraid not."
Merlin shook his head in annoyance: "The power of fate is stronger than personal will.
"This is a future that has already been decided... It's a destiny, and no one can escape it."
The next moment, the illusion became clearer.
Balin disappeared at some point, and the person holding the holy sword became Galahad.
But there was another person beside Galahad.
He was a crazy person who looked 80% similar to Balin, except for his hair and eye color.
He has long black hair and emerald green eyes, just like the lake fairy of yesteryear.
There was a knight that none of the other Knights of the Round Table could see. A knight that existed only in fantasy.
"Fate has arranged things better than we could have hoped for!"
The knight laughed loudly and pointed his sword forward. "Look, Sir Galahad! There are more than thirty giants over there! Come with me and defeat them!"
"That's the windmill, Sir Balin."
Galahad said calmly.
"Call me Don Quixote, Sir Galahad! I am the Protector of La Mancha, a title bestowed upon me by His Majesty himself!"
The knight laughed. "Follow me to defeat those giants! These despicable giants must have prayed to the Most High for divine intervention and cast a deception to deceive us into mistaking them for windmills. You joined the Round Table too late, and you don't understand the bravery I fought in those days!"
"Follow me! In battle, we cannot miss even the slightest opportunity!"
"You already see many things as giants, don Quixote."
Galahad complained, "Just like Hercules I. Before, you thought Gawain was an armored giant."
At that moment, Don Quixote's pupils suddenly contracted for a moment.
It was as if some lost memory was about to be recalled at that moment...
But he quickly gave up.
"What are you talking about! You don't understand this kind of thing. I'm an expert at fighting giants! If you're scared, just stand aside! I can defeat them all by myself!"
Don Quixote laughed heartily and charged forward with great vigor.
But of course, he doesn't exist, just like the giant doesn't exist.
In a hallucination visible only to Galahad, Don Quixote crashed into the windmill and flew through it.
But from Don Quixote's perspective, it seemed as if he had created an illusion for those thirty giants—
"Look, Sir Galahad! I've pierced a huge hole through the sinful and powerful bodies of the giants! I've pierced thirty giants with one blow!"
"You are truly remarkable."
Galahad responded calmly, and it seemed that Don Quixote was satisfied with just this.
Suddenly, Don Quixote turned his gaze and met Aiwass's eyes.
"Look, Sir Galahad! The future Majesty is watching us!"
He laughed: "He is watching our heroic feat!"
"I bow to your Majesty."
Galahad's facial features remained expressionless. He nodded as a gesture of greeting.
Don Quixote was somewhat dissatisfied. "How rude, Sir Galahad! Do you know what a great man that is? He is the son of the Snake Father and the Candlelighter, the future savior! He has traveled across time and space to see us—especially my heroic battle!"
He looked at Aiwass eagerly and gave an exaggerated knight's salute: "Your Majesty, please wait for me! After a long time, the guardian of Ramanqueling will finally come to your side!
"—Please allow me to protect you, just as I protect my victory and glory!"
As he spoke, the illusion before him suddenly collapsed and shattered!
Update completed meow!
I'm going to sleep after waiting for a wave of typos...
Yes, I haven't slept yet (sad)
My work and rest schedule is so bad...
(End of this chapter)
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