The Golden Sun of the Academy - The Golden Sun of the Academy chapter 140

Episode 140

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“Sir Lancelot… … ?”

I turned my head to the old, cracked voice calling me, and an old man of middle age to old age entered through the door.

Lancelot’s memory immediately tells me who he is.

K.

Son of Sir Ector, who raised King Arthur.

One of the elders among the Knights of the Round Table.

Even if the armed forces they have are somewhat inferior, they are the ones who are trusted by King Arthur.

A close friend of an old dragon who is no longer dead – King Arthur.

“What are you doing at this hour?”

There was a question mark on his face as he walked towards me.

Now he turned his back on King Arthur, who was no longer breathing, and looked straight at Kay.

Perhaps noticing the strange atmosphere hovering in the room, as he approaches me, his hand slowly rises to his waist.

I opened my mouth to him as calmly as possible.

“The King has passed away. Sir Kay.”

“what… … ?”

As if he didn’t understand my words for a moment, Kei frowned for a moment, then opened his mouth blankly, not befitting his dignified impression.

“Ji, what did you say now? What is the king?”

“They said the king had passed away.”

“Arthur-!!!”

The atmosphere in the room, which had been heated with subtle tension, was broken in an instant, and Kay approached King Arthur with a leap.

His ironclad clanks wildly as he runs toward the dead king.

Unbelievably, his eyes were shaking as he passed my shoulder.

“What is this?! Arthur… … .”

His shoulders trembled as he checked the breathing and heartbeat of King Arthur, who had already died and cooled down.

You are sad.

I watched it silently.

Kay cries.

The two are brothers, not related by blood.

The brotherly bond that has grown together since childhood can melt even the heart of a knight that is like steel.

he cried for a long time

Kei’s sobbing soon stopped.

He knows that too. Rather than being sad that the king died, the post-processing was more important.

“There are no swords… … .”

Hugging the dead King Arthur, he stood up and said.

As Guinevere was imprisoned recently, the relationship between Lancelot and King Arthur deteriorated rapidly, so it was a natural confirmation procedure.

Kei, who got up from his seat, looked at me with bloodshot eyes and twitched his eyebrows.

“Do you know the cause of death?”

Kay asked.

“When I came in for an audience, I had already gone to Utopia.”

I answered.

“… … Got it. You should go back first, and I would like you to keep quiet about this for a while.”

-The 828th parasitic world has declared mission complete. Would you like to return? (Yes or No)

For some reason, the notification window announcing the completion of the mission looks weak.

I thought as I watched him speak while trying to suppress his sadness.

It’s a chance to change the end of the story.

-The 828th parasitic world is questioning your thoughts.

Normally, I wouldn’t even look back because I didn’t want to get entangled in troublesome things.

But I didn’t want to.

There was something I wanted to see at least the end of the sword in this world, and the epic of King Arthur is a story that I have an attachment to.

I was assigned a role in such a story and had the opportunity to participate directly… … .

At best, such an absurd ending?

If I accept the return here, it will definitely be comfortable for me.

There’s nothing bothersome about it, and it’s literally going to be a futile ending.

But this is not it.

Due to my personality, such an uninteresting and boring ending is disgusting and I can’t just skip it.

It was a life lived only for fun.

If I just go back here, the future development will be obvious.

Lancelot, who saved me from the line of the dragon by consuming at most my lifespan, will put aside everything else and head to prison to save Guinevere.

That action alone will shed light on the erring relationship between Lancelot and King Arthur.

Rumors will circulate that Lancelot, who is usually known for women, may have tried his hand at King Arthur to covet Guinevere.

Ahh… … .

Even if you don’t go through it yourself, you can clearly see the after story.

I didn’t want an ending like this.

– The 828th parasitic world agrees with you.

I can’t accept this.

-The 828th parasitic world cheers for your determination!

I ignored the notification window and turned my head toward Kei in front of me.

Reward is important, but isn’t it possible that people sometimes act as they please?

“Sir Kay, I have something to tell you.”

“… … Something? If it’s not urgent, I’d like you to tell me tomorrow.”

Looking straight into Kei’s eyes as he shook his head, I said clearly.

“It is urgent. I don’t think there is anything more urgent than this.”

“Hmm…. Don’t keep your mouth shut when it comes to Guinevere’s release. Even though I’m weaker than you, if I say that right now, the tip of my sword will be pointed at your heart.”

A question hovers over his face. Still, there was no hope at all.

Lancelot, how long has he been chasing after women? How can he be so suspicious at the moment when the king is dead… … .

Even though I was Lancelot, I was just borrowing a body for a while, so it didn’t bother me too much, so I continued.

“Kyung-eun, what do you think will happen in the future because of the sudden death of the King?”

“… … That’s for me, who is in charge of domestic affairs, to decide, not yours.”

His eyes, which had been wandering around as if he was not interested, finally began to stare fully in my direction.

This is the start.

Now, at this moment, I must become an eternal loyalist who fully cares about the country.

If it wasn’t for that level of sincerity, you wouldn’t be able to convince Kay or that obstinate old knight.

“It is clear to me.”

“… … .”

“The country will be thrown into chaos.”

“It’s only natural that the king is dead.”

As if exhausted, he turned around and tried to approach Arthur again, so he added it after his body fully returned.

“The king has caused many wars. That’s why Britain has so many enemies now.”

“It was necessary for this country, Britain.”

Kay’s beard twitched in displeasure at my words revealing the king’s disgrace.

“Are you just trying to say that?”

“Of course not.”

After I catch my breath for a while

then started talking.

“There are a lot of enemies, but it didn’t matter until now. All of these families were possible because the king was in good health. But now we have to completely overturn that premise.”

“… … Keep talking.”

Kei, who was squirming around as if he was interested, seemed ready to listen.

“This country is a country that was maintained only by the military force and charisma of ‘King Arthur’. But now the king who will support the country is gone.”

“… … Do you know what that word means?”

“Yeah, I know. I dare to say that this country will be engulfed in civil war.”

At my words, Kei made a sound of pain but couldn’t refute.

Although he hugged the dead Arthur and grieved, he was in charge of the internal affairs of a country.

In the midst of sadness, I would have thought of the following.

“We have lost our strongest focal point. Although the Round Table has been able to maintain the country for a while because it is strong, at this point the Round Table is stronger than necessary. Also, the authority they hold is ruthless. His pride soars to the sky, and he won’t obey the simple king’s orders. There are no more national heroes.”

Although it is said to be a war mad, this country was in a position to survive solely on the existence of ‘King Arthur’ itself.

It was self-evident that Britain, which had lost its center of gravity, would be divided into Lancelot (nobles) and Mordredpa (royal family) at the most, and at most the number of Knights of the Round Table who were active as vassals.

Kei nodded as if imagining the future and closed his eyes.

“The foreign enemies that have been suppressed will stir up, and the kingdom that has barely been established will be shattered.”

If he returns from here, civil war and disturbance will overlap, and in the meantime, Lancelot will face a situation where he has no choice but to kill his colleagues, or his children, parents, and brothers.

“The masterpiece that our Round Table spent our entire life building – Britain – will crumble like a sandcastle in front of the waves in a single moment.”

There are not many options left in this country facing catastrophe.

“We have to choose.”

“What is that choice?”

There is only choice left.

-The 828th parasitic world calculates causality.

“One is to kill all Round Tables that pose a threat to the kingdom.”

“… … what?”

One of them is to get rid of everything that could be harmful.

In the end, Kei’s composure was broken.

“you… … ?! To harm the Knights of the Round Table, do you mean to kill all of your comrades? No, do you think it was possible in the first place?!”

Nogisa, who had been quiet, finally let out a roar, and since I had already made my choice, I remained calm.

“it’s possible. It is possible enough because I, the strongest, will be with you.”

“I will refuse! If that’s the second suggestion, don’t even mention it.”

“I knew you would.”

He shuddered as if his teeth trembled just from imagining it.

Although the option is suggested by me, Kay’s answer is already expected.

Kay, who hates my king, wouldn’t want to destroy King Arthur’s work with her own hands.

that’s me too

-The 828th parasitic world has completed the causal calculation.

“Then there is only one option left.”

“… … What the hell is it?”

-The 828th parasitic world salutes your choice.

I moved my feet towards the table with King Arthur’s body and the ‘Sword of Selection’.

Kei followed me as if he was uneasy.

“The hero died, but he left behind the story, so there is only one thing for those left to do.”

Arriving at the table, I looked at King Arthur’s corpse for a moment, then turned my gaze to the sword of choice.

“To reproduce the story left behind by the hero. Now that the Round Table is alive and well, there is no other way left in this country other than that way.”

He stretched out his hand toward the sword of selection.

“you… … , now!?”

The sword of choice repeatedly oscillated, rejecting me who was not its owner, but it could not escape my touch.

A story covers a story.

Those who have seen similar scenes before will instinctively recall something similar they saw most recently… … .

… … Since King Arthur’s corpse had not yet cooled down after drawing the sword of selection, it was possible enough now that nostalgia for the myth remained.

“Sir Kay. Would you like to rewrite the legend with me?”

-The world will forgive you for the atrocities you have committed inside, and will thank you.

The dragon who defended the country was lost.

So there would be no way for this country to survive other than to make dragons again.

On this day, I put the sword of selection on the round table again for the new dragon.

The new child dragon to pull out this sword has been decided, so I am merely a guide.