The Golden Sun of the Academy - The Golden Sun of the Academy chapter 142

Episode 142

Dentistry (2)

“Le Fay, I have something to say to Mordred, so could you go in first?”

“Why, can’t you talk in front of me?”

Morgan, who was watching Mordred from the seat next to him, frowned as if he was uncomfortable.

“If you feel uncomfortable, adjust your posture and sit… … .”

I felt Morgan’s gaze looking at me strangely, so I cleared my throat and corrected my words.

“I have something to say to the men. Don’t worry, I won’t take the baby away.”

“… … Sheesh, I get it. Come back on time when it’s time to feed the kids later.”

At my banquet order, Morgan clicked his tongue and went back to the tower with his mouth twitching.

He shook his head as he watched her back.

The reason for sending her back was to confirm Mordred’s will.

No matter how much Mordred’s mother made her aware of the situation, there was something she had to confirm with Mordred for a perfect story.

I felt a gaze staring at my face from the side and turned my head towards it.

“Sir Lancelot, is my father really King Arthur?”

I stared into Mordred’s eyes staring up at my face.

He was one head smaller than Lancelot, who could be said to have a large physique, so he had to lower his head to see his face properly.

Expectations and anxiety coexist in the eyes of the guy looking up at me. ‘Poor guy.’ I thought so.

“Yes. Your mother, as Morgan said, you are the king’s son.”

“… … I can’t believe it.”

“It’s worth it, because it’s not light content.”

He flinched at the sound of my powerful reply, and then let out a sigh.

I can’t see what’s contained in the sigh.

Still, I had to do my job, so I slowly got off my feet and started walking around him.

“At first I was happy. I was so happy that I couldn’t sleep at night for several days at a time when King Arthur, whom I admired so much, was my father. Who can understand the feeling that the father he was looking for so longed for? but… … .”

The boy quietly lowered his head and opened his mouth.

“… … If my father is King Arthur, why am I imprisoned here? Father, why is the king not looking for me? I didn’t understand.”

He spoke his own story through his small, open mouth.

“I didn’t understand, so I was angry. If I am a child who will never be found, why was I born into this world? Was I just a father, no, a by-product of King Arthur’s one night of pleasure? Was it the dishonor you wanted to hide by even confining it like this?”

His two fists trembled as he quietly brought out his thoughts.

I asked quietly at the guy who was trembling with anger.

“So are you angry?”

He raises his head at my question.

“Yes, I was unbearably angry at his unreasonable attitude. I was saddened by my unacknowledged existence.”

His eyes were burning with anger, but the anger that came out of his mouth was cold.

“I regretted the past days when I admired King Arthur even for a moment.”

It was a completely different anger than anything I had seen before.

“So I made a promise.”

The anger and sorrow that should be burning hotly… … .

It was just chillingly cold.

“I’d do anything to fuck the king.”

I closed my eyes and savored the boy’s feelings.

In the original story, he knew why Mordred rebelled.

He wanted to be recognized by his father, King Arthur.

However, King Arthur did not acknowledge the boy as his son until the end. I just treated the sore finger.

It seemed that the one who only knew the reason could now understand Mordred’s feelings.

The guy was just genuinely angry.

to the king who denies himself.

To the father who considers himself just a shame.

I was angry and angry.

The trough of piled up emotions burst out in the scenario where a father kills his child – The Hill of Camlann.

Bone and muscle dispute.

A picture unfolds in your mind.

On top of the hill of corpses, I see a child whose heart is pierced by a knife thrown by his father.

At that moment, hot blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Originally, a painting should be odorless, but I don’t know why it smells so strongly of blood.

I open my eyes and speak to Mordred.

“Modred. No, the king’s illegitimate son. what ending do you want do you want to be king Or do you want to be recognized? I will help with whatever ending you wished for.”

He sighed and lowered his head, then raised his face at the voice calling him.

Hot water drops run down his cheeks.

The blood that must have been shed on the hills of Camlann—

“My father, who really wanted to be acknowledged, was already in the coffin.”

The delicate face, which is unclear whether it is male or female, is distorted with bite and anger.

—It turned into untimely tears and fell to the ground.

“The world doesn’t even know I exist. I’m breathing, what I’m talking about, whose child I am… … .”

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“That’s why I want to let the world know—. I, Mordred, are King Arthur’s children! My existence is here! I must see the world chanting with every word I say and every gesture I wave.”

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What came out of his mouth was a sigh of anger and sorrow.

“No matter what you do?”

“No matter what you do.”

Looking at the distorted face of the boy, he nodded.

I felt the spleen in the red-skinned eyes of the guy.

“From now on, you will live as the ‘heir to King Arthur’, not as ‘Mordred’.”

Now, the way he was going was, in a way, nonsensical.

To chase after someone’s shadow, you had to be prepared to be compared to the owner of the shadow for the rest of your life.

but.

even if it is

“If you are determined enough, take the sword, last heir.”

If Mordred is determined, I will help him.

Because it was close to the ending suitable for Lancelot.

“The way Arthur wields his sword, his speaking habits, his frequent actions. I will tell you all about him.”

I put my hand on my waist and pulled the handle of the sword.

With a clear metal sound, the blue-black blade came out of the scabbard.

“If you learn and master all of that, the world will see King Arthur’s image layered on you.”

I can see Mordred clenching his teeth at my words.

“You can’t help but go crazy with just one word from you and one gesture from your hand.”

The corner of the boy’s mouth, which had been greatly distorted, twisted upward.

“Your name will remain in the book of librarians as a son of King Arthur and a man who surpasses his father.”

Mordred draws his sword.

I also twisted the corner of my mouth at that guy.

“Come, red dragon. I will make you a king.”

Mordred ran.

I accepted one of the guys.

Three months passed like that.

* * *

Three months had passed since Lancelot left the capital – Camelot.

3 months.

Short if short, long if long.

“… … After all, was Lancelot’s prediction correct?”

On top of the wall, Kay muttered as she swept down the wall with a tired face.

A lot has happened in 3 months.

-The round table will be divided as the strong focal point is gone.

When King Arthur died, the Round Table immediately began to divide with dissonance.

Kay couldn’t stop them from going their separate ways for their own reasons.

The majority of the Round Table were lords somewhere.

Neither the ability to stop nor the justification was what Kay was lacking.

It was fortunate that he left gracefully.

Some of them pulled out the sword of selection from the round table and brought their soldiers to become king.

– I dare to say that this country will be engulfed in civil war.

“… … Have you looked this far, Lancelot?”

It was the knights who were still loyal and the will of King Arthur that put them to rest, who had been pushing them recklessly.

It’s self-evident not to pull it out unless the blood of the fan dragon – King Arthur’s last name – is flowing, but no matter how lofty a knight is, is it all the same for a human being to lose reason if power flickers in front of them?

Although it was a forged will as per Lancelot’s opinion, without it, the division of the Round Table would have accelerated as the justification would have been lost.

If there had been a little more disengagement of the knights here, the balance would not have been maintained and Britain would have been engulfed in civil war.

Kay frowned at the picture drawn in her head and turned her head.

In his eyes, the walls of the castle are dripping with blood.

Of course, it wasn’t Kay’s blood.

Looking beyond the walls, the corpses formed a mound underneath, as if to prove the traces of a siege.

In the vast plain far away, the torches nestled in the dark continued endlessly.

“… … If a civil war had occurred here, Britain would have been over. No, it’s already over… … .”

The flames that bloomed from the ground were like seeing stars that had fallen to the ground.

It covered the whole world as if you could find constellations among them if you looked carefully.

– The foreign enemies that have been suppressed will be stirred up, and the kingdom that has barely been established will be shattered.

“You are right, Lancelot. I was complacent, there’s no way foreign enemies would pass by such a good opportunity.”

Flags can sometimes be seen fluttering through the torches that light the ground.

Looking at the golden eagle wrapped in laurel on a red background, Kei gnashed his teeth.

“Damn the Romans! He was the first to step out when the kingdom was having a hard time, and now he’s trying to show that disgusting face again!”

It’s not just Rome’s problem. Northern Vikings, Picts, Scots, etc.

News of all sorts of foreign invasions was heard endlessly from all over the country.

Lancelot, who went to seek the successor, remains silent even though the promised time is running out.

Even if we unite as one and defeat the enemy, our allies are constantly divided and the enemy continues to increase.

As I recalled the seriousness of the situation, a headache came and gripped my forehead.

It wasn’t that they didn’t resist the Roman invasion.

But an empire is still an empire even if it perishes.

The status of Rome, which calls itself the evangelist of civilization, has not declined at all.

Even though it was a regional hegemon, Britain, which was divided over and over again, was only a weak country in front of Rome, and the result was immediately revealed in the battle.

A losing streak.

Although the knights fought hard, that alone was not enough to turn the tide of the war.

The morale of the soldiers fell endlessly, and the pride of the knights had long since been tainted by the mud of the battlefield.

“This, too, will be settled tomorrow… … .”

Britain no longer had the strength to hold out.

Contrary to Kei’s dizzy inside, the sky is clear.

The cool night air passed over his face. Looking at the clear night sky, Kay laments.

“Lady of the Lake, are you going to forsake this country?”

If Camelot is captured tomorrow, how much blood will be shed… … .

… … Kay was afraid of it.

* * *

The day when there was nothing more to teach Mordred.

It took exactly three months.

“Mother, then we will go.”

I looked at Mordred’s back as he bowed his head towards Morgan.

Morgan Le Fay, who is greeted by Mordred, has a confused expression.

Mordred’s reputation would be harmed by her going now, even if he was called later, so it was clear in Morgan’s eyes that he regretted not being able to follow.

Leaving the island like that, I ran day and night to reach my destination, Camelot, but the place is… … .

“… … Sir Lancelot. Is what I am seeing really the capital of this country?”

“… … It definitely came right.”

The son-in-law was full of Roman army banners.

Seeing Mordred tremble, perhaps out of anger at the invader… … .

He raised the corner of his mouth behind the boy’s back.

The stage is all set.