The Golden Sun of the Academy - The Golden Sun of the Academy chapter 144

Chapter 144

Miracle (1)

“Stop the Roman army! Stop them from sticking to the wall! If they stick to the wall, it’s over!!!”

Kay, who cut the head of an unknown Roman soldier climbing over a ladder over the wall, encouraged the soldiers by raising his voice.

As he swung his sword in succession, his face was covered in a mixture of blood and sweat, full of salt and iron.

I ran so hard that the soles of my feet were hot, but the situation did not progress at all.

The Roman soldiers, like swarms of ants, were still climbing the walls, and when they were cut down, new Roman soldiers waiting behind climbed the ladder.

“Sir Kay!”

As he pulled out the sword stuck in the chest of the Roman soldier, his head turned to the familiar voice urgently calling him.

At the end of his field of vision was a knight wielding a sword that glistened in the sunlight.

Sun Knight Gawain.

As if he had noticed that Kay’s eyes were on him, he shouted as he moved towards Kay.

“Sir Kay! We must take over the army! I can’t hold out in the outer castle any longer!”

Every time Gawain’s sword is swung, heat rushes through the area.

The Roman army, which constantly climbed up not only one but several enemies with a single blow, was eventually reaching the top of the wall one by one.

Gawain, who showed outstanding performance, is still alive, but his expression is very urgent.

“There are not enough soldiers to defend the entire outer fortress—! If you keep going like this, you may even lose the chance to survive in resistance! Make a decision quickly!”

Following Gawain’s eyes as he glanced up at the sky, he tilted his head and looked up at the sky. The sun, which had reached the top of the sky, was beginning to tilt little by little.

‘Ah, the sun is declining.’

Kei, who grieved at this, lowered his head.

Recognizing that the sun was slowly starting to decline, it was only then that Gawain’s swordsmanship became weaker.

Gawain’s ability to earn the reputation of a knight of the sun was the most important factor.

Gawain at noon is stronger than Lancelot.

His power, blessed by the sun, changes in thousands of ways depending on the location of the sun.

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Just before noon, his strength reached its peak. But now that the sun is starting to set, he will continue to weaken.

Gawain’s two younger brothers, Gareth and Gaheris, are also in a hurry to block the Roman army from crossing over the wall.

Even the one-armed Bedivere.

Poor Percivaldo.

Palamedes.

Agravein.

Thor.

Everyone is getting tired.

He reassured himself that he had to firmly hold on to the handle of the sword, but he could not help the grip on his own.

“Ahh… … . The kingdom will eventually collapse.”

“Sir Kay!!!”

“Decades of hard work are in vain… … .”

“Command!!!”

Suddenly Arthur’s back figure came to mind.

A big brother together, a king who wins in any situation.

Literally the one who works miracles himself.

When he was in danger, his subtitle came very loudly.

However, he is already dead, and the situation is urgent whether to defeat the military or not. You have to accept reality.

– Fast.

I clenched my mouth so that the sound of grinding my teeth could leak out, and I gripped the sword so tightly that the blood in my hands was not flowing.

“The army… … .”

Kay knows that too.

Even if I enter resistance here and fight, I won’t be able to hold out for long.

“Bite… … .”

That it was just forcing damage to the enemy with limited resources.

‘I should have chosen the field battle instead.’

Even if you regret it, it’s already too late. I’ve already come a very long way.

Now you want to win. to hope for a miracle.

Since Kay wasn’t Arthur, he didn’t have the power to bring about a miracle—.

“Retreat! Retreat to the castle!”

—I order a retreat.

Percival, who approached while slashing the Roman soldiers, tells Kay.

“Sir Kay! If we retreat like this, the damage is too great! This is worse than keeping your seat!”

Poor Percival. This guy has grown up before he knew it.

“Percival, then what the hell are you trying to do! If it stays like this, it’s all over! Shouldn’t we at least be able to plan for it in the future!”

Gawain yells at Percival.

“Gawain, are you saying that we should use the deaths of our soldiers to survive?! I can’t do that! Even if I die, I will die here!”

Alas, it is bitter.

The Round Table, which had been barely united, was divided.

I felt it in that moment.

Before Lancelot left, why did he say that the Round Table had to be assembled?

Even if they move as one body, they raise their voices in situations where they are lacking.

I’d rather see young knights, who can be said to be the future of the Round Table, antagonize… … .

“… … I will stay.”

“What do you mean, Sir Kay?!”

“I will stay and buy time. Sir Gawain and Sir Percival, gather up the soldiers and plan for the future.”

Both of their mouths open.

“This country needs young, energetic people like you rather than old and powerless people like me.”

As if confirming his promise, Kay placed his hand on his chest to check his heartbeat.

“From now on, I will hand over all military authority to Sir Gawain.”

still running

“This old man’s life will be enough for the future of the Round Table.”

Although the body is old and weak, this is enough.

I don’t even have time to immerse myself in sentimentality.

Gawain and Percival, who confirmed their will with each other’s eyes, hesitated for a while and then began to organize their forces for retreat.

The Britons preparing to retreat and the Romans driving with momentum.

I saw an increasing number of foreign enemies on the wall.

He wasn’t Arthur.

That’s why the idea of causing a miracle is a luxury.

If you can’t make a miracle yourself—

—I’ll burn my life and do something equivalent to that.

Kay put her foot on the ledge of the castle wall to jump down and prayed one last time.

You are the Lady of the Lake. Give this country one last miracle, look upon this country. If so, this old man will have no regrets even if he dies… … .

“All forces retreat—”

The moment he was about to jump into the middle of the Roman army, ordering a retreat like that.

– Do not allow retreat.

A miracle happened.

The voice wasn’t very loud.

– Everyone stay seated.

If it was a normal battlefield, it would be normal to be buried in an instant by the screams of soldiers and the explosion caused by catalysis.

– If you run away from here now, nothing will change. so.

The low-pitched voice strangely captured the battlefield, lingered in people’s ears, and pierced their eardrums.

Kay, who was about to jump down the wall, found herself coming down from the railing, possessed by the voice.

-Don’t be afraid.

It’s a tone that reminds me of a person in Kei’s memory.

He was at the forefront of the battlefield.

He had a charm that made people follow him just by looking at him.

I felt my dying heartbeat grow wild.

-Your king is with you.

I hurriedly looked under the inner wall and saw that the knights were coming.

At first, I thought that Tristan simply failed to control it, but the atmosphere they approached was unusual.

Armed with heavy armor that radiated brilliant silver light and mounted on huge electric horses, no matter who saw them, they could not help but be the elite.

how long has it been The heart races. The body is already declining and waiting for the day to die, but the heart beats so strongly that it is not envious of the young days.

-Open the castle gate.

The soldiers guarding the inside of the gate flinched and noticed, and soon began to remove the latch that had locked the gate firmly.

Iron armor reminiscent of dragon scales.

A red cloak like spread wings.

The ‘Sword of Selection’ held in the hand is brilliant, and even a presence that makes one bow one’s head naturally just by riding a horse.

Everything was like Arthur in memory.

In an instant, Kay met eyes with the blonde knight behind the self-proclaimed king.

As usual, Lancelot, holding his dark blue sword, smiled as he met Kei’s gaze.

‘ah… … . It was something like that.’

I couldn’t understand it until Lancelot mentioned that he was writing a legend again.

Why are you so obsessed with the story of King Arthur?

Why is King Arthur’s shadow needed?

Only then did Kay understand all of Lancelot’s plans.

Britain didn’t need a king.

This country did not need a focal point.

It simply took a ‘miracle’ to prolong the life of this country.

The knights, the Iron Legion, formed an assault formation.

The front is pointed and the back is wide.

A ‘miracle’ was needed to turn defeat into victory.

A ‘miracle’ was needed to make the impossible possible.

Above all, this country desperately needed a ‘miracle’ to continue winning.

And it was enough for the king to simply be able to work miracles.

By the time the gates were almost open.

At the head of the knights, Mordred turned his horse and looked at the knights. The king, holding up the ‘Sword of Selection’, speaks.

“My round table, knights of this country.”

The knights’ eyes follow the tip of the king’s sword.

“Raise your sword.”

The king gave the order, and the knights raised their swords.

“let’s go.”

The castle gate was opened.

“It is time to work miracles.”

The Round Table rushed out of the castle gate with the harsh sound of horses hooves.

* * *

The Roman army, who had been cuddling in front of the gates, was destroyed in a single blow by the sudden charge of the round table, and at the same time the wind of the battlefield changed.

Cutting through the rushing Roman army, Mordred rode his horse to what appeared to be the Roman army command post.

A golden eagle with a red background fluttering at the top of the hill.

There it is.

It is crushed.

It breaks.

It was a way that did not suit people, but the heavy warhorse’s horseshoes and sharp iron made it possible.

Cutting through the Roman army, Mordred recalled Lancelot’s lessons.

Lancelot’s lesson, which naturally brushed his short blond hair and evaded Mordred’s blow, was heavy from the start.

-From now on, you will have to live as Arthur’s successor, not Mordred.

I nodded at his words.

-What people want is an ‘heir who resembles King Arthur’, not Mordred. You have to reveal yourself only after receiving people’s recognition. Until then, hide and kill yourself thoroughly.

Mordred replied that he could do anything.

-Every single action of King Arthur is heavy. This is to add strength to the words that spill out around you that you are not a light person.

Slashes down the sword of reality.

By adding strength to the heavy weight, it was possible to cut the enemy in two with one blow.

The roar of the knights is heard from behind. If you listen closely, they were chanting a new king.

-King Arthur’s tone is resolute. This allows listeners to make various interpretations by spitting out words briefly and concisely. Because people think primarily of themselves. The shorter your words are, the more resolute they are, the more you interpret them in the direction you want to hear.

“Round table! believe it! I’ll make you do whatever you want!”

The knights cheered at Mordred’s words.

I don’t know if what they want is victory, survival, or treasures plundered after battle.

– Throw away the thought of clumsily following. Steal everything from him, cheat people. It has to be.

I will interpret each one individually.

– Trust you. Since you are Arthur’s son, you should be able to pull out a sword of choice. If you show people what they want, they will recognize you as a descendant of King Arthur.

Raise the tip of your sword high. The sword soaring as if it would pierce the sky vomited a sharp light without regret.

Mordred in his memories asked Lancelot.

‘Then what do I have to show you?’

Lancelot smiled at the question.

‘miracle.’

It’s just one word, but there’s a lot in it.

‘It takes a miracle to make the crowd believe in you, and it takes a miracle to make your followers revere you as well.’

Even while spinning around Mordred looking for gaps, his words continued unabated.

lower the sword One enemy is dead.

‘And you yourself need a miracle.’

cut people One life is gone.

‘Your only blemish is in your birth as an illegitimate child, and it will take you so many miracles with your own hands to cover it up. Are you confident?’

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‘… … I am confident.’

Since no counterattack was expected at all, there was no way to stop the round table’s hard and sharply cohesive charge against the thin and wide Roman army.

I was able to reach the end of the hill that seemed impossible to reach far away.

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Just before the miracle was complete.

-bang!!!

A wild explosion erupted from the back row of the round table that cut through the center of the Roman army.