Looking at Lord Nelson standing before him, King Arthur knew at first glance that this was a loyal and courageous soldier.
To such a loyal and brave person, King Arthur did not skimp on his kindness and courtesy, "I have already set aside my crown, and the kingdom of the past no longer exists. Please feel free to address by my na, Arthur."
"It really is King Arthur!" Lord Nelson showed a shocked expression on his face. Upon eting the greatest king of British legend, he hurriedly expressed his respect, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Your esteed Majesty, may I ask why you are here? Can you tell us what exactly happened here?" While paying his respects to King Arthur, Sherlock Hols also urgently inquired of him, after all, ravens and skeletons were fighting fiercely overhead, leaving no leeway for leisurely conversation.
"I am not entirely sure what has happened. This place is Avalon. One Thousand and Five Hundred Years ago, I was injured in the Battle of Calot and returned here to recuperate, but my knights and I were sealed here by my sister Morgan le Fay until just monts ago when the seal was broken." Although he was clear about how long he had been sealed, King Arthur was not very knowledgeable about the changes in the outside world, but he still tried his best to share what he knew with Lord Nelson and others.
"Avalon? The ideal sanctuary far removed from the world, as found in Celtic mythology?" Lord Nelson had not expected to find himself in the legendary final resting place of King Arthur, the mythical Avalon.
However, Professor Moriarty siezed another key point from King Arthur's words, "Morgan le Fay? So she's that witch?"
The information revealed by King Arthur was indeed startling, and even Lord Nelson and Professor Moriarty could not help but be surprised. But Sherlock Hols remained calm at this mont, making a request to King Arthur, "Your esteed Majesty, I wonder if you might assist us in combating this witch? If we fail to defeat her, the whole United Kingdom will fall into a crucible of war and disaster."
This was not an alarmist statent. In fact, if it hadn't been for Queen Mary's desire to cause warfare and calamity, the British Governnt might not have agreed to seal a demigod, or even a deity, and along with that, Britain's most distinguished naval general and the most outstanding detective of the Victorian Era, as well as seal a vast number of Legendary forces in this space.
Granted, those were criminals, but in the history of England, weren't there nurous examples where criminals were used to one's advantage against enemies?
It was just that for King Arthur, she truly no longer wanted to fight.
"I'm sorry, I no longer wish to be involved in any battle. I am tired, and so are my knights; they have waited for for one (thousand and) five (hundred years). It is ti for to give them peace." King Arthur shook her head to Sherlock Hols, her will to fight had long since been lost.
Although the Knights of the Round Table might not wish to rest just yet, perhaps they desired vengeance against Morgan le Fay, but in the face of King Arthur's lack of will to fight, these knights would not go against her wishes. They simply stood quietly behind her, awaiting her command, just as they had waited for one thousand and five hundred years, only to see her awaken.
"But if Morgan le Fay escapes from this prison, she will undoubtedly once again cause catastrophe across the land of England, and the people will fall into pain and disaster once more. For the sake of the English people, I implore you to save England once again!" Seeing that King Arthur appeared weary, Lord Nelson had to reluctantly use the safety of the people to persuade the young woman before him.
The ntion of the English people caused King Arthur's expression to hesitate for a mont; although she had been betrayed, even though her holand was in ruins, England was still her native land, and those people were still the ones she had once protected.
Noticing King Arthur's hesitation, Sherlock Hols also persuaded her, "Your Majesty, although you are tired of aningless wars, Morgan le Fay's ambition will plunge the whole of England, and even Britain, perhaps the entire world, into disaster. Can you truly bear to see the populace fall into a catastrophe of holessness and displacent? Can you genuinely remain indifferent to these people struggling in the floodwaters right before you?"
As Sherlock Hols spoke, he gestured towards the London citizens who were still struggling amidst the floodwaters in the distance.
Hearing those miserable cries and pleas for help, a flicker crossed King Arthur's gaze, and ultimately she couldn't contain herself, turning to the knight beside her to ask, "Kai, my brother, what should I do?"
At this mont, King Arthur did not appear as a sovereign asking her subject, but rather as a young girl seeking help from her brother.
Faced with King Arthur's plea for help, Kai couldn't help but reminisce. Ever since King Arthur had drawn the Sword in the Stone, it had been one thousand and five hundred years since he had seen his sister make such a face.
"How I miss it! It's been so long since you've called brother. Whether you're the king or not, Artoria, do what you want to do. As your brother, I will always stand by you," Kai said to King Arthur, and at the sa ti, he looked back at the other knights. Although they didn't even have eyeballs left, only empty eye sockets, Kai could still feel everyone's unanimous sentint, turned to his sister with a smile, and said, "Even if you're no longer the king, I think everyone would still follow you."
"But... but I don't want to drag everyone into war because of again." Recalling how one thousand and five hundred years ago, her actions had led to Lancelot's misunderstanding and betrayal, which caused the Knights of the Round Table to splinter, and later Mordred's revolt while she was pursuing Lancelot, culminating in the Battle of Calot where almost all of the knights perished, King Arthur no longer wanted these knights who had been loyal to her to bleed and sacrifice for her—especially now that they had no blood left to shed.
However, the knights obviously didn't think so.
From behind Kai, Gaowen, representing all the knights, stepped forward to King Arthur and knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty, every knight of the Knights of the Round Table followed you not because you were the king, but because the king was you. Even if you are no longer the monarch, we are willing to follow you forever. Your will is the direction we advance toward."
Following Gaowen's words, all the knights once again knelt before the king, silently expressing their will.
"Gaowen! Everyone!" Looking at the knights before her, who remained loyal followers even in death, King Arthur's eyes finally changed, she drew Excalibur from her waist, and just as she had one thousand and five hundred years ago, she cried out loudly, "Knights of the Round Table! Charge with !"
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