Chapter 1293: Chapter 20: Deprivation and Arrival
She had almost struck every inch of the stone chamber’s walls, yet found nothing that could aid her escape… Lancelot sighed silently and glanced at the Queen, who was resting with closed eyes.
Is there really nothing left to do but conserve strength?
She looked helplessly at the shackles on her body… These were tools designed to restrain power—though they could not suppress the internal strength of the Holy Armor.
By now, the self-repair function of the Holy Armor should nearly be plete… The key is how to unlock the chains on her hands.
And how to deal with Catherine, who wore the Holy Garment: ‘Guinevere’s Repentance.’
The original Round Table Knight, [Lancelot · Du · Lake], once fell into a romantic affair with King Arthur’s Queen Guinevere, which ultimately led to a tragic conclusion as love became a beam of tragedy.
Consequently, King Arthur died during the battle of the sword rack, and the Queen went to the monastery to repent, whereas the original Lancelot never saw his lover again till death.
Legend has it that the Holy Garment ‘Guinevere’s Repentance’ possesses the plete ability to restrain the Holy Armor [Lancelot · Du · Lake] and the power of ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’… It only has this special capability, failing even to match the golden armor of a typical Great Knight.
This was not a deliberate attachment by the creators of the Holy Garment; it was merely the vow made by the original Lancelot to his own Treasured Sword before his death.
—Never harm anything of Guinevere.
This evolved into the situation where ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’ could not attack the Holy Garment ‘Guinevere’s Repentance’, thus deemed as plete restraint.
Yet, the Holy Garment vanished along with Guinevere’s death in the monastery, despite the successive generations of Knight Agency descendants who have tirelessly sought clues of this legendary Holy Garment but found none.
Why would it appear in the hands of the ‘Doomsday Myth’?
This question haunted Lancelot endlessly… Her patibility with [Lancelot · Du · Lake] was extremely high, almost the strongest among the current Round Table Knights capable of unleashing the greatest power of the Holy Armor… However, besides this, her physical abilities paled in parison to The Clown, and her swordsmanship could not rival Gareth’s.
Every Twelve Round Table Knight has its specialty; only in every aspect is she relatively mediocre…
“Did you rest well, ladies.”
Mid-thought, a voice suddenly echoed from outside the stone chamber… With the door opening, light abruptly intensified as three figures appeared at the entrance.
One among them unmistakably was Catherine, the holder of the Holy Garment… The others were Caesar and Judas.
The seated Queen slowly opened her eyes.
At that moment, Catherine and Judas walked in, advancing directly to Lancelot—her innate power was already shackled, unable to summon the Holy Armor’s strength, especially since Catherine possessed plete restraint; thus, she could only helplessly abandon resistance.
“So obedient.” Catherine chuckled lightly, “I thought you would conjure a rose again.”
Confronted with such sarcasm, Lancelot wished she could dig a hole and bury herself—pretending not to hear, she frowned and asked, “Now that you have abducted the Queen, what do you intend to do?”
No one responded to her query. Caesar merely waved his hand, causing Catherine and Judas to escort Lancelot out of the stone chamber.
Before leaving, Caesar finally glanced at Lancelot, stating indifferently, “We shall meet again later.”
After the two escorted Lancelot away, Caesar leisurely approached Her Majesty the Queen.
Taking out a pocket watch from his clothes to check the time, he said, “It’s now seven thirteen in the evening, Your Majesty the Queen… My apologies for having you spend two hours and seven minutes in such dire surroundings.”
The Queen, however, smiled slightly, responding, “So, aren’t you planning to make up for your apology with dinner?”
“Apologies. Food will be delivered shortly.” Caesar was slightly surprised… This Queen seemed somewhat different from the rumors outside.
Her Majesty the Queen adjusted her sitting posture, “My physical strength has declined considerably over the years, so, Mr. Captor, please allow me to speak while seated.”
“No problem, I will leave soon.” Caesar nodded.
The Queen chuckled, “I was thinking, you would sooner or later e and see me… Planning to reveal the intention behind this abduction and how you’ll deal with me?”
Caesar stayed silent, circling the Queen slowly, only then expressing his demands to the Knight Agency and the British Government.
Upon hearing she would be publicly executed, Her Majesty the Queen barely furrowed her brow, but managed to conceal it well, jokingly remarking, “Seems like apart from being the longest-reigning queen, I may also hold the title of the first queen publicly executed in modern times? I have so many titles, perhaps no space for them on my tombstone.”
“I’m curious, you don’t seem afraid at all.” Caesar observed, “Is it your confidence in the government’s information or in the Knight Agency assuring your rescue?”
The Queen laughed softly, “At my age, in the ing years, sudden departure from this world on any day wouldn’t be surprising… Can I ask you a question?”
“Ask away.” Caesar nodded, “You have the right to, Your Majesty the Queen.”
The Queen looked up, “Why do you seek the independence of the Northern Ireland region?”
“Because we need a nation.” Caesar replied indifferently.
“What do you need a nation for?” The Queen continued to ask.
“To survive.”
“Is there no soil for your survival?”
“On those soils exist captors, brutal killers, oppressive bullies over us.”
“Is that why you resort to such radical methods?”
“Therefore, we resorted to this desperate measure.”
“If you truly gain independence, what do you plan to do next?”
“We will extend invitations to all our kind worldwide, allowing them to live freely in this country.”
“There may still be wars ing.”
“We aren’t afraid of war, having seen too much blood.”
“Sir, do you have children?”
“Yes.”
“For your children too?”
“Indeed.”
“I wish you success.”
“We will succeed.”
…
Still a stone-built prison—yet this is not merely a cell meant for containment but a place laden with torture devices.
Here, Lancelot’s hands were shackled and suspended by chains from the ceiling, leaving her near to standing or tiptoeing… Catherine watched her mischievously.
“Did you ever imagine, as an esteemed Round Table Knight, you’d be treated like this one day?” Catherine lightly pinched Lancelot’s chin, smiling as she asked.
“Plan to interrogate me?” Lancelot said coldly.
“Interrogate you for what?” Catherine suddenly squinted her eyes, “Wouldn’t it be more interesting to do something else to you instead?”
As she spoke, in the moment of Lancelot’s astonishment, Catherine directly kissed her on the lips… Her cheeks were pinched, her lips could only open, allowing the other’s tongue to invade her mouth wantonly.
At the moment of being violated, the Female Knight was almost in a state of shock—when the sensation brought by that soft object inside her began spreading from her cerebral cortex, like a slight paralysis, only then did she remember she should resist!
But, at the moment of angrily trying to bite the other’s tongue, Catherine had already let go and backed away.
A crystal thread extended between the two of them, dragging and then breaking.
Ms. Catherine playfully smiled and said, “Truly an inexperienced kissing skill… I checked your profile, 25 years old and have you not been with a man? Do you want to remain as pure as the Holy Maiden?”
“What did you feed me?!” Lancelot could only feel something sliding down her throat… something forcefully inserted into her mouth during the invasion.
“A parasitic marking worm, a filthy thing researched by an Oriental magician family over the past half-century… As for its effects, you’ll find out soon enough.”
As she spoke, in Lancelot’s great alarm, Catherine rather rudely tore open her collar… The white shirt collar was torn down to her chest, buttons bouncing to the ground.
Her white shirt was finally pletely torn open, revealing a body left only in undergarments… Her high chest and well-exercised, clearly contoured abs were exposed.
Catherine’s finger pointed at Lancelot’s throat, sliding down slowly from there, “I’ve heard, even those who have inherited from the Round Table Knights can’t always fully unleash the heritage power… Generally, they only reach the initial fusion stage, unable to pletely merge with the Holy Armor, needing to wear at least parts of the Holy Armor to activate its capabilities. Only those reaching the second stage can achieve ‘integration’, at which point, the Holy Armor and the knight’s body bee one, not peeling off unless they die.”
The finger finally stopped on Lancelot’s abdomen.
At that moment, Lancelot suddenly felt a violent twisting pain emanate from her abdomen… The intensity of this pain even caused her to break into a cold sweat.
Her breathing accelerated… she wanted to cry out in pain.
“It seems to be starting to take effect.” Catherine squinted her eyes at this moment, “The Holy Seal of the Twelve Round Table, [Lancelot·Du·Lake].”
From Lancelot’s abdomen, a golden marking slowly surfaced on her skin.
“This… this is your plan…” Lancelot gritted through the pain, “To strip away my… power?”
“It’s only the beginning.” Catherine smiled.
She did not proceed further with Lancelot but instead slowly backed away—to the door.
When the stone chamber’s door opened, outside the door… Caesar arrived.
Caesar glanced at the situation inside the stone chamber and directly asked, “Are you ready?”
Catherine crossed her arms, gently hugging Caesar’s neck, leaning her body towards him, blinking and asking, “How do you plan to reward me?”
“Do you plan to marry me?” Caesar suddenly asked.
“What?” Catherine was suddenly startled.
In the moment of zoning out, Caesar released her hand and directly walked over to Lancelot… At this moment Catherine’s face showed a burst of joy, following up, “The effect of the marking worm is quite nice, it seems this Oriental magician family does have some skills… The Holy Seal, it looks like it will soon temporarily peel off her.”
Feeling the gaze of this man on her, Lancelot shuddered… the look in this man’s eyes seemed desolate.
“Are you… their leader?” Lancelot weakly asked… Each second of the Holy Seal being stripped away was excruciating.
“I am called Caesar.” Caesar said slowly, “But in your files, maybe only the name [Oberon] exists.”
“Caesar?” Lancelot frowned.
Catherine laughed, “To be precise, Caesar Kaiser… Julius Caesar and the legendary witch Morgan le Fay bore the offspring, the King of Fairies [Oberon’s] descendant.”
“Legendary witch, Morgan…” Lancelot’s face showed a hint of terror, “Could it be…”
“Just as you imagined, the man your Knight Agency originally called the King, the half-sister sorceress Morgan… So strictly speaking, he also has a portion of King Arthur’s lineage in him.”
As she spoke, Catherine helped Caesar off with his coat.
“How could this be…” Lancelot was greatly shocked.
Catherine sneered, “Now you know why we needed to strip the Holy Seal from you?”
Caesar directly extended his hand, pressing in front of Lancelot’s abdomen, “The power of [Lancelot·Du·Lake] is now mine temporarily.”
The pain when the Holy Seal started to peel off was ten times stronger than the marking worm’s effects… The pain broke down her nerves, shattered her tolerance, and the fear of the Holy Seal being taken finally made her let out a piercing cry.
For a whole half hour.
The stone chamber was filled with such screams.
When the Holy Seal representing the power of [Lancelot·Du·Lake] appeared on Caesar’s hand, Lancelot was already nearly in a state of collapse… Her body hung naturally, and from the pain, saliva began to trickle from the corner of her mouth.
Caesar looked at the hand now holding the Holy Seal, then gently clenched his fist… A gray-black light instantaneously enveloped his entire body.
The dark gray armor faintly emitted a dark purple glow… When the ‘Lake Light the Indestructible’ also appeared in Caesar’s hand, Lancelot finally lost consciousness, fainting in weakness.
Ignoring Lancelot’s current state, Catherine was concerned as she watched Caesar, urgently asking, “How is it?”
“The third stage of ‘integration’ is still a bit forced, but it’s enough.”
Caesar dismissed the Holy Armor on his body, put his coat back on, glanced expressionlessly at the unconscious Lancelot, and said indifferently, “Take her back to Her Majesty the Queen, and also send her some food.”
“You’re still too kind…” Catherine shook her head.
…
…
Fog Capital, Knight Agency… Sir Pukins’ Manor.
On the lawn in the manor.
The strong wind bent down the grass, the shadow and sound of spiraling algae was enormous… At this moment, a helicopter was slowly descending, and in the sky, several other helicopters were preparing to land.
An elder, with the support of two attendants, slowly walked from the helicopter,
At this time, Knight Gareth, who had been waiting here for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward to greet this elder—the elder was evidently the person in charge of the Birmingham Knight Agency.
Meanwhile, behind the elder was a burly man with a beard. Gareth also greeted him, “Tristan, it’s been a few months… Your beard is still as magnificent as ever.”
“Cut it out.” The man with the beard… Tristan, one of the Twelve Knights, glared.
In his hand, he was carrying a black box, the box even handcuffed to Tristan’s wrist.
Looking at this box, Gareth squinted slightly, “Keys…”
He then looked at the other descending helicopters, each carrying other Knight Agency leaders, responsible for transporting the other sets of ‘keys’ as well.
Only by gathering the ‘keys’ from various Knight Agencies could the secret chamber containing the [Holy Grail] be opened…
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