C11 Artistic to Sudden(part I)

Arthur searched around the base for a long time as he fearfully passed through the long and deep steel corridors.

Along the way, there were many patrolling knights. They watched indifferently as this lowly servant youth walked past without a care in the world. If it was a normal person seeing a servant passing through a forbidden area like the base, the Knights would have stopped Arthur and interrogated him.

Maybe he was being paranoid? In Arthur's eyes, these Knights who passed by him looked at him strangely, as if they were all ridiculing him.

How many people had actually seen the battles he'd gone through in the simulation training room? How many people had mocked his stupid behavior and his clumsy fighting? He felt ashamed just thinking about it.

He shook his head, trying to put these thoughts aside. Perhaps things were not as bad as he had imagined. The teenager avoided the patrolling knights as much as possible. After a lot of effort, he finally managed to find his way back to his dorm room.

"Arthur, you're finally back?" Once he entered, Golden Haired Boy Lancelot turned around and looked at Arthur, and asked worriedly, "Do you know that Richard is looking for you everywhere like crazy?!" "

"I don't want to worry about him for the time being." "If he comes, tell him to speak to his father." I've had enough of messing around with them, father and son. "

"Huh?" What are you talking about? Do you really think that a nobody like you will have the chance to be received by the leader of the Order? "Lancelot wanted to tease Arthur, but when he turned around, he saw that the young man had already fallen asleep.

Even so, Lancelot still complained to the slumbering Arthur: "You always treat other people's words like wind in your ears. Why would I be friends with someone as arrogant as you? "

Although he said it like that, the scene when he first met Arthur constantly flashed by in Lancelot's mind. At that time, the youth in the slums was looking at the Golden Haired Boy from a noble family with unswerving determination. Arthur's pair of bright and lively black eyes could leave a deep impression on anyone's mind. The eyes seemed to glow, whether they were flames of anger or something else.

Viscount Richard would buy such a thin and weak slave like Arthur back from a slave trader. Perhaps, this was related to his bright and lively eyes?

At the other end of the world, in the endless darkness.

The woman sat quietly on her throne, her eyes shining with a strange red light.

Darkness had begun to form. "Soon the balance of the world will be broken." When the light of the world becomes the brightest, our dark Forsaken will engulf the entire world. "

"Come here, you who have inherited the barrier." The place where the sun rises is where you really shine. The end of the world is your grave. "

The gears of fate had already started turning.

At the same time, in a certain village, the fire burned everything.

"Grandpa …!" Lying in a pool of blood, a young man who didn't look human was crying.

The whole world was filled with red.

"Ah!" Arthur woke up with a start, his forehead already covered with beads of sweat.

"Another dream." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. What an ominous dream.

The youth took out his light sword from the headboard and turned the output of the light sword to the minimum. From the metal sword's hilt, a thin, almost harmless beam of red light shot out.

Subconsciously, he reached out to touch the blade of the light sword, then his fingers bounced off it as if they were made contact. The tingling and the slight burning sensation on his fingertips made him, who had been sleeping soundly, wake up instantly.

"Please, don't you have to sleep?" On the other side of the bed, Lancelot who had been awakened from his daze peeked his head out and asked. It was probably because of the noise Arthur made in the middle of the night.

"Can't sleep." "There should be no talent in the Mechanical Warehouse at this time," the teenager said. Why don't you accompany me to practice my swordsmanship? "

"Tomorrow is a holiday, I don't mean that." A sly smile appeared on Lancelot's face. "But is it really okay?" I'll pay for waking me up in the middle of the night. See how I beat you up? "

"Let's go." Arthur jumped off the bed. "I'll beat you at least once today." "

"Stop dreaming." As if you'd never beat me. Golden Haired Boy also jumped off the bed and took out his wooden sword for training.

The next morning.

Arthur was woken up by the sound of knocking. he wondered. It was clearly a holiday today, so there was no need to go and serve Richard, right?

When he opened the door of the dorm, what he saw was not Richard's angry expression, but a skinny Knight. Judging from his epaulettes, he was a Bronze Knight who was in charge of passing down orders.

"One hundred and twenty-second servant, Arthur …" "Kelton," the messenger knight said. "Please come to Conference Room 3 of the Eastern Wing immediately. "

"Got it." Arthur replied.

"What is it?" Did Richard find trouble with you? Don't tell me he's planning to fire you? Lancelot asked worriedly as he crawled out of bed.

"If that's the case." Arthur absent-mindedly answered his roommate. Only he knew the meaning behind those words.