No one knew when, but there was a strange sword in the courtyard of the church.

The legendary magician Merlin announced that the one who would draw the sword would be the future king of Great Britain. Countless nobles and Knights were eager to make a move.

Regardless of whether the sword could prove the standard of becoming a king, the sword that symbolized the selection of a king still had great value. Such a sharp and beautiful sword was rarely seen in the hands of other kings.

But no one could succeed.

The golden and blue Wang Jian silently rejected everyone who approached it and quietly waited for its true owner.

The noble came. After several attempts, his well-maintained face turned red, and he sighed and shook his head.

The poor civilians carefully walked into the majestic church, eager to get the permission of the sword to change their fate. Unfortunately, no matter how hard they tried, the sword did not move under the stone.

The eager Knights guessed with each other which of their companions could do it. In the end, they left dejectedly.

Gradually, no one approached the sword. Even though the time of the appearance of the chosen king in Merlin's prophecy was getting closer and closer, the country on the verge of collapse was more convinced of the truth.

Since the king in the prophecy did not appear, it was better to let them choose their own king.

Suddenly, a voice began to spread among the crowd.

Wasn't it better to choose the most powerful Knights as the king to take on the mission of protecting the country than to wait for an illusory certification?

The most outstanding person was chosen as the king of Knights, and the Knights were very much in favor of this idea.

Instead of letting Great Britain have no future and completely disappear in the dust of history, a powerful king was the king this country needed.

As a trainee Knight, Arthur was not qualified to participate in the horse riding battle. He was too young. Even if his shooting skills were excellent and his horsemanship was amazing, in the eyes of others, he was just a fifteen-year-old child.

Arthur held the gun that he brought for his brother Guy and walked silently on the road of the town. Enkidu was beside him, watching the Knights coming and going.

The Knights had a strange look on their faces. They were nervous and excited, because they thought that the king would be born among them.

The fifteen-year-old Arthur had lost most of his youthfulness and became calmer.

The girls in the town also gradually turned their attention to him. Although he had gained a lot of admiration, Arthur did not put his mind on these things.

After handing over the gun that Brother Kai needed, Arthur looked at the Wang Jian that they were preparing for. This kind of competition had been abolished for a period of time, but now it was picked up again in order to select the Knights King. It was obvious that everyone no longer had any hope for the Wang Jian that could become the King as long as they pulled it out.

The gathering place of the Knights was near the church. Before the competition started, they were whispering to each other around the Sword in the Stone, which was still sharp and shiny even though it had been there for a few days. It seemed that most of them were still unwilling to accept the fact that they did not have the qualifications to become a King without drawing their swords.

However, after the battle began, the Knights left the church one after another. Soon, the crowded courtyard became empty, leaving only Arthur and Enkidu in the courtyard.

Enkidu's gaze fell on the Sword in the Stone.

It was indeed a very beautiful weapon. There was no need to sense the aura, just by looking at it, one could see the powerful magic fluctuations.

However, this did not mean that it was qualified to be the King.

Relying on the recognition of the sword was as stupid as relying on strength to select the best Knights to be the King.

While Gozhu was staring at the Knights who were training in the distance, Enkidu slowly walked to the stone platform and placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, countless images flashed through Enkidu's mind.

His light green eyes rippled and he let go of the hilt. He finally understood why this sword was qualified to be the King.

"Do you want to try?

After you pull out this sword, you will be the King of Great Britain. "

Enkidu turned around and a hooded man appeared behind him.

A bright smile hung on the man's handsome face. Enkido looked around and found that he was no longer in the courtyard of the church. His master's figure had also suddenly disappeared. Only the Sword in the Stone that was inserted into the sword seat remained in its original position.

"Because I'm not Gozhu, even the words of advice were omitted?"

Enkidu's voice was calm as he digested the fragmented images in his mind.

Although they had never met, they knew of each other's existence. Enkidu was no stranger to the teacher who taught Arthur every night in his dreams, the legendary magician Merlin.

"Did you see it?"

Merlin did not mind Enkidu's somewhat repulsive attitude. His charming purple eyes flashed with joy. "I thought only the child could see it."

The way to judge was not by the strength of the power, but the tolerance of the King. Only those who were qualified to be the King could see the future and experience the despair of Great Britain. This was his "gift" to Arthur.

The magician did not expect that Enkidu was also qualified to be the King.

In the future, he would know that it was another great King who shared everything with the young man in front of him, including half of the throne, which was recognized by the heavens and earth.

Therefore, Enkidu was not Wang Jian's future master, but he could still pass the test.

"You shouldn't let Gozhu bear it alone …" Enkidu deliberated over his words. He raised his eyebrows, revealing the sharpness of facing an enemy. "The situation in this country is no longer something that Gozhu can solve alone."

Even so, Merlin still followed the established path to mold Arthur into a qualified King, regardless of whether the country was destined to be destroyed or whether Arthur would have a tragic ending.

"Do you want to see?

His choice. "

The magician stood in the depths of the grass and spoke with a smile. However, his eyes had the indifference unique to Nightmares, innocent yet cold and cruel.

Strictly speaking, he was not the Son of Nightmares and naturally did not have many human emotions.

Arthur appeared in Enkidu's sight.

His golden hair flowed with the breeze like flowing golden sand, his lake-green eyes were cautious and determined.

Arthur stood on the rock and took a deep breath.

He could not see Enkidu beside him.

He only had eyes for the sword on the stone pedestal. Without any hesitation, he reached out and grasped the hilt.

“Master？”

Arthur could not hear the call of the Hero Spirit. Under Merlin's magic, the two of them seemed to be in the same place in a different time and space.

He must have seen a future without a happy fate.

Arthur's hand that held the sword trembled with unease and fear.

It was a prophecy about the country's fate that was much more than Enkidu's. It was dark and heavy, and it kept coming at him. As long as he put down the sword, it would end and he would be able to find a peaceful and happy life again.

The King did not listen to the chaotic voice in his heart. He increased the strength in his hand, and the sword that did not move at all, loosened easily.

"As long as you pick up this sword, you will no longer be human."

The magician's voice was both warning and encouraging.

Arthur nodded without turning his head. He responded seriously as if he was listening to his teacher's advice every time. But this time, he chose the opposite direction.

"I understand, teacher."

He knew what he would face when he picked up the sword.

He was ready to contribute to the country.

He had made the decision when he was created. He lived for the happiness of Great Britain. If the country really needed him, then it was not a big deal to return everything he had to it.

The happiness of the people, their smiling faces, were the reason for the existence of the Red Dragon of Great Britain. As a king, his responsibility was to protect them.

After countless days and nights of unease, he felt that he could bear and change. But after seeing this sword, he felt that success was inevitable. Perhaps his fate had already begun to be arranged.

"Even if you pull out the sword, the ending will not change."

The King of Nightmares' voice was mixed with an unknown coldness. His inhuman eyes were filled with faint pity.

"Then, let this country sleep in my hands. Let it sleep peacefully. As for the curses of the fallen king, I cannot leave it to others."

Arthur was ready.

All of his naivety and weakness would be killed on this day. Then, he would step onto a new path. Even if he was the only one on this path, be it alienation, fear, or pain … He would be incomprehensible by everyone, criticized loudly by everyone, betrayed by everyone, until the moment of his death, no, even after his death, he would not regret it.

Wang Jian responded to King Arthur with a cheerful buzz.

The golden sword left the stone pedestal.

There was no joy. Just like that, the young man calmly accepted the beginning of his "fate."

Enkidu placed his palm on his chest.

An unknown emotion welled up from the bottom of his heart.

It was not happiness, nor was it sadness. It was much more complicated than that. Even though the clay figurine tried hard to understand, it still could not understand what he was feeling at this moment.

If he knew that it would be a painful ending …

If he knew that the end would be destruction …

If he had the right to choose …

Then if it was him, could he be like Gozhu, and throw himself into it without hesitation?

Enkidu finally understood. His current mood was like watching a beautiful thing shatter in front of his eyes, unable to change it.

"It seems that he has chosen a very difficult path."

The Flower Magician sighed and turned to look at Enkidu.