After confirming that the future King was Arthur, the coronation ceremony was soon to be held.

An unknown boy actually pulled out the Wang Jian. For a time, the whole country was talking about it.

Compared to the civilians who were happy to confirm that Arthur was God's chosen King, the nobles were not in such a good mood. They were angry and hesitant.

A country boy without any noble blood was going to take over the Uther Of Silla's throne. Even if he was recognized by the Merlin, most of the nobles still had a doubtful attitude and did not recognize Arthur's identity.

On the day of Whitsun Day, even if they were not optimistic about the future King, many nobles still attended the ceremony to understand what kind of person the ruler was.

The young King wore a dark blue cloak and walked towards the altar under the warm sunshine. He held the sword with both hands and looked solemn. Just a glance at the crowd around him was enough to convince them.

No one was more suitable than him to be the King of Great Britain.

The noisy discussion quietly quieted down. They looked at the new King on the stage in disbelief. Different from what they imagined, King Arthur, who grew up in the countryside, was modest and courteous. He seemed to have a noble blood more than anyone else.

Today's weather was very good.

In the rainy island country, the continuous haze finally cleared up, as if deliberately preparing for the King's ceremony. There were no clouds for thousands of miles and the blue sky was dazzling.

Enkidu stood beside the altar. He wore a white hoodie that covered his long green hair and most of his face. Beside him was the Flower Magician who was admired by the whole country. As a guest invited by the Merlin, he was qualified to stand in an important position.

The green eyes hidden in the shadow of the clothes reflected the blonde King. He clearly recognized that after taking on the responsibility, Gozhu had changed.

But no matter what, Enki still had the mentality of wishing his master well. He sincerely hoped that his master could get the future he wanted.

After placing the stone sword on the altar, the young King half-knelt and made the standard Knights salute.

His head was slightly lowered, waiting for the Uther Of Silla's teacher to speak.

"Before you became a king, you were a qualified Knight."

Merlin's voice had an indescribable tenderness.

Merlin knew that Arthur couldn't become an official Knight because he was too young.

"I'm glad to hear that."

A smile appeared on Wang Qingzheng's face as he was able to obtain his teacher's approval. It was no longer a childish smile, but a restrained one. It was as clear and gentle as the vast sky.

"Then, are you willing to accept this crown?

After becoming the king, you have to be responsible for this country and be an upright ruler. "

He had already asked similar questions when the other party pulled out his sword.

But this time, it was not a question but a confirmation. They all knew that at this point, there was no turning back.

There was a moment of silence in the air. Everyone's eyes didn't leave the person on the stage. Even if some of the nobles were laughing at the countryside commoner for using flowery words to obtain the throne, they held their breaths and carefully watched the king's attitude.

Arthur was deep in thought. All the laughter in the past was leaving him. The throne was precious to others, but he had to fulfill his duty. No one would understand the pain and determination of a king who could only bear the burden of the destruction of a country.

"Yes, I am willing to accept.

From now on, I will rule this country according to the standards of the Knights. I swear that my life will be open and aboveboard, and this country will never have a sunset. "

Merlin held the crown with both hands and gently placed it on King Arthur's head. The crown, which took years to make, fit unexpectedly well, as if it was specially made for Arthur. It made the people believe that the new king was the chosen one who saved Great Britain.

After receiving Merlin's approval, it was time for the bishops to give their blessings. Every bishop believed that King Arthur was the most suitable king.

Sincere blessings were blurted out one after another. This was a treatment that no other king had received.

King Arthur looked indifferent and returned each bishop's greeting with a courteous smile.

Then, he had to walk down the steps for the people in the church to see the king's face. This was also an extremely rare opportunity for the people to get close to the king.

After taking a few steps, King Arthur suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His smile gradually became more sincere.

"What I need most is your blessings, my friend."

Enkidu's magic attire to hide his identity lost its effect in an instant.

The Red Dragon of Great Britain relied on his sharp intuition. Rather than intuition, it was better to admit that it was the familiar aura from being together for a long time that allowed Arthur to recognize Enkidu's identity.

It was not that Arthur was not disappointed by his friend who had not agreed to attend the ceremony the day before.

In fact, Enkidu was only silent and did not give an answer.

Because, in Arthur's view, it was a silent rejection.

If he wanted to forcibly invite Enkidu over, it was not impossible. After all, he still had three command spells on the back of his hand that could command servants. But Arthur had made a decision a long time ago that he would not use any command spells to bind Enkidu.

When he noticed Enkidu's presence, he seemed to be relieved, and all the depression and confusion dissipated.

He hoped to get Enkidu's approval.

Through the outerwear that blocked most of the view, where everyone could not see, light green and lake green blended. Even if most people began to talk noisily because of the king's stop, King Arthur still stubbornly waited for an answer.

"It's really …"

When was the last time he experienced this kind of helplessness?

Perhaps it was after he left his best friend who also liked to make trouble for others.

His clothes were pulled up, and he could clearly see Gozhu's expression was full of hope. It was really difficult to refuse.

Enkidu did not think of refusing.

But this time, it was not as a "weapon", but from the perspective of a friend. If Gozhu wished so, then he would fulfill his wish. No matter how difficult it was, he would try his best to achieve it.

"May you become a great king, my friend."

[Miracles have a price to pay.]

Enkidu recalled the day when he was invited by Merlin to participate in the coronation ceremony. The magician's cold words with his clear voice.

[No matter who pays the price, there will always be someone who will make a deal. The only change is the size of the price.]

Becoming a great king, was it a miracle?

Enkidu shook his head in his heart.

No, it was not a miracle.

The real miracle was to change a country that was destined to perish, to free the ruler of a fallen country who bore a heavy burden of sin from his fate.

"May your country last forever."

Although he stared at the brilliant light blooming in the king's eyes, the scene in front of him was not the same.

It was a blood-red sunset.

The sunset spread over the hills, and it was impossible to tell which side was the sky and which side was the ground. The ground was already stained with blood, and there was only one color left in the world.

Because there were too many corpses, if one breathed, it would be filled with the thick and suffocating smell of blood.

On the battlefield, it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe.

But it did not matter anymore. No one was alive, and the difference between the traitor and the guardian was not that important.

The blonde youth breathed heavily. His face and body were covered with large and small wounds that constantly seeped through the armor.

At this rate of bleeding, even if there was no terrifying opponent, he would die from excessive blood loss.

"Arthur …"

A low and hoarse voice sounded behind the youth. A man wearing a helmet slowly walked towards the heavily injured but still handsome figure. As the distance got closer, the image became more and more blurred.

Without a complete contact with Wang Jian, Enkidu received very little information.

He did not even know the specific identity of the "traitor".

The current Arthur was valiant and full of vitality. It was a far cry from the sorry figure in the illusion.

He was satisfied with his friend's answer and regained the calm of a king. He continued to walk down the steps and accept the cheers of others. Enkidu slightly raised the corner of his mouth. For the first time, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes that rarely fluctuated.

For the first time, he wanted to follow his own wishes and let the other party maintain the status quo and not change towards the end.

This mentality was similar to the irritation that arose when he was ordered by God to watch the Sky Bull wreak havoc everywhere and not help Jill.

He betrayed God and died of exhaustion under God's curse. Enkidu had never regretted it. But his own will was strong enough to distort his essence, which meant that he was getting closer and closer to a human.

A "weapon" could not become a human.

If he became a human, the only fate waiting for the weapon was to rust and break.

Enkidu did not want to become a "human".

Therefore, when Arthur invited him to participate in the coronation ceremony, Enkidu did not intend to participate.

Perhaps, he did not want to let himself become even more out of control.

If he did not meet that strange magician …

"Ah, you finally feel a little like a king."

The Son of Nightmare, who had retreated from the altar, sighed in Enkidu's ear.

He seemed to be very satisfied with Arthur's current appearance.

As for the once well-behaved disciple full of human emotions, it was already a thing of the past.

"I liked the previous Gozhu more."

Enkidu quietly distanced himself from the approaching Merlin. Maybe it was because magicians liked beautiful things, he was always interested in Enkidu.

"You and I are both monsters. Liking this kind of emotion is just a more ordinary disguise."

Enkidu ignored the sarcasm in Merlin's tone. In front of him, under the crowd, Arthur's figure gradually disappeared. He turned back and said.

"Isn't liking beautiful things also liking?"

"That's right."

Merlin nodded in agreement.

In order to see a beautiful ending, he could even not stop his disciple from walking down a path full of betrayal and tears.

It was not that there was no emotion of liking. The correct word was that there was no humanity.

"If you want to have a miracle, do you really have to pay the price?"

"This is the rule that maintains the world. No one can change it. If you want to reap glory without sowing, even God can't do it."

Behind the glory was often a tragedy. Sadness could not stop it from being dazzling. Only beauty and heaviness could make onlookers happy and moved.

Merlin's tone was very light.