Killing an old enemy

Chapter 41

"Hmm..." Lancelot responded in a muffled voice.

But those purple eyes suddenly lit up, and the words he had heard after so many years fell into his ears again, which almost defeated the knight who had never been weak.

He never forgot what it was like the day the other party said this.

He and his former friend Gawain stood in the courtyard of the palace. Gawain, known as the Knight of the Sun, admired the king more than him. As a member of the royal family, Gawain knew the king before Lancelot knew him. His king.

Gao Wen comforted him who was full of anxiety, "Don't be nervous, we all know that you are the most powerful knight, and the king will definitely like you."

But Lancelot didn't think so, he looked at the flowers, plants and shrubs around him with worry, his purple eyes were dim.

—until he met the King of Great Britain.

When the king and the honored queen appeared together, Lancelot looked up inadvertently, and then he saw the king he had sworn to give his sword in this life.

He would never forget the sight of the king on the steps looking at him, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his head up into his eyes.

Lancelot was pinned in place by an unknown force, his hand involuntarily clutched the hilt of his sword, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

The King of Great Britain's gaze is gentle, and there is a kind of indisputable aura about him that people can't help but follow.

In such a clear sky and full of greenery in the afternoon, that blond hair seemed to be the brightest ray of sunshine, and the King of Knights, who was between youth and teenager, set off the queen who was known as "the most beautiful woman in all of Great Britain" beside him. Guinevia was all dimmed, leaving only that one person, the bright outline of this one person.

Then Lancelot heard him say before him, "You are the most chivalrous knight, Lancelot."

—he was approved.

Lancelot felt that his life was brightened, and the weak flame in his heart suddenly rose up, touching his heart tenderly.

But for some reason, he chose to raise his head, met that gaze, and then he found... Wang's eyes.

Lancelot regretted his actions more than once. During the sleepless night before he decided to go to the execution ground to rescue the queen, he thought over and over again about another direction in front of the mysterious and unpredictable stars.

... If it wasn't like this, maybe in the end he wouldn't go on that road of no return.

What kind of eyes are those? They are so impartial, biased, and almost divine. Everyone who sees these blue eyes will think that this is a wise king with strong national power and good governance of the people. Ling Lan After many years, Sloter can't forget it, and can recall it.

In an instant, Lancelot's flame was extinguished, and he was cold all over.

He understood that his king did not understand people's hearts.

In his view, the knights guarded the land of Great Britain just like him, and he only had eyes for his land and people, but it was clearly King Arthur who was loyal to Lancelot from the beginning to the end, but he never There is no distinction.

I really want to... really want him to...

Even if he just understands a little bit, he just notices Lancelot's eyes looking at his back.

Standing in front of him was Caesar, but Lancelot knew that he was also his own king.

The king looked at him, and his voice said again, "Lancelot, you are always watching the back of the king, if possible, meet in Chaldea one day, don't try to escape and blindly admit your mistakes, please try to be together Let's fight for our common Master."

Lancelot suddenly looked at Caesar, his eyes widened in disbelief at the deep meaning contained in his words.

"My king... you..." Did you notice me?

Caesar felt it was funny, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest. There was no heart beating there, but he knew what Arthur meant.

Well, he'll talk.

"...As a former knight of the round table, you are really stupid." Caesar recalled the scenes seen in the cg, which were some experiences explained from the perspective of King Arthur.

And Lancelot's figure constituted an important part, such a gentle and peaceful gaze, no one could ignore it.

"Arthur has noticed your existence, you are special, Lancelot."

"..." Lancelot lost his voice.

The part of my heart that was stained black gradually became shallower.

His king... is that so...?

"More than that, the king remembers every knight of the round table clearly, and after becoming a heroic spirit, he began to seriously understand what you mean."

Caesar tried his best to reach out to touch the 1.9-meter Lancelot's cheek, and then awkwardly wiped away the splashed water on his face.

The knight didn't shed tears, he was just a little embarrassed, but after being wet by the rain, he was like a blind man who didn't know he was crying, giving people a sense of confusion and sadness, especially at the moment when the weather was gloomy, the air was humid, amplifies the feeling.

It wasn't until the water on Lancelot's face disappeared that Caesar withdrew his hand, showing some satisfaction, and emphasized:

"Yu Ke didn't make you cry. If you still have any dissatisfaction in your heart and want to speak out, you can answer the call of that little girl when you return to the Seat of Heroes."

He was referring to the savior of Chaldea, the lord recognized by these heroic spirits—Fujimaru Tachika.

Caesar once accompanied her to other worlds, that is, in Chaldea, where he met Arthur Pendoragon. If Lancelot has anything to say, why not go to Chaldea and put the words at that time , Bravely ask the other party's true thoughts.

"Aren't you—"

Before Lancelot finished speaking, Caesar stopped him.

"Don't say such things to Yu, you should

Save it for those who should hear it. "

"..."

"Actually, you have already reconciled, it's just that you avoided him unilaterally." Caesar said, "Knight, don't let him wait for you."

Understanding what he meant, the gloom in the knight's eyes disappeared like a tide, and he even seemed a little embarrassed by his performance.

"Thank you, my king." Lancelot whispered, his voice still a little hoarse, "No... Caesar."

Caesar was slightly surprised when he called out the name of the monarch of the Hittite Empire.

It's different because it's the first time he's called him that.

"Why is it called Yu this time?"

After not being called my king, Caesar was still not used to it.

Lancelot smiled softly, avoiding the question, "It's because of this that the Pharaoh will regard you as his old enemy."

"..."

Caesar didn't know why he brought up Osmandis, but now he didn't feel bad about him, so he acquiesced to this statement.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," he continued, smiling again, "Cesar, you are right, I am the stupidest of the Knights of the Round Table."

When he said this, Caesar became uncomfortable instead, and subconsciously retorted, "I'm sorry, it was Yu who said that, you are not stupid, you are not allowed to say that about yourself."

Lancelot said abruptly, "May I make a request, then?"

"..."

Before Caesar spoke, the knight had already continued, "After this time...be yourself."

You don't need to be the Red Dragon of Great Britain, Karna, the Son of the Sun God, or Mozart, the God of Music...

It would be so selfish to ask him to be them, and that would be fine.

Then, Lancelot stretched out his hand, hesitated, and touched the top of Caesar's head-this was what he wanted to do the most after seeing Caesar. It became a fact, and then he quickly withdrew his hand before he got angry.

Sure enough, although Caesar was a little surprised, he was not angry at his sudden move.

"I'm leaving," Lancelot no longer hesitated this time, his voice became a little relaxed, "see you next time in Chaldea."

His eyes hardened—Morgan had to be beaten.

Caesar nodded, and the knight pursed his lips into a smile. The calm and composed temperament reappeared in his body, just like the knight in the lake who was the most vigorous among the knights of the round table.

The black mist oppressing his heart dissipated, and then he disappeared silently on the lonely and empty streets of Tokyo.

It wasn't until the golden light dissipated that Caesar looked away, stretched out his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, and realized that he was actually laughing along with him.

"..." This is really a strange feeling.

Is it warm?And he is indeed very happy that Lancelot has found a direction at this moment.

If there is any point in his existence as a conceptual nemesis, it probably lies here.

This approach made Caesar feel pretty good—in any case, at least it was much better than using violence before.

Looking at the gorgeous lights in Tokyo, Caesar casually sat down on the steps in front of the convenience store, and reopened the envelope that Salieri handed over to Mozart.

But it wasn't as thick as he imagined, just a thin piece of paper. Just as he was about to read it, the phone in his pocket rang.

"...?" Caesar asked.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the phone number slowly. It was an unknown caller.

For a moment, several names flashed in his mind, was it Chuya, Mori Ogai, or Dazai Osamu?

Or was it one of the two detectives?

Caesar answered the phone, put it next to his ear, and asked bluntly, "Say, who is it?"

It was very quiet on the phone, but the sound of breathing could be heard.

"... Caesar, although I introduced myself last time, I must be fully prepared this time." It was a voice that was not unfamiliar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while, and Caesar couldn't help but frowned. Frowning, "Sorry, I can't come to see you in person."

After the voice fell, the other party couldn't help coughing a few times, obviously not in good health.

But such a light voice made Caesar regain his memory, and he called out his name "Fyodor."

——The Russian who played the piano with him, nearly blowing up Salieri, and still holding on to his heart.

"I think the message over the phone is clearer." Fyodor's voice carried a faint smile.

What is clear, it is obvious that Caesar can read minds, so he chose to communicate by phone instead of face to face.

"Then you made a mistake, Yu can find you immediately."

"I don't doubt that." There were several more coughs, "You are the most suitable person for us I have ever met."

"..."

As if knowing that Nishizawa was going to hang up the phone, Fyodor stopped wasting time and said with a low smile, "This plan will be perfect, and my subordinate Pushkin will definitely bring you an attractive Yokohama concert. "

Pushkin...?

After that, he hung up the phone first, leaving behind Caesar who fell into weird thought after hearing the name.

Because he saw the letter that Salieri wrote to him, the first line was-"Mozart, I have been distracted these days, unable to concentrate on writing, and finally decided to kill me together with the detective before writing the opera the enemy of Pushkin."

Caesar "..."

If he remembers correctly, it is because the writer Pushkin wrote the famous "Mozart and Salieri", and this work was widely spread, which led the world to misunderstand that Salieri was the murderer who killed Mozart. Salieri To become an innocent monster...

And in this world, there is Pushkin? !

Wait, isn't this a grandfather refutation... If it was really that Pushkin, how was Salieri wronged?

"..." Forget it, I don't want to.

The point that needs attention now is that Salieri is about to meet Fyodor again by accident. How should he explain this time? ? ?