Prologue: The eve of the eternal order of fate

"It's so bad, isn't it?"

Blood flowed down from the forehead, dyeing the perspective of the left eye red, and his arms were heavy due to long-term combat. The blonde young man stood on the high slope made of corpses and smiled softly.

In front of him, under the sea of ​​corpses and blood, were dozens of knights and countless soldiers.

"Ahhh, but, it's also very interesting?"

The tone was so happy that it seemed as if I had found some interesting toy, not like what a dying person said.

His eyes were like a child who had found an interesting toy, hot and clear.

This not only scared the rebels who besieged him.

"monster"

How can there be such a person?!

From the start of the war to now, more than a thousand people have died under his giant sword waving with one hand. The sword that was supposed to be held in both hands was as fast as a dagger in his hand. This guy killed the siege through the siege and killed from the periphery of the battlefield to this position close to the center. He did this terrifying thing with his own strength alone!

This guy who was not trusted by King Arthur almost killed King Arthur at this moment!

Can Lancelot do such a thing? Even if he can, he will no longer have the combat power, right?

The rebel commander couldn't help but look at the young man who was still planning to fight and still holding his sword high.

"Put down your sword, Rodrit Salticus, you are not a knight of the round table, why die here in battle?"

Yes, he is not the knight of King Arthur. He is not recognized by King Arthur.

Although I don't understand what happened, I have to say that if King Arthur was willing to trust this person, even if he gave him an army of thousands of people, her situation today would not be so bad, right?

Why didn't she trust this guy? No, this also proves that that guy has no one's emotions?

The commander of the rebels, the son of King Arthur, should be his daughter, and Mordred became even more distorted at this moment.

Why

"Surrender! Rodrit!!"

She roared, raised her sword and pointed to the battlefield not far behind her.

There, King Arthur was still fighting, but he had no power to turn the world back.

This rebellion is destined to be successful.

Here, on the battlefield of the sword railing, King Arthur without scabbards was destined to be unable to save anything, and she and her empire would be destroyed here.

"Look at your king! She is no longer able to do it!"

She didn't understand why this man, the persistent knights who refused to betray him, had to surround King Arthur, and beside the guy who didn't understand feelings. She was not a human being!?

Why must it be her!! Not yourself!!

"Shut up! Mordred!"

Rodrit held up his sword, the giant sword that no one knew its origin and had never been talked about by Rodrit.

"Do you know the name of this sword?"

But in the end, he finally said it.

"This is not a goblin's weapon."

Yes, that sword is rough and not delicate.

"It was not forged by fairies in the lake or the like."

The weapons of the fairy in the lake belong to King Arthur and Lancelot

"This is my sword."

So, what kind of sword is this?

Rodrit strides towards the battlefield, holding up the weapon that had long been stained with blood.

"The Great Knight's Declaration Sword!!"

The sword is a simple cross shape, without any gorgeous decorations, and no precious metal is embedded on it. Only two short inscriptions are engraved on both sides of the sword body.

Rodrit has appeared since King Arthur got the sword in the stone, and until now, the only one who has been using it is this sword.

No matter how luxurious other knights use to demonstrate their virtues, no matter how brilliant or powerful other swords are, he just uses this sword, no matter how many times it is almost cut off by a sharp blade and shattered by a battle axe.

He just used this sword and rushed beside King Arthur and never retreated.

Then, never lost.

He was seriously injured and on the verge of death. He faced the extreme pain many times, and his scars were no longer counted. The abyss of death had been on the verge of countless times. He walked foolishly on his own path. The thorns of fate pierced him all over his body, making his blood covered the road.

But he never failed.

But he will always win.

No matter how troublesome the situation is, no matter how fierce the battle is, no matter how much it is, there is only one final result.

He won.

That is the highest result above everything else. It is the highest reward for Rodrit's struggle to this day. It is something flowing from Rodrit's body and the roots.

Its name is victory.

If you give the name of this thing to the sword in your hand, then this sword will be born.

"Singing glory and pledging victory."

The sword blade rolled up the magical storm, and the blood-stained silver knight showed a trembling look in the center of the storm.

It was the cold and fanatical eyes, the color of ice and fire.

But even with such a beautiful color, the price of immersing itself in it is only death.

"Stubborn!!"

Mordred closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, all that was filled with anger.

She had already become murderous about Rodrit.

She was damned by this helmet, disturbed the situation of the battle, and was determined to kill the guy who still refused to give up.

"The last one! Rodrit! Are you still going to be an enemy of me?!"

She raised her sword and began to sprint.

She fully understood that the only possibility of killing this guy was herself.

It's no longer possible to rely on quantity.

However, before that, she wanted to do the final futility.

“Unrecognized round table!!”

"Too much nonsense!! Mordred!!"

Futility is destined to be futile.

The ice-like gaze of the knight in the silver armor and blue robe had already looked at him, and all the eyes were murderous intent.

“!!”

In just a moment, Rodrit's riot magic power rushed to this side with the slash of the giant sword, tearing all the soldiers who had not had time to dodge along the way into pieces, and then the remaining momentum hit Mordred, who was speeding up.

In just a moment, Mordred's armor had broken through several cracks.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Then, in the next moment, the violent storm had rushed in front of him.

"Um!!!"

Without any room for dodging, Mordred could only grit his teeth and raise the sword, and seize the terrifying sword. But even though the tiger's mouth had burst, the sword was still not something that could be resisted in a hurry.

Under this heavy blow, Mordred's own sword was pressed into his shoulder armor and cut into his flesh and blood.

Following the cracks in the armor, a blood fountain gushed out instantly.

‘If this attack is not blocked with a sword, remove it onto the shoulder armor’

In just a moment, Mordred already felt the proximity of death.

‘So strong!’

Even though I had heard of Rodrit's bravery for a long time, it was still the first time that the frontal battle was! It was completely different from the Knight of the Round Table that I killed before and Gavin!

Even this combat power is above the king!

"Um!!"

The continuous slashes have no gaps at all, and are simply wild and rough like a storm. This is a completely unreasonable tactic of putting the enemy under its own rhythm.

“!!!”

Mars splashed in the interlacing of sword blades, and the agitated magic turned into a fantasy color under the rendering of the atmosphere.
To be continued...