The Legend of Fatality

"Sorry," he said again as she floated towards him. Her feet were hanging an inch above the ground. His hands were trembling, and he held Galamont's sword in front of him.

"Her death is a condemnation of your conscience." An empty and familiar voice said.

"Father?" Charlie asked, looking around

His surroundings changed again, and he found himself standing in the catacombs below the family castle. His father was wearing a robe for the funeral, standing motionless, staring at him with cold, rigid eyes. His skin is gray.

"That poor and restless soul is lost between the two worlds because of you," said Charlie's father, the former owner of Aquitaine.

"She is poisoning you, father." Charlie said. "My brother discovered this, he ... she died in an accident."

"Nice portrait," his father said, looking down at the stone sarcophagus, which contained his own remains. The top of the marble is elaborately made to look like his father was in his prime, strong and arrogant, with his arms crossed on the broad armor chest. "She did what she thought was best for her and you. She should not be treated so cruelly."

"It's not my fault, father." Charlie said.

"You are not my son." His father's tone began to become intense. "No longer. I only have one son, a proud son, and you ruined him. If I were not so weak, I would strangle you as soon as I was born, you and the witch mother. By the way your mother was burnt to death in a raging fire. Her dirty bloodline destroyed Aquitaine. "

"No," Charlie shouted sadly.

"If you have the courage yourself, you will end your life," his father continued. "But you are a timid and cowardly guy, and you can't even do this."

"Father, please." Charlie begged.

His environment has changed again. He stood outside the ruins of Aquitaine Castle, and now only the shadows of hundreds of knights and peasants stood in the ruins, looking at him alone. They were as ethereal as fog, and their eyes were full of accusing eyes.

"They all died because of you," came the voice of his father. "If you do your duty here, they will still be alive."

"I had to do this," Charlie said weakly.

"You swear to protect them. Your position is here."

The two figures squeezed from the restless crowd, and Charlie felt his heart pounding wildly.

A thin teenager, almost a boy, led a man with broad chest to him. The young man had curly hair shoulder-to-shoulder, dressed in aristocratic luxurious clothing. His face has an honest and frank expression, and there are some freckles on his nose and cheeks. The older man had a thick, graying beard and covered his eyes with a scarf.

This boy is Charlie's heir, his nephew Orlando, when he put down his duties and began to find the answer, he appointed him as an agent. The last time he saw him, he was a child. The older one was Baron Bloom, who vowed to take care of Orlando while Charlie was away. They were all killed on a **** night, which witnessed the destruction of Aquitaine Castle to the ground.

"You never came back." Orlando said. His voice was hollow, as if all the joy and laughter of his youth had been absorbed. "You should be here."

"I'm very sorry," Charlie said. "I never thought such a thing would happen."

"Boy, your empty clichés are meaningless here," Baron Bloom said in his low voice. "This boy is innocent. His blood stains your hands."

Charlie closed his eyes in despair, feeling the weight of guilt pressing on him. When he opened his eyes, the surrounding environment changed again.

He stood in a medical tent, surrounded by dead and dying people. On the table in front of him lies the body of a grey-haired knight. His armor was torn in dozens of places, and the worn chain armor hung on the torn place. The broken spear protruded from his body, and an axe was still deeply embedded in the flesh of his hip.

"Gunther." Charlie said, staring down at the bodies of his elderly weapons master and friends.

To him, Gunther is more like a father than his father. The guilt of Gunther's death still afflicted him.

It is foolish that when Charlie was a young Ranger, he was involved in the fanatical challenge of Lorwick from Gloucester. Lorwick used his power to pick a warrior as his agent. He chose Ganeron, a brutal knight who had never been defeated. Charlie knew that he would never win, and because of what is now shameful for Charlie, he did not choose to replace himself as the brother of the best swordsman in Burtania. But Gunther came forward as his warrior. Although he killed Ganeron, he was fatally injured in the process.

Gunther's lifeless head tilted to the side and his eyes flicked open.

"I died to let you live, Charlie," he said, "but all you bring to your family is shame."

Shameful tears poured into Charlie's eyes.

"Sorry," Charlie said.

For a moment, he stood on an island surrounded by fog. He could hear the roar of the sea, flapping the rocks near the coast. The bodies of knights and slave warriors were scattered on the pebbly beach.

A man walked out of this battlefield; a tall and proud knight strode towards Calder. Behind him was a noble blue cloak, and the blue cloak was set with silver edges. He was wearing gorgeous armor and a tall unicorn hat with candles around him. None of them are lit.

"Garamont," he said.

"He is the best person, the most knightly, the most noble paladin." A voice behind him said ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ He doesn't need to look back to know who is talking; he heard the blindfold The veiled lady's voice, that unique triple voice. "He is my lover and partner, he died meaninglessly."

"He died gloriously." Charlie said, eyes fixed on the silent Holy Grail Knight, and walked steadily towards him.

"There is nothing glorious about death," said the veiled lady. "We were born alone and died alone. Death doesn't care whether we are kind, noble and fair in our short life in this world, or whether we are murdering other people, it doesn't matter. In the end, we are all just dirt on the ground . You said he died noble. This is of no use. He is still dead, and the world has not worsened because of this. His death is meaningless. Nothing has changed. "

"He won't believe this." Charlie retorted.

Galamont stopped in front of Charlie. Charlie knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

The sea roared and seabirds screamed.

"He died because of you, my majesty," said the veiled lady.

"No," Charlie said, shaking his head.

"Think about it, Your Majesty. If you replace Gunther who died in the fields of Gloucester, you will not have a war with the Gloucesters. It should have been like this. It fell under the sword of Garneron. It's you. Olivia will stop poisoning your father, and he will live to see his grandchildren educated under Gunther's teaching. This is action and consequences. "

"Grandson?" Charlie asked.

"Your brother's children." Said the veiled lady. "They will grow strong and proud when they grow up, and their blood will not have any pollution from your mother."

"You can't know this will happen," Charlie said.