"There is blood left over from King Arthur back then..."
"nonsense."
Bai Xi glared at him: "Otherwise, could it be that he picked up and raised the current royal family?"
"What I'm talking about is not the inheritance of human blood, but the more dangerous things - things that are more dangerous and deformed than the blood of gods from the East."
Hermes looked back at her: "You don't think that blood inheritance is only available to Eastern musicians, right? What Western musicians pursue is not illusory experience, inspiration and talent, but something more direct, more direct power. …Including our King Arthur.”
Bai Xi was stunned for a moment and asked, "Isn't he a legendary demigod?"
"'Demigod'? Well, that's right."
Hermes nodded, "Back then, in order to ascend to the position of god as a human body, he forcibly integrated the power beyond the limit into his body, and finally turned himself into... a 'demigod' who was neither human nor ghost. Angelou People say that he was born with the blood of a red dragon, because his blood is hot, boiling, crazy, and different from humans. It is the gift of the fairy in the lake, the almighty wishing Holy Grail! If he wants power, that blood will It gave him strength. He wanted more, and the blood gave him more. At the same time, it also gave him a curse, making him subject to the disease of madness for the rest of his life. In his later years, he drank poison to quench his thirst more and more, and he continued to drink poison. He wanted to have more power, but more power brought more curses, and the curses required more and more powerful power to suppress... This was a vicious cycle caused by greed. The result was the collapse of his sanity and the beginning of madness. .”
He chewed the sweetness remaining in his mouth and narrowed his eyes in nostalgia:
"In just ten years, the prosperous age was gone. The blood shed by Avalon gathered into a river, and the severed heads piled up into a tower. The dead gathered their resentment into the ether, and the ether entangled the mad king's power. On top of the staff. The entire Avalon has become a city of demons. Ten years ago, everything was so beautiful that it was as if the kingdom of heaven had come to the world. Ten years later, this kingdom of heaven fell into hell... This is The origin of the Shadow of Avalon. The evil consequences caused by greed thousands of years ago are endless."
"But King Arthur is dead."
"I hope so, but won't his descendants still prosper?"
Hermes glanced at the night outside the window. In the night, the Elizabeth Tower under the palace stood tall, pointing to the sky, like a hand reaching to the sky.
"This is the blood of the curse."
He lowered his eyes: "The power and curse are all in the blood, passed down from generation to generation... This is the original sin they were born with, and they are destined to perish forever. There is no relief."
…
…
Late at night, at the highest point of Avalon.
An unmarked carriage came quietly outside the palace. The driver was a knight covered in armor. He led the way. The carriage passed through the garrison in silence without alerting anyone.
After the garrison level is a weather-beaten elevator. The brass elevator has become round and smooth after a long period of friction, reflecting the soft copper light.
The carriage stayed on top, and the elevator quietly started, lifting the carriage up. This was the only way to the top of Avalon.
When the carriage stopped in the square in front of the palace, the knight stepped out of the carriage, opened the door, and the old monk walked out.
"Lord Mephistopheles, please come with me."
The knight took off his helmet, revealing the girl's anxious face: "We don't have much time."
Mephistopheles nodded and followed her: "How is the condition of Her Highness the Princess? Are you sure it's the curse of the Hundred-Eyed One?"
"... That's right."
Christine lowered her head: "It was my fault that I didn't notice that Her Highness the Princess was cursed."
"You couldn't get close to the Dragon Blood when it was going crazy and out of control. It's not your fault."
Mephistopheles sighed: "If the dragon's blood disease and the curse of the Hundred-Eyed Man occur at the same time... His Highness may have suffered deeply. It's a pity that the Spear of Saint George was lost many years ago, otherwise it would definitely not be like this."
Christine's eyes were heavy and she guided the way silently.
But soon, a pale-faced maid walked up quickly: "J-Lord Galahad, Your Highness, she, Your Highness, she..."
She froze mid-sentence, leaned into Kristen's ear, and whispered a few words. Kristine's face changed drastically: "Why didn't you stop her!"
"Your Highness...she said that she was losing control again and was afraid that she would do something irreversible again."
"Asshole!"
Christine glared at her: "With your highness's current situation, how could you let her enter that kind of place! Besides, the situation this time is different from the past. If you can't stop it, don't you know to inform me! What's going on, your highness?" Time to leave?"
"Just after you left, His Highness knocked me out..." The maid lowered her head and her shoulders trembled.
"Excuse me for being rude."
Christine didn't have time to salute and said goodbye to the old man, "I'll go find the princess right away."
After that, she put on the helmet for herself, held the sword on her waist and rushed into the depths of the palace. But behind her, Mephistopheles suddenly stopped her.
"Lord Galahad."
He raised his cloudy and dim eyes and said, "Please don't be impatient. I can still feel the heartbeat of Her Highness the Princess. She...she has come back."
"came back?"
Kristine seemed to have thought of something. She clenched her sword tightly and looked solemn. Mephistopheles seemed to be aware of her thoughts and shook his head slightly: "It's not what you think. Your Highness is not out of control... According to the induction, His Highness's curse has been lifted."
"Relieved?" Christine was stunned.
Mephistopheles was silent, as if he was sensing something, and after a moment he nodded slightly: "Yes, I can feel that His Highness is still very weak, but the curse of the Hundred-Eyed Man has undoubtedly been eliminated, and even the manic dragon's blood is gone. He fell silent again. It seems that His Highness is a child favored by the gods, so there is no need for me to cause trouble."
He smiled and motioned for Kristen to relax.
Soon, Christine reacted and rushed to the palace where the princess was, regardless of saying goodbye. Footsteps broke the late night silence.
Regardless of being rude, she pushed open the bedroom door:
"Your Highness!"
The bedroom behind the door was not in a mess as she had imagined. It was still in order and without any signs of dilapidation. Hearing the sound of her pushing the door open, the girl standing in front of the window turned around.
She was still wearing a long dress that was blackened by dust, and there were still traces of dirt on her face. She didn't look like a princess at all. In particular, she was wearing a tattered leather coat with tears and scorch marks all over her body, making her look like a little girl scavenging.
Only this time, she didn't lose her mind.
Seeing her coming in, the girl smiled.
"Christine."
Christine looked at the smile on Mary's face blankly, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses. Although I don’t know what happened, the princess doesn’t look like she is suffering from a curse.
Moreover, she had not seen such a relaxed smile for a long time since His Highness's bloodline revived.
"Your Highness... are you okay?" Christine pinched the hilt of the sword, feeling like she was dreaming.
"I am fine."
Mary was wearing a leather coat that was too weird and too large for her, but it seemed like she was wearing luxurious wings. Her expression was peaceful and quiet, not crazy at all.
"Maybe I had a good dream, right?" she said, "I feel much more relaxed."
Kristine looked at it for a long time and finally relaxed, "Has the curse been lifted?"
Mary nodded and stretched out her palm to show her the wound on it. She had just made an incision, and warm blood was dripping from the wound. It was not hot, not crazy, and had no other abnormality.
"You see, even the dragon's blood has fallen asleep again. This time, maybe I can stay awake for a few more months."
Sensing the bitterness in Mary's words, Christine lowered her head, unable to respond. He just skillfully dug out bandages and wound medicine from the bedroom and bandaged her wounds.
Just on that slender arm, there were already vague scars all over, which were the scars left over when she collapsed in pain again and again and wanted to end her life.
It's a pity that I can't die.
How long will this cruel cycle continue
She lowered her eyes, not daring to look again. She just lowered her head and prayed softly: "It's God bless His Highness."
"No, God probably hates me, right?"
She heard Mary's soft murmur, looked up in surprise, and saw the girl staring at the moonlight outside the window.
"Isn't it?"
Mary said softly, "I was born with the blood of a dragon. I was controlled by that power, went crazy, and became a murderer. Every night I woke up from the blood of innocent people, and day after day, I was tortured by my own sins. Dye black. Christine, I was born guilty. Sometimes I hate James, hate my brother, hate that he is so ordinary, hate that he cannot bear the consequences that he should have inherited. When I am crazy, I felt that the whole world was polluted by unclean people and was extremely filthy. But when I woke up, I found that the filthiest thing was myself... Christine, you are my only friend, but sometimes I look at you , I feel guilty. How can a person like me be worthy of you sacrificing your time for me? Are you already eighteen years old? Because of me, I have never even had a playmate... "
"No matter who your Highness becomes, I will always be by your side. If His Highness's destiny is to inherit the throne, then my mission in life is to be your sword and shield."
Christine looked solemn: "There are no men in the Lancelot family of this generation, and my father only has one child. Just like Your Highness, my future path has been destined since I was born. I have been unwilling to accept it. , but now I feel: It’s great that the person I met is Your Highness. I became your captain of the bodyguard, not because of the family’s mission, but because of my will and wish. I am willing to do this. So, Please don’t blame yourself, Your Highness.”
Mary was stunned.
After a long time, she held Christine's hand tightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Christine nodded.
…
It was late at night, and after Christine chatted with the sleepy Mary about some of the recent popular music and news in Avalon, Mary leaned against her sleepily, falling asleep.
Kristine looked at the girl curled up on the sofa and her sleeping face that was no longer afraid. She gently picked her up and put her on the bed.
Even in her daze, Mary seemed unwilling to take off the tattered leather jacket and held on to it tightly. After trying it twice, Kristen gave up.
I don't know where His Highness picked up this strange leather jacket, but... What makes Kristine feel uneasy is that it can be seen that this leather jacket was originally a men's style! Could it be that someone quietly approached Her Royal Highness the Princess when she wasn't paying attention
Maybe it has something to do with the cursed contact, but if it's true, then what is that man's plan
Christine thought deeply, but for some reason there was a sour taste in her heart: His Highness looked so relaxed, it must have something to do with that man!
I have been with His Highness for so many years, but I can't stand up to a man who appeared out of thin air. That man must have an ulterior motive for approaching His Highness!
She clenched the sword tightly, and a chill flashed through her eyes: If she were to find that man with ulterior motives, she would definitely make him experience the power of "Galahad"!
"Kristen." A murmuring voice came from behind her.
"Huh?" She was stunned and looked back at Mary, who was half asleep. Her Royal Highness the Princess was holding the leather coat and looking at herself. She was a little panicked subconsciously, feeling nervous that her thoughts had been revealed.
"Your Highness, do you have any other instructions?"
"Teach me the court dance after a while." Mary looked at her and prayed with her eyes: "I want to learn the steps of the waltz."
"Uh... isn't His Highness always not interested in these things?" Christine became more and more nervous for some reason.
"I suddenly want to learn. Please teach me, Christine."
Christine was stunned, and after hesitating for a long time, she lowered her head in shame: "This... I have been learning how to inherit the power left by Lord Galahad since I was born. After all, such a weak thing as court dancing is not what a knight is good at. I have never learned it."
"oh?"
Mary looked vaguely disappointed: "It turns out that there are things that Christine can't do."
Kristine was silent for a moment, made up her mind, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to study immediately tomorrow!"
"hey-hey."
Seeing her embarrassment, Mary smiled proudly and stopped pestering her. She just half-buried her face in the pillow and suddenly said:
"Christine, I just... dreamed of His Highness the Prince."
"prince!?"
Christine lost her voice and her vision went dark. It was like a bolt from the blue: It seems to be right, His Highness really encountered a gangster with ulterior motives!
Soon she realized her gaffe and forced a smile:
"Ahem, right? That... prince, is he good-looking?" She already wanted to chop that shitty prince into pieces and feed it to the dogs.
"I can't remember clearly, I just remember him holding my hand... Well, I won't tell you the rest." Mary blinked slyly:
"That dream is my secret, and your Royal Highness is also my secret..."
She smiled, closed her eyes sleepily, and fell into a long-lost peaceful dream.
There seemed to be moonlight in the dream.