Lancelot Fate 소설 & 이야기

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

she said with a shaky voice " Remember what? Have you been crying?" I asked noticing some dry tears on her face and her puffy eyes. " He couldn't make it," she said " who?" I asked " He said I should give you this, you will understand after reading," she said while giving me a letter. THE LETTER..... Hello, Lucy! before I start, I want to apologize for not being there now, I want to apologize for saying my last words to you on a piece of paper. I knew a day like this will come but not so soon. If you are reading this now, just know that I have gone forever.

Lancelot muttered; his tone was finally calm. Although he still had a disgusted look on his face. He was planning to steal that blessed girl from Ruan. However, if Ruan already got her pregnant, then that would be a big problem. Blessed people only exists once in a century. And they often held power that could be dangerous or beneficial depending on how someone use it. And who uses it. What could her power? In any case, he must not let Ruan use it against his kingdom. Snapping out of his thoughts, Lancelot finally noticed Elle again, who was so still sitting on the cold damp floor of mud. In a sweet pretentious tone, he spoke to her.

Lancelot kept a straight face and mumbled to himself, "Damien would rather die than tell me about Darryl's background. It seems like Darryl is extraordinary, indeed. Nonetheless, once he became our target, he would never survive it." Then, Lancelot looked at the pond and was sure that Damien had drowned. Then, he quickly turned around and left.

Lancelot softened his voice seeing Erebus being so upset, "So I guess it's hearsay after all. But it's always the most powerful we wizards look for, and that's why we are after the gift of the tree." "Thanks for saying that." Erebus said in a defeated voice. He couldn't be mad at Lancelot, not when he was trying to comfort him. It wasn't even Lancelot's fight anymore. He was dead. It wasn't his responsibility, nor in his benefit if he lied. But Erebus just couldn't accept that his whole life was a lie. "I'll tell you another thing," Lancelot sighed, jumped down from the branch he was sitting on, "I don't know if it's related to this, but maybe you'd be interested."

The most important thing is for you to get ready for the task ahead of you. 'Task ahead of me?' 'You have a huge task ahead of you. And you must be ready to stand right beside Lancelot.' 'Lancelot hates me. He would not even allow me stand by him. He almost....' something suddenly occurred to me, 'wait, am I dead? Lancelot wanted to kill me. Am I dead? Is this the after life?' The cocoon of peace surrounding me seemed to scatter immediately. I went into full panic. She gently laid a hand on my shoulder and I immediately calmed down as if she used magic. 'You are not yet dead but you almost died. Your destiny is intertwined with that of Lancelot. No matter how much you both run, destiny would

Or maybe she is trying to make Lancelot like me so I won't have to pretend to be his dead lover anymore? Lancelot chuckled. "Ophelia is very beautiful and kind, but I only like her as a friend. My bride is waiting for me outside this place. As soon as I'm out of here, I will go find her wherever she is and I will marry her like I promised. I don't care if she had aged, or if her physical traits are not the same as before. I will love her the same way."

He gave her nothing more than a chilly glance, then closed his hand around mine and pulled me away. Back then, I thought that was devotion. Thought he was choosing me with unwavering resolve. All those soft “My principessa” had felt like love. But now it’s painfully clear: If he married Sera, he’d lose me. If he married me, he might lose his title. So he chose to marry neither— and disguised it as “God’s choice” through that draw, so he wouldn’t have to lose anything at all. Christmas had always been my personal day of suffering,

Once he found it, Lancelot handed it to Viggo, who was still reading the other book. "Read this," Lancelot commanded. Viggo stopped reading the book he was holding and turned to the book that Lancelot had just indicated. "Adolphus's death was not due to human jealousy, but because of the surge of emotions from a human turned Lycan who desired power and immortality," Lancelot's father wrote in the book. Viggo stopped reading. His breath felt constricted, making it difficult for his lungs to breathe. Just as Viggo was about to get up from his seat, Lancelot stopped him again and made him read the last page of the book written by Lancelot's father.

I exhaled a breath I don't know I have been holding in. "As I told him, his trip would be just like the first one...fruitless. They have their minds made up and there is nothing this trip would do" she related to us. "You told him that?" I asked in disbelieve. "I did" she gave us water and sat down on one of the couches "Lancelot is a very adamant man, just like his father" Why would Lance want to go against the heeding of the witch just to get himself killed? What is wrong with that man? What if anything goes wrong all because of his disobedience?