63 Chapter 32: Pendragon, Legend of the Black Knight

Faith had left gone, Durandal vicious outburst of bloodlust completely takeover. But it felt great to let it all go.

Slaughtering everything in her way like old times, she forgot how good it felt. Despite Durandal not being in her hands, it was also drunk on the battle.

Arthur, Lancelot, Kai and the Knights of Avalon watched this horrid scene unfold, at this point, this was no longer a war on equal terms but a one-sided beat down.

Until the enemy was utterly wiped out and all that was left was a mountain of corpses.

Some Knights looked in awe as they remembered the legend of the female Black Knight. Dawned in black armor with long black hair and eyes. She took Avalon by storm as the strongest knight in history without a single loss to her name.

Anyone who is to face the end of her blade had all been slain, leaving a bloodied corpse with a stunned expression.

And just like the legend, she was disappeared in history only to be remembered in the eyes of the worthy.

Faith stood in place not moving a single inch, her expression dazed.

"Hey, Stupid women!" Arthur yelled as he ran to her. But he was suddenly stopped by a familiar arm. "Teacher!?" said in surprise.

Merlin's face was pale as we looked at Faith's who had a dazed expression. He had seen this before, and he never wanted her to go. But she insisted, and he really couldn't go against. But, to thin something like this would happen again. Even without Durandal in her possession, she would end up in this state.

"Teacher?" Arthur said again after he realized his teacher was trembling.

"Arthur has your troops retreat now" Merlin whispered urgently. Arthur looks at Faith who was still in a daze and then backed to his frightened teacher.

"A king never retreats," Arthur said strongly "Besides what's so scary about that stupid women-"

Push, Arthur was suddenly pushed by Merlin just as Faith's sword cut down. But, despite both of them moving out of the way they weren't quick enough, as a result, both received scratches.

"Hey! Stupid women what are you doing" Arthur yelled as Faith who had a lifeless gaze. "Hey!"

"Arthur is careful as she is now; she is dangerous," Merlin warned his Pupil.

Clash, 'What' Arthur thought as his hand moved on his own. He didn't even see Faith coming so how did he dodge her attack.

He glanced at the sword that seemed to be glowing brighter and brighter. 'This Sword?' he wondered.

Drop

Faith fell to the ground unconscious. 'I let Durandal borrow my mind for too long' she thought. When she opened her eyes at first, she wondered where she was. Until she noticed a small hand gripping hers. Little Celine was gripping her side while sleeping next to her. Faith couldn't help but poke her face.

Getting up Celine didn't move at all. It seems the little girl must have been tired.

Faith could guess what had happened after she passed out. Now they are continuing the fight.

"Fay, your awake," said Pavall one of Arthur's knights.

"They have gone to back to battle."

"Yes, it seems, the moral on the other side is low...Fay do you have any relation to Queen Faith," he asked.

"Why do you ask?" Faith asked back with a frown, after all, she was reasonably sure Uther wiped a lot of the Pendragon history, including her own.

"My family has passed down a story about her," he said.

"Oh, pray to tell what it is?"

"Queen Faith was the most beautiful women in Avalon with Unique black hair and Eyes. Much like your own. Before she was Queen, she was also known as the Black Knight. The only female knight to ever exist, but she was a knight without a King-"

Pavall was unable to finish his sentence as he abruptly stopped and pulled Faith down with him. At the same time, an arrow wheezed through where they once were and lodged itself into the tree trunk behind them.

"Lady Fay, please run."

He said as he slowly reveals his sword. His graceful poise and unchanged bearings match that of his appearance; a pair of deep, brilliant indigo eyes and neat, long hair. Together, they only serve to add to the close look he currently wears.

"Clamest" Faith whispered 'How lax can you be for a single enemy break through to the camp. And not any enemy one of the commanders'

"Where is Caramoor? Tell me now, and I'll spare you from what I'm about to do."

Clamest raised his sword towards us and spoke with a fearsome tone. Those who hear it would undoubtedly feel frightened as well.

Pavall flipped his sword as if challenging the enemy.

'Ugh, just fight already' Faith thought.

"If you want to know your brother's whereabouts, then ask my sword!"

Pavall rushed towards Clamest with the sword in hand.

Clamest stood his ground unwaveringly and swung his sword down to receive Pavall 's blow.

In this snow-white world, two men clashes sword with one another unrelentlessly. Their swordsmanship is a blur as they aimed to strike the other down.