The True King

I am being led out of my prison cell.

I am getting dressed elegantly in the dark garment that Nigel brought me, but I am not in the mood to wear it, so Duke Gawain sighs before assisting me.

This room is devoid of mirrors. I have no idea what my current appearance is, and I am unconcerned. I close my eyes and allow Nigel to gradually cut off my long hair.

Hair—falls to the ground.

There is only silence between us until Nigel says, "Come on," before walking ahead of me.

I do not move at first, but he turns around and says, "Let's go to the execution ground."

“Ah.” I stand up, despite the fact that I am supposed to be weak, strangely, my body does not show any signs of fatigue. Maybe it is because Guinevere usually came to this cell to heal me and share her light power with me.

"Is today the day of execution..." I mumble and Nigel does not respond. "I'm dying eventually..."

Surprisingly, a joyful feeling arises in this empty heart.

I smile as I walk behind Duke Gawain.