"Because..." The clown laughed and said softly in a voice that only he and Pugins could hear: "Elizabeth... is my mother."

Elizabeth is my mother.

Pugins' body fell from the air... Above his sight, there was Dagonet's face looking down... a big, sad face.

He seemed to have fallen into an abyss!

Bang!

Fell into the ruins of the Royal Auditorium!

ah!!

The moment he landed, a stream of orangutan licks spurted out from his throat... Pukins stretched out his arms in pain, as if he was trying to catch something first.

The guardian of the royal family and the clown Dagonite slowly fell down at this time and stood on both sides of Pugins.

"I don't believe it...I don't believe it..."

Pugins's body began to shake violently at this moment... The [mordred] Holy Armor, which was full of cracks, was directly shattered at this moment, and the Holy Seal on his chest was also directly peeled off from his body at this moment.

The holy seal was like a huge coat of arms, floating quietly.

The arms began to become dry, and the vitality of the body also began to lose strength at this time... But in the blink of an eye, Pukins became gray-haired again, even far older than before.

"My body...my strength...my...my..." He crawled on the ground with difficulty, like an old dog.

"It seems that there is still a deviation in the estimated time. It has lasted until now and disappeared..." Dagonit smiled at this time, "Old man, are you surprised?"

"What did you do to me..." Pugins couldn't help but howl.

Mr. Clown waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, it's just that the sphere containing the souls of all the people in the Knight Agency headquarters I gave you before is not the souls of Geraint and the others at all, but a random pig farm I found.

Collected from killing pigs."

"You actually..."

Dagonit laughed and said: "I have been looking for records about the [Holy Grail] and the impact it had when it first appeared... I found that this thing is convenient, but it seems to be relatively rigid. Although I don't know

The person who created it originally planned to use it for something, but it was obviously not to help humans fulfill their wishes... It will be selectively fulfilled according to the type of wish. Your wish is, a strong body, and Farley

Eryi's strength, and [mordred]'s holy armor...Old man, you have too many wishes. The mentally retarded way of thinking of [Holy Grail] cannot satisfy you. But it will faithfully execute these so-called wishes...

…So, your wish will be fully realized, but the next best thing is that there will be a time limit before the wish is realized.”

Sir Pugins' face looked as shabby as death at this moment.

"Of course, if you can continue to contribute sacrifices, you will naturally continue to renew these wishes." Mr. Clown shrugged, "It's like a bottomless pit that can never be filled, and all you can do

, you can only continue to satisfy it... until, in the end, even you yourself are swallowed up by it. In this way, I probably understand a little bit of the original producer's intention. So, in general... you lose, and

A crushing defeat, Pugins."

"I don't believe it...I never believe it!!"

He wailed as he climbed up the collapsed steps leading to the throne... The throne was damaged, with only a small handrail left.

Dagonet did not pursue him, but just watched casually... As for the guardian of the royal family, he never said a word from the beginning to the end.

Finally, Pugins climbed to the stairs. He exhausted his last strength and climbed to the destroyed throne like a snail.

"Father."

"O...Ofen?"

He heard the sound.

What he saw was the adopted son who had been lurking beside the Prime Minister for many years... Offen.

"My child... help me... take me away..." Like a dying patient, grasping the last straw.

Orphen knelt down in front of Pukins sadly and sighed: "Father... we lost. Forget it, Her Majesty the Queen may let you go."

"I didn't lose! I won't lose!!" That was his last and loudest voice.

The last strength of his hands grabbed Orphen's collar, and pulled Orphen's face to his. His deeply sunken eyes were now full of bloodshot eyes, "I! I won't... lose..."

Bang!

The sound of gunfire.

Orphen nodded, hugged Sir Pugins, and whispered in his ear: "Yes, you won't lose, father... This is just a nightmare, so I'm here to drive him away.

they."

"Even you...betrayed...me..."

In his arms, what Orphen held in his hand was a silver pistol.

"I'm sorry, father..."

Orphen whispered: "No matter what, before I became your adopted son, I was adopted by Elizabeth's mother... In addition, Dagonet is actually my brother. We met her in the orphanage together.

"

I wonder if Pukins heard what he said next... His eyes had lost their luster, and his body was still in Ofen's arms without moving.

The Royal Auditorium was silent at this time.

Then, Her Majesty the Queen's voice began to sound slowly under the night sky, as if she was relieved, "Finally... it's over."

…

…

The surviving knights began to gather at this time.

Confused and panic... They supported each other's bodies and still divided into two formations.

Finally, the surviving knights gathered in front of the steps leading to the Royal Auditorium. They looked at the Royal Auditorium that had been turned into ruins and remained silent.

A figure slowly walked out of the ruins, and it turned out to be... Her Majesty the Queen.

At this moment, she only had a look of fatigue on her face...and behind her, in addition to the guardians of the royal family, there were also Dagonit and Orphen.

At the same time, she also held a cane in her hand... This is the cane that Pugins has been holding. On top of the cane, it is the bloodline of the King of Knights and the proof of the royal power of the Royal Knights family.

She raised the scepter in her hand high, faced the knights, and said loudly: "Sir Pukins, as well as the leader of the doomsday myth [Oberon], the culprits of this rebellion, have been killed! This war,

There’s no need to go on! From now on, Britain, it’s just me…******!”

After looking around at the bottom of the extremely quiet stairs, Her Majesty the Queen's voice sounded again: "If you are still willing to continue fighting, I will lead my knights and accompany you to the end!"

Everyone in the camp that had already sworn their allegiance was looking at Her Majesty the Queen standing on the steps with complicated expressions... and they were silent.

What else can be said?

Resist?

The royal guardians were able to defeat Pugins who had gained great strength...but they, including several Knights of the Round Table in the formation, were unable to fight anymore at this time.

What's more, in the sky, the large army of magicians has maintained their fighting power from beginning to end, and now, they are standing behind Her Majesty the Queen.

Bang... Finally, someone in the camp threw down the weapon in his hand.

"Dagonet..."

Gareth's expression was very complicated at the moment. He stared blankly at Mr. Clown standing next to the Queen. He wanted to rush up and ask some questions, but in the end he endured it.

He finally breathed out slowly, feeling exhausted physically and mentally... He had never spent such a long night before.

Her Majesty the Queen looked at everyone and showed a soft smile, "Finally, thank you... for surviving, my loyal knights."

"yes!your-majesty!"

The surviving knights of their own formation knelt down loyally.

…

…

Not much remains of the Palace of Westminster.

The number of complete rooms that can be found can be counted on one hand.

Finally, Her Majesty the Queen held a box in both hands and, accompanied by Dagonet and Offen, came to one of the rooms.

"Wait for me outside the door." Her Majesty the Queen ordered the two of them in a low voice.

Orphen was a little hesitant, but Mr. Clown seemed to be quite unconcerned. He whistled and leaned against the wall, resting his hands on his pillow.

"Good boy." The queen smiled, and then began to arrange her clothes in front of the door.

After spending some time, Her Majesty the Queen finally seemed satisfied with her appearance, then she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

Open the door, close the door.

Her Majesty the Queen took another deep breath, and then said with an impeccable smile: "Teacher, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

…

Inside the room, I saw the maid lady sitting on the sofa, drinking black tea relaxedly.

"I've made tea, sit down." The maid said casually.
To be continued...