allendalepharm Chapter 161 An Embrace in the Dark?
Chapter 161 An Embrace in the Dark?
"Who did you say...?"
Aoko looked at the silver-haired beauty opposite her with a puzzled expression. She wondered if her hearing had deteriorated due to staying up late recently.
What Knight King? What's here?
She recognized each of the characters individually, but when put together, they were so difficult to understand.
Indeed, a piece of knowledge from her middle school history textbook flashed quickly through Aoko's mind.
In that ancient British legend, the famous King Arthur's title was indeed "King of Knights".
She casually gave Arthur this name when he lost his memory and couldn't remember anything...
Aoko's thoughts suddenly stopped, and her neck, like a rusty gear, slowly turned toward the blond man standing next to her.
Could it be that the person this girl of unknown origin is talking about is the "Arthur" in front of them, who is responsible for cooking and washing dishes for them every day, and who makes a fool of himself because of his lack of common sense?!
"What a joke..." Aoko shook her head vigorously, shaking off all those far-fetched fantasies in her mind.
No matter how you look at it, this is impossible!
King Arthur lived in the 5th century AD, which is more than 1,500 years ago!
Could this thing be a living fossil unearthed from ancient ruins?
Sitting on the other side, Yuzhu maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but her heart was equally unsettled.
In fact, the moment Lily uttered the words "King of Knights," Ayumi's intuition immediately connected the word with Arthur beside her.
However, reason immediately overturned this absurd conclusion.
Yuzhu knew very well that Arthur possessed a mysterious power so immense it was suffocating, a power that far surpassed that of any top magician in the modern era.
Even so, the speculation that "Arthur was the King of Knights in history" is still too far-fetched.
A god-king who has lived for over 1,500 years?
Even magicians might not be able to do something like this.
For Yuzhu, if someone were to jump out and say that Arthur is actually a monster who can freely enter and exit the "Root," it would be easier for her to accept than "he is King Arthur himself."
Seeing that Arthur himself looked completely bewildered, Yuzhu put down her teacup and sighed softly.
"Since you don't know anything, I'll give you a brief explanation." Yuzhu's cool voice rang out in the living room.
"Arthur Pendragon, the red dragon of Britain, is the most widely circulated epic legend in Europe."
Yuzhu looked into Arthur's eyes and slowly said:
"He pulled the sword from the stone that had chosen the king and crowned him king."
He then led his army to defeat Vortigern, the king who represented the White Dragon, founded the legendary Knights of the Round Table, and ultimately unified the fragmented Britain.
Arthur listened very attentively.
He was like a listener hearing a strange story, trying to find a sense of familiarity in the grand vocabulary.
Sword drawn... White dragon... Round table...
These words echoed in my ears, but did not stir up much of a ripple.
Then, after a brief pause, Yuzhu mentioned another name.
"Legend has it that the one who helped this knight king ascend to the throne was the court magician, Merlin..."
"Buzz".
The moment the word "Merlin" entered Arthur's ears, a sharp ringing sound suddenly rang in his ears.
Without warning, a fragmented image, like a bomb suddenly detonated in the deep sea, abruptly tore open the veil of his blank memory.
It was a room illuminated by moonlight.
There were other people in the room besides him.
He felt himself... being embraced?
Is he hugging her?
Or was she hugging him?
It was a tight embrace...?
It also seemed to carry some indescribable emotion.
Excited? Joyful? Thrilled? Happy?
It has a soft texture, and there seems to be a faint fragrance lingering around the tip of my nose.
Is it the scent of flowers? Or something else?
Arthur tried hard to open his mind, to see clearly who was the person embracing him in the darkness.
Is it that magician named Merlin? Or someone else?
He felt that this scene was extremely important, so important that he could not forget it even if it tore his soul apart.
But the harder he tried to recall it, the more the image seemed like glass shrouded in a thick fog.
You can only vaguely see a blurry outline, but you can't hear the other person's murmur or see their face clearly.
Without realizing it, Arthur's brows had furrowed tightly.
His breathing became rapid, and his tall frame even trembled slightly. He unconsciously pressed one hand to his forehead.
Yuzhu stopped speaking.
She stopped speaking and stared intently at Arthur.
Arthur's current state is definitely not an act; it is a kind of pain caused by touching a forbidden zone deep in his soul.
He really was thinking back.
A hint of shock and solemnity flashed in Youzhu's dark eyes.
What does this tell us?
This means that the legends she just told really touched on Arthur's sealed memories!
Could it be... that the man cooking for her in the kitchen really has some connection with the legendary ancient British king who unified Britain?
Aoko, who was standing nearby, also noticed Arthur's unusual behavior.
She had originally intended to make a sarcastic remark, but seeing Arthur's pained yet focused expression, she swallowed her words.
She even held her breath, afraid of disturbing the clue he had finally managed to find.
While everyone's attention was focused on Arthur, Lily, who was sitting quietly on the sofa, had a barely perceptible smile on her lips.
A strange halo suddenly flashed in those originally clear and innocent purple eyes.
But that halo of light vanished in an instant.
Just a second later, Lily returned to her obedient, even slightly bewildered, demeanor, as if nothing had happened.