"My decision is this."
As he watched his furious uncle charge toward him, Tristan faced a choice.
On one side were the debt of upbringing and the ties of blood. On the other were the greater good of the nation, the path of loyalty and righteousness, and the unity and friendship of his fellow Knights of the Round Table. Tristan raised his bow.
"I will carry out the execution myself."
The arrow flew straight at King Mark.
His throat, eyes, heart, kidneys—every vital point was covered by Tristan's arrows.
In an instant, King Mark, who had just been roaring and charging forward, stopped where he stood. He had lost the ability to move. He merely stared fixedly at Tristan.
"Do you hate me that much? Tristan?"
With his last strength, he roared at Tristan.
"This is... my final mercy... for you, Uncle."
Tristan lowered his bow and let out a long breath.
Even though he had made up his mind, the pain of killing a close relative still made him tremble. His heart was anything but calm.
"You are a great knight, and a hero, Tristan."
At that moment, Arthur walked to his side, pressed a hand on his shoulder, and spoke sincerely.
"I am a sinner." Tristan's voice was sorrowful.
"Then let me share this sin with you, Sir Tristan."
"My King..."
Hearing this, Tristan could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down his face as he fell to his knees. "You understand the human heart so well... I am willing to follow you forever."
"There is nothing left to hesitate over!"
The one who said this was Lammorok, one of the Knights of the Round Table and the finest master of Spear Techniques among the knights.
After his father, King Pellinore, died, he inherited the throne.
Even as