Truth 2/2

Every step he took to get closer to his old companion felt as if his heart was squeezing, he had already lost her once when, due to Morgana's wiles, he had to break the oaths that made him a knight.

In his old world oaths were beyond mere words, they offered tangible power depending on the weight they carried.

Breaking them not only meant a transgression of your word which was more precious than gold, but the world itself imposed punishments that ranged from the loss of all your power to death itself.

In a moment of fury at the atrocities that Morgana began to spread throughout his unhappy world, he broke an oath of chivalry…. His partner before the transgression of the oaths that bound him to him was shattered by such an affront.

It was one of the many regrets that he would carry in life, his companion who had been with him when he took the mantle of king, lost by her own sins and incompetence.

The pain felt like it was yesterday.

Lacking a few steps to reach it, I admire it rapt at its brilliance as pristine as the same day that I wielded it for the first time, proclaiming its role as the prophesied king.

The subsequent adventures he went through to earn the right to call himself a king had filled her with small imperfections on her blade, but all were marks of pride that the blade itself refused to erase.

Already at the distance of a hand the boy shook his head at the continuous memories that did not stop dominating him, he did not know when it would be the moment when his mind breaks or he himself disappears.

He was no longer a king, correction he was never a king even though his memories told him otherwise.

There were few options that could explain such a cadence of memory that it was beginning to overwhelm him.

One was that his soul had merged with Arthur Pendragon's soul, which was fucking weird but it could all be explained with the gods of the isekai

Two ... a strange form of reincarnation, for some reason it was the reincarnation of Arthur Pendragon, although it was assumed that he had not died but was resting in Avalon.

More options occurred to him, the bad thing was that when you included literal gods in the equation you had infinite variables to the point that even the most insane could be the correct one due to the "god" factor.

Sighing inside for the absurdity of all this, without thinking and sending everything to hell, he took the hilt of the sword in front of him and

PAIN

¡ARGH ¡

Feeling as if he had put his hand into the fire, he quickly pulled his hand away, first letting out a cry of pain.

The pain was so overwhelming that for a few seconds this was the only thing that dominated him, screaming on the ground without realizing it when he had fallen to his knees.

When the pain began to dampen he took deep breaths of air and was livid at the unexpectedness of it all.

"" It is supposed to be my sword, because the mere fact of touching its hilt caused me such pain "" in shock he thought about the possible reasons for such an unpleasant surprise.

Until a small idea began to take shape inside him, he soon was gaining weight and exhaling his pain, he said sadly

"Arthur Pendragon is your master, your only master ... a true king and knight"

"I a strange existence without even a name does not deserve or touch you is not true, Caliburn"

Giving a flash as if affirming the deductions of the strange thing that dared to stain it when touched.

The boy remained kneeling thinking about what he would do next but his heart bled at the rejection of his old companion, silent tears were falling on a stoic face that tried to focus uselessly on unanswered questions that kept coming without a predictable end in the short time.