Although Tristan is a knight, he does not serve a lord and is not a noble, so he cannot attend the banquet held at the Royal Court of Camelot.
But he can attend civilian drinking parties.
Princess Isolde followed him, her bright eyes shining in the night.
In the end, he did not choose to celebrate King Arthur's wedding with the people, but took Princess Isolde to a high cliff outside the city of Camelot.
He took off the longbow-shaped harp from his back and played it quietly.
The breeze gently ruffled Tristan's long red hair, and there was a slight smile on his calm face.
And Isolde just looked at Tristan who was playing solo under the moon with a smile, and neither of them spoke to break the tranquility.
But the sound of the piano sometimes attracts something.
A figure appeared not far from Tristan.
Tristan stopped playing cautiously and looked at the man.
Princess Isolde was a little confused: "Mr. Tristan, what's wrong?"
Tristan whispered: "Isolde, someone is coming."
After hearing this, Isolde looked at the bright moon sitting in the sky, felt a little cold, and couldn't help but hide behind Tristan.
Tristan's hand was holding the thin sword hanging at his waist, and he looked at the figure with a very rude tone.
There was a rustling sound.
A tall figure walked from the shadows into the moonlight.
She has short purple hair and bright silver plate armor that reflects in the moonlight.
Tristan knew this man, his name was Lancelot, son of Annoll of Britain.
When his uncle's country was destroyed by Annuo, he once had a chance encounter with these knights.
But in Tristan's impression, Lancelot is a serious, brave and good at fighting person, but something seems wrong with Lancelot now.
At this time, Lancelot smelled of alcohol, his face was red, he hiccupped occasionally, and he was staggering when he walked.
Is this, drinking too much?
Tristan frowned and tentatively called out: "Sir Lancelot?"
Lancelot didn't respond, just staggered towards Tristan's direction.
"Woo..." A sob came from his throat.
Tristan felt a little weird.
This kind of sound should never appear on a knight.
Lancelot drank a lot of wine at the palace banquet and rode out of the city. Drunk, he heard Tristan's music and was attracted to him.
"Arthur... Leah... ugh..." Lancelot whimpered and made an incomprehensible sound.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance.
Isolde and Tristan's attention was drawn to it.
I saw a knight with long black hair running over on horseback.
Tristan sighed, he really chose a bad place to play the piano today.
He recognized the knight, who was Lancelot's father, Anno, who had fallen unconscious on the ground.
Anno dismounted and did not choose to talk to Tristan Isolde and the others first, but leaned down to check Lancelot's condition.
In the end, it was discovered that Lancelot was simply drunk.
Anno sighed deeply and turned his eyes to the vigilant Tristan on the other side and Isolde behind him.
After thinking about it for a while, Annuo remembered a name: "Are you... Tristan, the prince of the Mark Kingdom?"