My name is Arthur. I’m an orphan living in the orphanage in the Kingdom of Guhs. 12 children are also with me here so I’m not alone. Although it is kind of weird to write a diary. But Gawain said I should write one to commemorate our memories together, after all we’re being trained right now by the guardians here! Though I don’t know the reason why, I'm sure it’s for a good reason. They have never lied to me after all!
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Arthur again. Today I met a really weird fellow, his name is Krux, just like me he doesn’t know his last name. Bedivere told me he was a quiet fellow, so I decided to approach him, turns out he’s just really quiet! Although he says a few words I can tell he’s a good guy. I’ll talk to him the next day to see if he finally opens up.
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Arthur again! I didn’t write for a month because I totally forgot about this diary, teehee. Krux and I are great friends, but it seems as though Krux is slowly opening up to me. The other knights like our usually aggressive and unfriendly Mordred have actually started to talk a lot with the others, nothing can bring me much more happiness than this!
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Arthur here! Today is the last day we’re going to be in the orphanage. We're going to the capital to register for a job so that we can finally live as independent individuals. I wonder what kind of people will I meet over there, will I meet the king, a princess perhaps! Oh I’m so excited. I can’t wait to wake up in the morning.
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Arthur here. We’re going to be sent out to war again, and we don’t know how long we’ll last. We’ve dwindled down to 7, including me. Gawain, Mordred, Lancelot, Kay, Percival and finally, Gareth. They were all killed by the war, and most importantly the beastman and elves have refused another talk with the representative of humans, is the only way to solve this is through blood and blades?
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Arthur here, only Krux and I are left. We’re at the camp of our base, the next wave of the enemies are estimated to come in the next few days, we’re trying to get rest yet all of my dead comrades, I saw them, I saw them get killed by my own very few eyes!
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If anybody that survived read this, I wanted to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
* Arthur.