I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 41 Growth of Battle Marks
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12 p.m.

The sun rose high in the sky, casting its intense rays upon the dilapidated castle within the manor below.

on the square,
"--belch!!!"

A hiccup, sounding like the roar of a dragon, echoed from the small round table in the center of the square.

Nearly a hundred knights who had been working around the square collapsed to the ground, their eyes finally showing a look of relief.

"Ha~ha~!"

The sounds of heavy, panting breaths rose and fell in unison.

With a blank expression, Mary removed the last glittering plate from the table, stiffly turned her head to look at Suya, who had closed her eyes and put down her chopsticks.

And then,
Suya, letting out a satisfied burp, finally regained her senses.
He slowly opened his eyes.
When Suya was still very hungry after eating two plates of food, her brain suddenly went blank.

A terrifying hunger instantly overwhelmed his senses, leaving him unaware of what happened next.

But vaguely, Suya felt that she had done something quite terrible.

Thinking of this, he rubbed his now-comfortable tummy.

Suya raised her head and looked around.
Then I saw—

In the once tidy square, the ninety-eight knights who had pledged allegiance to him yesterday evening were now slumped on the ground, panting heavily, looking at him with rather strange expressions.

It was an almost broken expression of affection; just looking at that expression, a feeling arose like that of a married middle-aged man who had lost all his game tokens at an arcade and felt he had no regrets in this life. They hadn't said anything, but their faces seemed to have the words "I fed this child" etched on them.

Suya blinked blankly, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.
What the hell did I do?
Why do they look like they've done a thousand sit-ups?
And then,
A figure suddenly leaped down from the city wall, and with a few bounds arrived beside Suya, attempting to grab her hand.
Suya was startled and almost instinctively twisted her foot to the ground, her back arching backward as she immediately tried to get up and use [Swift Step] to dodge.
however,
"Crack!"

The chair back snapped instantly, and the entire chair fell apart!

And Suya was about to be 'launched' backward by the unprecedented power granted by [Swift Step].

Just then, the hand that Suya was trying to dodge reached out and firmly gripped Suya's wrist, forcibly stopping him from being launched like a cannonball.

Lucan's voice rang in my ears:

"Sure enough, the battle runes have begun to grow."

"My king, please calm down and feel your body!"

Suya didn't feel like he was being irrational; in fact, after eating, he felt clearer-headed than ever before.
just,

His body, however, felt somewhat unfamiliar at this moment.
If my previous strength and agility were rated F-, it would be a level of human ability that came with basic training.

At this moment, Suya felt that his physical strength had completely surpassed this level, and was even approaching the strong body he had trained with countless martial arts techniques before he transmigrated.

At that moment, a line of subtitles popped up in front of me.

[Panel Attribute Update]

[Real name: Suya.]

[Attributes: Strength: F (growing), Agility: F (growing), Endurance: F- (growing), Mana: -, Noble Phantasm: C.]

[Main Job Position: Awaiting Employment]

[Pathways: Fake Destiny (Ex), Quack Doctor (E), Fraudster (E), Hyena (F).]

[Status: Battle runes are growing (legs, hands).]

After glancing briefly at the panel, and following the prompts on the panel and the direction Lukan was looking with his squinting eyes, Suya lowered her head slightly and looked at her palms and legs.

at this time,

White, crack-like lines were spreading across his palms, legs, and feet.

Is this what Lucan meant by "war markings"?
What is a battle pattern?
Suya raised his head, pulled his wrist out of Lukan's hand, and simply moved his shoulders and limbs, quickly mastering this level of physical strength.

Although the changes are significant, they haven't yet reached the strength of my body before I transmigrated.

To be more precise, this body's current strength is about 300 pounds per punch, and its speed is about 100 meters per second.

Suya found it not difficult to master, or rather, the feeling of this power gradually returning to him actually made him feel at ease.

If I were to encounter that red-haired assassin again, I should be able to easily whip him around like a spinning top.

“Very good, Your Majesty, you are adapting even faster than I expected.”

At this point, Lukan continued,

"I'll explain the matter of the battle runes to you later, but for now—"

He looked up at the position of the sun, frowned, and said:

"We should get going!" At this moment, Suya still had many questions in her mind.

For example, the "swift movement" he subconsciously used just now was completely different from the one he used when studying in the morning.
For example, the battle markings, the changes in his own body, and what exactly happened when he lost consciousness. Why did the cavalrymen look at him with such strange eyes?

At last,
Sua turned her head to look at Mary, whose expression was slightly blank and who looked like she had overloaded her brain, tilting her head to look back at her.
Following the other person's rose-red pupils,

He saw his own reflection in those pupils.

A head of dazzling blonde hair, delicate features,
It seems there is no difference.
But her own clear, emerald-green eyes seemed to be losing their color; from the center of her deep green, round pupils, a thin, blood-like crimson was slowly oozing out!
Without offering any further explanation, Lukan turned and left.
In the distance, Dagonit, who had been missing for some time, reappeared and was already scolding the cavalrymen who had collapsed to the ground, urging them to get up, mount their horses, and prepare to leave.

Until all the outsiders left,

When Suya was also preparing to set off with the group,
Melly, who had been tilting her head and staring at Suya with a strange expression, suddenly asked:
“Sua,”

Do you feel an itch on your skin? Does your head feel pointed?

What kind of nonsense is this?

Suya immediately glared back:

"You're the one with a pointy head!"

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Just as Sua and his Knights of the Round Table set off from Sir Hector's Manor on their way to the city of Saul,
the other side,
East of Burneshire, beneath the Iron Wall of Plymouth.

This is the second of the three Iron Walls on the west side of Britain.
It boasts nearly fifty-meter-high vertical chalk walls, twelve activated alchemical cannons, sixteen well-trained elite knight legions, and a garrison of over fifty thousand men. All the most advanced defensive equipment is directly drawn from the king's treasury.

Unlike the first Iron Wall built by the Duke of Cornwall at Exeter, this Iron Wall showed no signs of being constructed with inferior materials.

Logically speaking, this combines mystical power with the latest technology from the Kingdom of Jerusalem in the center of the continent.
A fortified city that is absolutely impossible to breach in the conventional sense!

but,

now,

The iron wall, stretching for nearly twenty kilometers, was engulfed in flames. Countless corpses piled up like mountains beneath the wall, and endless wails echoed through the fortified city behind it.

The smoke from the daytime fires obscured the azure sky, turning it black!
Under the gloomy sky,

Countless soldiers clad in heavy armor, wearing sun masks, and carrying exaggerated spears ran through the city.

The air was thick with the smell of iron and blood.

At the very end of this epic tale of iron and blood, a towering temple with 126 pillars stands amidst a barren wasteland.

That is the one known as one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.
Temple of Artemis!
at this time,

A group of knights were heading towards the temple to pay homage to the king.

Leading the group was Seleucus, who had single-handedly pierced through King Uther's routed army with a single strike. Behind him, Hector, with a gloomy expression, led his cavalry companions step by step.

until--

They arrived at the gate of the temple.

Guarding the temple entrance was a scribe with long, dark brown hair, holding a book in one hand and a quill pen in the other, constantly turning the pages and revising the contents.
“Calisteni, I have come to report on my duties by royal command.”

"His Majesty."

The scribe looked up, glanced thoughtfully at Seleucus, then at Hector behind Seleucus, and chuckled.
"His Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

"General Seleucus, please come in."

"Oh, and this one too, General Parmanuel's son—"

"Is his name Philotas?"

Hector's face stiffened instantly, but he dared not put on airs in front of this man, and could only awkwardly explain:

"That's my brother. My name is He."

"That's strange,"

Callistini smiled faintly.
"Isn't Hector the knight who swore allegiance to Arthur Pendragon just yesterday?"

"Why do you, a knight of Britain, come to see my king?"

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