I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 42 The Conqueror

In front of the temple,

Beneath the pristine white Doric column, which is 20 meters high and 2 meters wide,
Hector's face darkened immediately after Callistini's harassment, and he glared angrily at the historian standing beside the king.

But several times I clenched my fist, wanting to slap that foul mouth, but I held back.

This man is the king's teacher, a talent recommended to the king by that great philosopher. Although he has a foul mouth, his wisdom is still needed to accomplish the king's great cause.
However, Callistini, as if he hadn't seen Hector's dark face, smiled and asked bluntly:

"Knight of Britain, why do you have such an expression?"

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Isn't this the position you've always wanted?"

"Once King Arthur becomes the true king, you too can become a 'hero' knight by being fortunate enough to participate in his deeds."

Callistini stared intently into Hector's eyes.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this, does there?"

"You—" Hector could no longer contain himself and grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist.

However, at this moment,

A clear, resonant laugh echoed from the temple—

"Hahahahahaha!"

The laughter, like a thunderclap suddenly exploding on a snow-covered plain, echoed through the long corridor with the momentum of a thousand troops trampling through the morning mist. Even the rare birds and exotic flowers painted on the white walls of the corridor seemed to come alive.

"Kalis, don't make things difficult for him!"

"Even the knights of the King of Britain will eventually be my knights!"

"come in!"

Upon hearing this voice, the three people in front of the hall simultaneously knelt on one knee, bowed their heads, and responded:

"Yes!"

Hector glared at Callistini again before following Seleucus into the temple.

At this moment, there were only three people inside the temple.
Those attending to the throne,
One is Hector's father, an elderly knight with short black hair, a stern face, and wearing armor. He is also the chief of staff responsible for devising the strategy for the conquest of Britain, Parmanuel.

The second is a legal loli (young girl) with blonde hair tied up, a lovely face, wearing a blue and white robe, half-round-framed glasses, and a feather headdress.

However, upon seeing this person, Hector did not underestimate him at all because of his appearance. Instead, he quickly bowed his head and respectfully greeted him:

"My Lord Prophet."

Facing the third person, the tall figure on the throne, Hector dared not show the slightest disrespect, immediately kneeling on the ground alongside Seleucus, bowing his head deeply.

"His Majesty!"

Aristotle nodded and smiled:
"We were just talking about you when you arrived."

From the throne, that imposing female voice rang out once more. Hector tilted his head slightly and saw the figure on the throne propping her chin on her hand, staring at him with amusement, asking:
"Hector, you tell us—"

"Is Knight Edoardo really Edoardo?"

Speaking of this, Hector felt a surge of anger and replied in a deep voice:

“Your Majesty, Edoardo’s loyalty is beyond reproach, but the one who stole Edoardo’s honor is no knight!”

"That was just a thief who wasn't even a professional! He stole the glory and treasures that belonged to the knight Edoardo, and then shamelessly accepted Sir Hector's protection to leave."

The figure on the throne held a report summarizing the various parties' accounts of the matter.

He immediately shook his head and chuckled:

"Do you still believe that Edoardo is the real Edoardo? Those deeds alone cannot trigger the creation of a Noble Phantasm."

"The time when Edoardo left the army and the time when his body was found don't match up at all. Not to mention, making such a squire fight a Pendragon heir is no different from making him fight a humanoid dragon."

"There are inconsistencies in the testimonies of the cavalry and the phalanx legion. A soldier from the phalanx legion personally witnessed a blond, blue-eyed, young, handsome knight carrying roses galloping towards Bern Territory."

"Hector—"

Hear this,

Hector's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He knew perfectly well that there was something wrong with this messy affair, but he was just pretending not to see it for the sake of the treasure.
Now that the matter has been exposed, even with his father right beside him, if he angers the king, he might lose his position as commander of the cavalry regiment.

however,
The next moment, Hector, looking bewildered, did not hear the king's reprimand.
But -

"I ask you, what did that knight, that king, look like?" "Ah?"

Hector froze on the spot. When he came to his senses and tried to answer the king's question, he couldn't piece together the face of the thief who stole the treasure in his mind.
He did not meet with Suya.

Just then, a steady voice came Hector out of the predicament. Hector glanced over and saw it was his nominal superior, Seleucus.

"His Majesty,"

“Hector did not meet the knight, but I did see the face of the future king of Britain.”

The Conqueror King laughed: "Oh? Tell me about it!"

Seleucus respectfully stated, "Even as an enemy, I must admit that his appearance is unparalleled!"

"That king had golden hair as dazzling as the sun, clear blue eyes like emeralds, a handsome face that could easily captivate women, and a figure as delicate as a deer."

"Hahahaha, this is interesting!"

however,
Seleucus, who had anticipated Wang's reaction, shook his head and said in a deep voice:
“But Your Majesty,”

"I did not sense any regal aura from that king. If Sir Hector had not been by my side, I would have cut off this false king's head and presented it to you!"

"False King? Heh, Seleucus, you underestimate him."

The Conqueror King looked at the booklet in his hand and laughed with great interest:
"This king, all alone, traversed my army of ten thousand, creating a miracle and legend unique to him, known as Aido Ado. He even set up a stage right under your nose and put on a great show, making fun of you, who are hundreds of times stronger than him, at your fingertips—"

"Yet, all of you still underestimate him!"

"Interesting, so much fun!"

Seleucus frowned slightly, and asked in confusion, "Acting?"

The Conqueror King chuckled, his slender fingers tapping the throne as he said calmly:

“Hector died at my hands on the third day of the war, so how could he be by that king’s side on the seventh day?”

Seleucus immediately realized what was happening and asked in astonishment, "You mean, Sir Hector, whom I met?"

"It's fake?!"

The Conqueror King chuckled, propped himself up from his throne, and looked to his right.
"Teacher, what do you think?"

The little girl named Aristotle curled her lips into a slightly wicked, mischievous smile:

"No matter how deeds, legends, or even the physical body change, as long as the soul remains the same, a person is always the same version of himself. Therefore, he is not only the knight Edoardo, but also Arthur Pendragon, and even more so, the creator who shaped the character of 'Hector'."

"This king is worthy to be your queen!"

Upon hearing this, the Conqueror King was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter:

"To become my queen? Hahahaha, teacher, you really dare to say that!"

"I have just killed his father, buried his adoptive father, and am about to conquer his country, seize his knights, treasures, and land. And now, in this moment of crisis, he has just shown the qualities of a king. Yet you say that he is qualified to be my queen?"

Aristotle laughed:
"Isn't this exactly your grand ambition, King Conqueror!"

"This is something I shouldn't need to teach you; you, born a king, should already know it—"

The Conqueror King tapped the armrest of his throne with his finger, responding with laughter, nodded, and a smile played on his lips.

"Not bad!"

Her smile and the resonant, metallic tone of her voice blended majesty and crispness into a golden hue, which was then sprinkled throughout the entire temple.

"A true king is one who is more greedy than anyone else, laughs more heartily than anyone else, and is more ruthless than anyone else when angry, exhausting the good and evil of humanity—"

At this point, the Conqueror King suddenly stood up, his arrogant gaze sweeping across the faces of the assembled ministers in the temple.
As if discussing a matter of national importance, he said it heavily:
"I want to see him!"

"I want to see if he is worthy to be my queen!"

"Seleucus, tell me—who is the closest general to him right now?"

Seleucus's lips twitched slightly, and he sighed softly. For a moment, he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Fortunately, the king, who had always been indifferent to men, finally took a liking to a young man as beautiful as a delicate flower.

The bad thing is that this boy has a blood feud with her for killing her father, and is about to face the destruction of her country.
After thinking for a long time, he could only reply in a deep voice:

"It is your brother, Ptolemy."

After a moment's thought, the Conqueror King said, "Then tell him to immediately capture Sol City and block the open path ahead of time."

(End of this chapter)