I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 44 More Brilliant Things
Lucan never imagined that his path to heroism would begin with feeding a king.

But now, the problem is already in front of us!

After finishing tonight's meal, the cooks and cavalry regiment were on the verge of running out of food.

Moreover, including the time for the cavalry regiment to eat and feed Suya, it already exceeds three hours. Two meals a day adds up to six hours. Add to that the time spent training Suya and handling miscellaneous tasks, and this will inevitably reduce the daily marching time by eight hours.
They would have to replan their route if they wanted to reach Sol City on time.

But these are all minor issues; the most crucial problem is—

Where can we get enough food for the cavalry and that king?
Thinking of this, Lukan could only go to the front of the camp to find Dagonit, who was arranging for people to set up camp. After informing him of the matter, he took out a map from his pocket with a stern face and slapped it on the grass.

The two Knights of the Round Table began to examine their route.

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at this time,

Dagonit had barely processed the shock the king had given him that morning when Lukan brought him this news about the Khagan.

However, this is ultimately a matter of livelihood and life.

Dagonet stroked his upturned mustache, pondered for a moment, pointed to the map, and said with difficulty:

"We have two roads to Sol. One is the highway we have always used, which connects the castles to each other and to various fortified cities."

"The other is a rural dirt road that was maintained by the local estate owners themselves,"

"Affected by the magical tide in the center of the continent, many years ago, ancient behemoths and beasts began to revive and mutate in various places. These were either resolved by the knights and priests of the manors in various places or entrusted to others for handling."

"However, as you know, the entire Cornwall is on the verge of falling. The knights of the manor are either going to the battlefield or retreating to the rear. No one is dealing with these beasts, and with the facilities being abandoned, the magical tides and the gathering of behemoths, something even more terrifying is bound to be awakened."

Dagonet, trying to appear impartial, coughed and, shrinking his neck, suggested:
“I don’t recommend taking this route,”

"If we masters were to encounter monsters like the Celtic, the Water Monster, the Stonehenge Giant, the Beanstalk Giant, the Kraken, or the Ketera, we wouldn't be enough to fill their stomachs."

Lukan stared at the map, his eyes red, and looked up to ask:
"Where will we get the food?!"

"These castles along the highway have been scraped countless times. Forget about food, they probably didn't even leave us a single wild vegetable!"

"And if my judgment is correct, before we arrive in Sol City, if we can provide that brat with enough food and professional guidance..."

"Perhaps we can turn the fake into the real!"

Dagonit's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly tried to dissuade him:
"Wait, Lukan, you don't really want to hunt a giant beast, do you? No, how much money did that kid give you to go to such lengths?"

“I just checked this road. The bridges and road signs along the way have been destroyed at some point. It will be very difficult to travel this road, although it will shorten our time to reach Sol City.”

“It only takes a day to reach the bridgehead, Pandenburg, by crossing this road.”

"But who knows what kind of danger we might encounter!"

Lucan raised his hand to stop the other person from continuing and asked:

"You know this place well, so just tell me directly, what's there to eat here? Something high in calories!"

Dagonet's lips twitched slightly, and he could only weakly list a few things on his fingers:

"A shapeshifter, a monster that flew over from Ireland. If it turns into a bird, its wings taste pretty good."

"Black Dog, a giant black dog with fire-breathing eyes and the size of a calf."

"Morgan, a type of sea serpent known as the 'Cornnean Sea Monster'."

Lucan nodded, took a deep breath, and pulled Dagonet to his feet:
"lead the way!"

"What? Me? Wait, just the two of us? Going to fight those monsters?"

"No, we must also bring our king."

"In order for him to become a qualified swordsman in just seven days, some training is essential."

"Now, let's confirm the route first."

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night is deep,
The full moon shines quietly on the campsite below.

Suya regained her senses from the blackout.

At this moment, his body had fully recovered to the level before he transmigrated, and this did not seem to be the limit. His body was still undergoing a subtle transformation.

He glanced around at the group of knights in front of him, who were so exhausted they couldn't even get up, and were fast asleep with pots and pans in their arms.

While traveling, Suya overheard some exaggerated comments about himself being whispered among the knights, and gradually realized that something seemed amiss with his body.

Subjectively, Su Yaming felt that she had eaten less than two bowls of rice, and even now, right after finishing the meal, her stomach was still empty.
But in reality, looking at the knights in front of him as if they had just fought a fierce battle, Suya had to admit that he alone was so desperate that he needed an entire knight order to serve him just to complete the act of 'eating'.

But why is that?
Whether it's her even more outrageous talent for spotting fakes than before she transmigrated, her talent for imitating counterfeits, or her now-revealed ability to eat enormously,
There's something slightly off about my body.
Is it because of this thing called 'Battle Mark'?

Suya murmured as she raised her hand, looking at the strange white lines that stretched from her wrist to her fingertips.
Compared to the daytime, these lines had grown a bit more, barely forming the beginnings of a diamond shape on her wrist. And just as Suya was questioning her existence...
A figure bathed in moonlight slowly approached from behind.

"This is the first time I've ever seen battle markings that grow silently within muscles, appearing so exaggeratedly on the surface of the body."

It was Merry's voice.

The magician girl leaped out from the shade of the trees behind her, squatted on a white stone next to Suya, pointed to the lines on Suya's wrist, and said:

"Based on the records of magicians dissecting the professional advancement processes of some individuals,"

"This kind of thing is a byproduct that appears after training combat skills."

"After completing combat skills training, these patterns called 'combat runes' will appear in the muscles and meridians of a professional. However, even now, we still cannot figure out what these things are."

"It cannot bear strength, nor can it enhance physical strength."

"However, what ultimately matured alongside this pattern was something else truly magical,"

"The knights and warriors call it 'qi'."

"Assassins call it 'chakra'."

Suya turned her head slightly, her gaze tracing the contours of the girl's face in the moonlight, and asked curiously:

"Qi? You seem to have said that it's an essential thing for becoming a high-level swordsman. Could it be that these patterns are actually channels that carry that kind of magical power? Something like the Eight Extraordinary Meridians?"

"Unfortunately, that's not the case." Melly shook her head, rested her head on her hand, thought for a moment, and explained:
"A person who possesses battle markings may not necessarily possess aura."

"And those who possess Qi may not necessarily have more or denser battle markings than other professionals."

"These two are not related by inheritance. Rather, their relationship is more like an abstract concept somewhere between the chicken and the egg."

"but,"

"I heard from people in my hometown—"

"It carries something greater and more brilliant."

At this point, Mary's eyes dimmed slightly, but she immediately narrowed them into crescent moons and chuckled.
"However, this is all a lie."

"My dream wasn't actually to become a magician. I used to practice with a sword, but..."

"I never understood what that more dazzling thing was until the very end."

Suya sat up a little straighter and asked softly:
"So, Mary, what are you trying to say?"

Mary stood up, hands behind her back, and tiptoed down from the rock. She turned in the moonlight, seemingly hinting at something, or perhaps reminding someone of something, and spoke slowly:

"Legend has it that those who can condense battle runes into emblem shapes are heroes who appear only once in a thousand years. They may be dragon slayers, kings who rule over millions, valiant warriors who fight against evil, or wandering poets who have experienced countless legends."
But they share one thing in common: they are destined to bear a fate that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

"The moment this emblem was completed,"

"You will definitely face a choice,"

At this point, Meryl paused, then said in a solemn voice:

"And by then, I hope you will be able to face the choices in your heart."

"Then,"

Choose a path that you will never regret.

Suya blinked, not quite understanding the meaning behind the magician girl's words.
But only at this moment could he see the most genuine and sincere emotions in the girl's eyes—a look that was almost pleading.
And a complex mix of heavy hatred and regret.

Feeling inexplicably ashamed under Suya's stare, Mary thought she was incredibly stupid for saying those words out of nowhere, as if she were standing naked in front of Suya.

She pursed her lips, turned her back, and hurried towards the sleeping tent.
"Gulp~ Hmm. Why are you looking at me like that? I'm warning you not to make any wild guesses."

"It's time to go to bed."

"This is just a reminder from a fellow card player. It's okay if you don't listen; just pretend you're dreaming."

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