In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

The orc grumbled angrily and used his spear to defend against the three men's attack.

Two of the three had only received knight training, and Lancelot, the only one who had actually fought, did not have a deep understanding of orcs, so this battle was extremely difficult.

One orc caused a lot of trouble for the three young people, and even Kai suffered a minor injury.

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of fierce fighting, the three of them managed to kill the lone orc. The fatal wound was inflicted by Kai—a large hole in his chest.

The two people watching from behind are observing and commenting.

"Hey, Annoqing, you should know what kind of creatures orcs are, right?"

Anno nodded: "Of course I know, orcs are social, cannibalistic creatures."

Kai overheard their conversation, and, panting, he exclaimed in disbelief, "Uncle Anno, so that means..."

“There’s definitely an orc settlement around here,” Anno said with certainty.

"Then, what should we do?" Artoria's face was also grim. One orc had caused so much trouble for the three of them, what would happen if there were a group of orcs?

Lancelot, however, was not worried at all: "It's alright, Father will kill them all!"

Having been by Anuo's side for many years, he knew Anuo's strength best.

Merlin smiled, remaining unfazed by the hundreds of orcs appearing around him, and said casually, "Well then, Kay, Lia, let this former Grand Master of the British Chalk Knights demonstrate for you the strongest fighting force in Britain."

Anno had already drawn the Chalk Sword from its sheath, and a dense aura of malevolence spread out.

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Chapter 32: The British Foodie

Ten minutes later as well.

The area centered around Anor was littered with the remains of orcs, and crimson blood splattered across the ground. Yet Anor, amidst all this, remained calm, wiping his chalk sword, which was barely stained with blood, with a handkerchief.

The bright silver armor gleamed in the sunlight, and its outstanding temperament, coupled with its rugged appearance, deeply impressed the three children.

"Uncle Anno is so strong!" Kai exclaimed.

“Father is the strongest!” Anno’s adopted son, Lancelot, said proudly.

Artoria didn't speak, but looked at Anno with a hint of longing in her eyes.

“You are all very talented.” Anno sheathed the Chalk Sword and walked back. “Over the next year, I will train the three of you into the strongest killing machines.” His tone was as calm as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.

After that, Anno rarely took action, instead choosing suitable opponents to assign to the three little ones.

He only targeted humanoid creatures that yearned for flesh and war, and did not disturb the fairies, dwarves, and elves.

He will not disturb the peace of these kind creatures who have helped him during his past trials.

Anno is essentially a vengeful person, but also knows how to be grateful.

Therefore, what he cared about was not so much the country of Britain, but rather the bloodline of Pendragon, which was the main reason why he did not ascend the throne.

During the trio's training, Artoria was the most reckless and impulsive. Every time she saw an enemy, she would be the first to rush in, and then Kai and Lancelot would follow.

Artoria also suffered a lot of injuries as a result.

Then, in the evening, he would study with Merlin the knowledge required to be a king.

She was incredibly earnest and longing for it, which made her brother Kai sigh repeatedly.

"Why would this country choose to make a little girl its queen?" he murmured to himself.

“It was a two-way choice.” Anno sat by the campfire, a large piece of roasted meat in his hand. “Britain chose her, and she chose Britain, that’s all.”

"Hmm." Kai shook his head. "I don't really understand."

“Sometimes it’s better to be a little oblivious, especially when you’re a subject.” Anno stood up, patted Kai on the shoulder, smiled, and handed the roasted meat to Artoria.

Kai scratched his head. Wasn't the barbecue for me? And why is it better to be a little confused?

Lancelot sat to one side, holding another piece of roasted meat, watching with schadenfreude as Kai, who was being lectured, didn't even have any roasted meat yet.

"Ah, thank you, Mr. Anno!" Artoria turned around and happily took the roast meat from Anno's hand.

Then he ate it in a few bites.

Anno swallowed hard as he watched.

This is a piece of roasted meat as big as a thigh.

Although I knew from my time on Earth that Saber had a series of titles and achievements such as "British glutton" and "able to eat Britain into poverty," actually seeing him in person...

It's just incredible.

"Has she always eaten like this?" Anno asked Kai, picking up another piece of roasted meat and putting it on the campfire to roast.

Kai nodded as if it were a common occurrence: "Yeah, Leah has always had a good appetite, but no matter how much Leah eats, she never gets fat."

What an enviable physique...

Lancelot was focused on eating his meat; he hadn't even finished a quarter of his roast.

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Lanmarok, Gawain

Time flies when you're in the mountains; the years of experience always pass quickly.

In the midst of almost endless battles and studies, the three went from being active at the beginning to being silent now.

Over the past year, all three have undergone a transformation, becoming less frivolous and less impulsive.

The biggest change was in Artoria. Before this, Artoria's biggest problem was her recklessness, but after facing a fantasy species that could rival dragons, she forced herself to stop charging around recklessly.

Because of that battle, due to her recklessness, Kay and Lancelot were seriously injured while trying to save her. Kay was left with a vertical scar on her forehead, and Lancelot almost lost a leg.

The three of them could have worked together to defeat the fantasy creature, but they were ultimately brutally killed by the enraged Anno.

Afterwards, Artoria was unusually scolded by Merlin, but Lancelot and Kai did not blame her; instead, they wanted to comfort her.

Gratitude and regret were buried deep in Artoria's heart.

"For a king, leading by example is a noble virtue, but to plunge one's subjects into misery through recklessness is the folly of a king," Merlin said earnestly.

Anno was taking care of Lancelot, who was the most seriously injured, when he heard Merlin's words and couldn't help but purse his lips.

King Uther actually did it back then, but sometimes, foolishness is necessary.

Sacrifice, after all, is something that can never be avoided.

However, he didn't say it.

In short, a year has passed. Lancelot and Kai have become formidable warriors, while Artoria has barely met the requirements to become queen.

It was time for the group to set off back to Camelot.

Inside the royal city of Camelot.

The capital city of Camelot remains in chaos, a state of disorder that has persisted since Anno disbanded the Knights of the White Chalk. The capital city is currently controlled by a few powerful noble families, while the royal court is deserted.

Thanks to the efforts of the former Knights of the Cretaceous Order, no one dared to lay a finger on the royal court.

A burly knight walked along the road of Camelot's royal court.

His name was Lanmarok. He was originally a prince of a small country near Britain. After his father attempted to seize Britain and was swept away by the British Glory Knights led by Anno, Lanmarok, who had little influence in the royal family, approached Anno and expressed his desire to join his knightly order.

The reason was simple: Anno's powerful martial arts skills and imposing presence deeply attracted him.

Lanmarok was obsessed with martial arts, and his marksmanship was superb. At a young age, he could fight five people at once. Anno also saw his potential and agreed to let him join the British Glory Knights.

Until the Knights of Glory were renamed and disbanded, he rose to the position of vice-commander of the Knights of Chalk solely based on his spear skills.

For now, he is responsible for guarding the main gate of the Camelot Royal Court.

His commander, the Chalk Knight Anno, told him before he left that he was going to find the heir to the throne and that he must protect the throne until he returned.

He did as he was told, even though in his heart, the wise, skilled, and knowledgeable Anno was the one who should be sitting in that chair.

"Brother Lanmarok." A voice came from the side.

Lanmarok looked up and saw a boy with light blond hair.

The boy's name is Gao Wen, and he is a little over eight years old.

The boy would come to keep Lanmarok company every day, bringing him food and other things.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: The Destiny One Yearns For

"Hey, Gawain." Lan Malok looked at the little boy and smiled kindly. "Weren't you with your brother again today?"

Little boy Gawain shook his head and pouted, "Brother Agguiwen needs to receive his mother's guidance and doesn't play with me at all."

Gawain was the second son of Morgan Fiennes, a British princess, and the king of a small country, while Agravivan was their eldest son and Gawain's brother.

Morgan Filer did not marry Arnold, so King Uther married her off early, and she gave birth to Agraviton when she was fourteen or fifteen years old.

Women in this era tended to marry and have children early, and frequent wars required a large population.

Gawain walked over and sat down with Lanmarok.

"Why does Brother Lanmarok sit here every day?" Gawain asked, puzzled.

Lanmarok is 19 years old this year, and Gao Wen can barely call him "brother".

“I’m waiting for someone,” Lanmarok sighed. “Waiting for the King of Britain, and also for my commander, my idol.”

"Lanmarok's idol?" Gawain was surprised. In his opinion, Lanmarok was already very strong. "Stronger than Lanmarok?"

Lanmarok grinned, "That's for sure! Commander Anno's martial arts are at the pinnacle of all humanity!"

“Commander Anno?” Gawain thought for a moment, but he really couldn’t imagine what “the pinnacle of human martial arts” would look like. However, he did remember something else. “I remember my mother mentioning this name.”

“It’s normal for your mother to know Commander Anno; I remember they’ve known each other.” Lanmarok recalled for a moment, “It seemed like Princess Morganfield was a little afraid of Commander Anno back then?”

"Sigh? Why is Mother afraid of that Anno?"

"I don't know." Lanmarok shook his head; he was generally not interested in these court gossips.

Just then, a group of people appeared at the city gate of Camelot.

Anno remained unchanged, wearing his bright silver armor and with a solemn expression.

Standing in front of him was Artoria Pendragon, dressed as a man. She was also wearing armor and had a longsword at her waist. She was currently fidgeting and nervously playing with her ahoge (cowlick) to distract herself.