The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Merlin then pulled

He glanced at his white cloak, then turned to Kiana beside him and said, "I need to leave for a while. Please take good care of her."

"I can."

Kiana did not refuse.

Rather, she couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

After being transported to this world in the mythological era, she realized through exploration that she was located on the eastern continent adjacent to Britain.

The system immediately gave her a mission: to travel west to Britain and help King Arthur seize the throne and rule the entire country.

Although the task is simple, the rewards are extremely generous.

But Kiana knew very well that missions like this, filled with grand narratives and almost mythical stories, were extremely difficult to carry out and involved a great many steps.

First and foremost, I suppose I need to gain the approval of this still young Knight King.

Thinking of this, Kiana took a deep breath and continued to assure Merlin, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt her."

"Well, that would be best if it could be that way, but... what I really mean is, I hope you can keep an eye on her so she doesn't hurt anyone else."

Merlin gave some instructions and then left.

He was so worried that Artoria might accidentally hurt someone that he didn't forget to give Kiana some more instructions before leaving.

He also added that since there are not many supporters and the reputation is not yet great, the unification issue can be put on hold for the time being.

"Well... alright." Trusting Merlin, Artoria didn't try to persuade him to stay.

She knew very well that this man's whereabouts were very mysterious, and that he would tell her where he went next if necessary.

However, he won't reveal too much information unless it's necessary, and it's useless to ask him.

Since things had come to this, we had no choice but to let him go.

"I wonder what they went there to do. Perhaps they went to report and discuss things with the fairies?"

If he returned to Avalon, then Merlin might not be able to return for a very long time.

During this time, should I... act together with this strange girl?

Why would Merlin trust her so much?

Artoria looked at Kiana.

Kiana was also looking at her.

The two locked eyes, both exuding a heroic spirit and neither willing to yield.

Although it's not nice to say it like that, Kiana could sense a hostility in Artoria's eyes.

Artoria could also sense hostility in her eyes.

It can only be said that the two parties have not been together for very long, which is why this is the result of their time together.

"I haven't had a chance to ask your name yet. May I ask if your name is Kiana Kaslana?"

Finally, after staring at each other for a long time, Artoria, in a chivalrous manner, slowly extended her hand.

Seeing her extend her smooth, jade-like hand, which resembled a baby's, Kiana reached out and shook it.

"Yes, my name is Kiana Kaslana. An unknown traveler, my current goal is to help you obtain the throne of Britain."

"Kaslana... that's a surname I've never heard of before. Are you of noble birth, and have you pledged your allegiance to me for honor and status?"

After Artoria released her grip, she asked quite bluntly.

Although she was forced into exile shortly after birth, she was raised according to the standards of an heir to the throne.

Therefore, she had some understanding of the rules among the nobility.

Generally speaking, in Britain, people with surnames are either nobles or kings.

Once one obtains noble status, that noble is a true noble, possessing real power and the authority to command troops. Moreover, it is Britain's highest strategic armed force, and the only one capable of commanding troops.

"A nobleman? I've never seen myself that way. I'm a warrior, a pure warrior. Of course, you can consider me a nobleman if you wish,"

Kiana replied.

"A mere warrior? If you only crave war, then you may not be able to join this glorious cause."

After hearing Kiana's answer, Artoria turned around and refused.

In her view, if it weren't for glory and power, Kiana's only goal might be pure killing.

This is something she finds hard to accept, and she will not accept it.

"No, I didn't come here to fight."

Realizing that Artoria had misunderstood her, Kiana denied it.

Are you kidding me? Why would I need to come to you for a fight? Wouldn't it be better to just wipe out all the rebellious nobles in this land?

As a Herrscher, the destroyer of civilization, Kiana is confident that she can accomplish this unparalleled feat.

After all, although the humans of this era have not developed a high-tech civilization, they possess special abilities similar to magic.

Therefore, in such a world, one's own strength is guaranteed.

"Not here to fight? Then Kiana, can you tell me why you've come?"

Artoria seems to take this issue very seriously.

She valued it so much that if Kiana didn't make things clear, she wouldn't even consider bringing him home.

After all, according to Merlin, he would be working with this girl for a long time in the future.

If she is a person with ulterior motives, then wouldn't I be associating with wolves?

"Me? Hmm..."

Although Artoria didn't show it very obviously, Kiana keenly sensed the young king's distrust of her.

Clearly, the way they got in by following Merlin's lead was too simplistic and crude, to the point that even Artoria began to have doubts.

I need to dispel her doubts...

Kiana stared at the righteous king before her for a while, then recalled the King Arthur that existed in her memory.

After a brief moment of thought, she placed one hand over her heart and explained in an incredibly sacred tone: "I have come under the guidance of a supreme being to examine whether the King of Britain is capable of unifying Britain with virtue."

"Guided by the unseen forces? Are they fairies?"

"I don't know," Kiana threw the question back at her. "You know a lot about fairies?"

When Artoria was asked this question, her eyes clearly became hesitant.

After a moment, she shook her head helplessly.

Although she couldn't figure out Kiana's background, she felt that Merlin's judgment was probably correct.

"I hope our cooperation will be successful. Now let's go back."

Artoria concealed the Sword of the Chosen, then beckoned to Kiana and began walking towards the end of the wheat field.

Kiana finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Kiana had stopped doubting her.

It's clear that compared to the future Artoria, the Artoria who hasn't yet become a queen is still much more naive.

"Perhaps it's because they haven't experienced betrayal?"

Kiana thought to herself, then took a step and followed.

The wheat fields are in the midst of harvest season, with golden wheat covering the ears of grain.

The small flowers exude an enticing fragrance, while the wheat seedlings are laden with plump, round grains of wheat, looking extremely tempting.

Is this a bountiful harvest season? Perhaps it's a good omen for you.

Kiana smiled as she looked at the ears of wheat.

After hearing her blessing, Artoria stopped in her tracks.

"A good harvest alone doesn't seem to prove anything. If you're just flattering me, please stop now. I'm not swayed by sweet talk."

With just a few words, Kiana overturned her previous understanding.

It must be said that these are words that King Arthur would actually say.

Does she already possess the aura of the future?

Just as Lancelot said, he is indeed a solitary king...

Kiana's attempt to strike up a conversation backfired, so she stopped talking and simply went with King Arthur to her residence.

A...thatched hut that looks very dilapidated?

Although the houses here are thatched with golden straw, their appearance is extremely simple.

However, Artoria did not express the slightest doubt.

She wasn't very picky about the house she lived in.

“I live in this dilapidated house. If you don’t mind, please come in. If you need anything or if there’s anything inconvenient, please don’t hesitate to ask. I can help with the housework.”

Artoria gestured an invitation to Kiana.

“I don’t have any special requests, and you don’t need to be so polite.”

Kiana replied calmly.

"But you are. If you're not entirely satisfied with your accommodation, perhaps I can help you with something."

"No, luxurious accommodations will erode one's fighting spirit. As a knight, I must always maintain my inner nobility."

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Hearing Artoria's reply, Kiana didn't press the matter, and she took the lead in entering the simple little house.

The house was very simply furnished, with only a worn-out bed and no other special decorations.

On either side of the bed were two dilapidated wardrobes, and inside the wardrobes were several sets of clothes.

Needless to say, there must be women's clothing in there.

On the other side is the kitchen.