The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Those resolute eyes held both astonishment at the scene before them and confusion about where the two were headed.

The knight simply sat on his horse and watched from a distance, without giving any orders for the time being.

The knights who were chasing him looked at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, a slightly younger-looking knight approached:

"Lord Lancelot, according to the people we just captured, the two escaped into the woods."

"In the woods...is this king afraid of me?"

"Uh..."

The knight remained silent.

They came here following Lancelot, who claimed he wanted to see what the legendary future king of Britain was really made of.

Although they traveled across oceans and straits for such reasons, they considered this journey a noble meeting of knights.

The spirit of chivalry inspired them to also look forward to meeting the king.

However, it seems that a small problem has arisen...

"Lord Lancelot, did that wizard Merlin deceive us?"

“I don’t know, but I’m certain he’s hiding something. Let’s go and see what kind of demeanor this king really has.”

With that, Lancelot waved his hand and led his men toward the woods.

...

In the dense forest.

The sound of horses' hooves pounding the earth came from afar, the dense and heavy clatter of hooves indicating that pursuers were about to arrive.

Seeing this, Kiana called out to Artoria, who was walking.

"what happened?"

"Stop running, they're coming on horseback, and if we leave now, we'll definitely be caught."

Kiana analyzed calmly.

"Does that mean we're doomed to lose this wave of attacks?"

Artoria gripped the Chosen Sword tightly, feeling the thrill of a life-or-death decision.

Now she truly felt the cruelty of a life-or-death duel.

However, it hasn't reached the point of life or death yet.

At least Kiana felt that for Artoria in her current state, taking on a hundred enemies seemed a bit too much to ask.

Therefore, in order to avoid a bloody battle, he took out the Dust Song Pot.

"Let's go inside and hide. These people will disperse when they can't find us."

With that, Kiana took Artoria's hand and entered the Dust Song Pot.

As the smoke effect appeared, Lancelot and his knights arrived late.

All they saw were trees.

Where are they???

Lancelot roared angrily.

"Lord Lancelot, they must be hiding under one of those trees!"

A guy who looked like a team leader quickly said.

"forest!!"

Yes, yes!

"You all need to search the trees thoroughly right now and find them, otherwise..."

"knew!"

The knight immediately led his men to search for it.

...

Dust Song in the Pot.

"Haha, they won't be able to find us now!"

Kiana laughed heartily.

"So your amazing artifact has this kind of use?"

Artoria, seeing Kiana's actions, asked curiously.

"That's true, but I don't usually use that to dodge!"

Kiana explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Artoria stopped asking questions.

"Let's rest for a bit and continue our journey when it gets dark."

Kiana suggested.

She also rolled up her sleeves and eagerly asked Artoria, "What do you want to eat tonight? I thought the roast meat from the Paimon Cult was pretty good, let's make it tonight?"

"Um...um, I'll try my best to help."

Artoria nodded, agreeing to Kiana's suggestion.

Although they were locked in a life-or-death struggle one second, they started discussing cooking the next. The change was indeed quite rapid.

But it's not a big problem. Anyway, I don't mind suffering a little pain and getting hurt, as long as I don't go hungry.

And so, while Lancelot and his knights were searching, sweating profusely...

The two of them acted as if nothing had happened and started roasting meat in the Chenge Pot.

Lunch later will surely be exceptionally delicious...

Chapter Seven: Queen Morgan, Who Loves Pranks

Outside the woods.

Lancelot and his men had been searching the vicinity.

However, he did not give up.

After all, everyone present was an elite knight under their command. If they couldn't even find these small obstacles, what right did they have to be knights, and what face did they have to rule over these knights?

"Lord Lancelot, look here..."

A leading knight pointed ahead and spoke.

Lancelot looked in the direction the knight pointed and saw three corpses lying beside a stream.

The corpses were shriveled up, with no flesh visible, just a skeleton.

It seems that the three of them were killed here...

How is this going?

Lancelot frowned and asked.

They've been searching for Kiana and Artoria these past few days and haven't paid any attention to the surrounding area.

"I think this is where they left their traces. Let's follow those traces."

"kindness."

So Lancelot led his men to continue their search along the stream.

...

"Phew...finally found them. Looks like they're hiding in the bushes."

Lancelot stood atop a towering tree canopy, gazing out into the distance.

He saw a white-haired, green-eyed woman standing at the top of a tree branch with her back to him.

Who are you?!

A knight rushed over, pointed at the woman, and shouted.

"Who are you? I don't understand what you're saying. I'm looking for my sister, Artoria."

The woman answered without turning her head.

"snort..."

Seeing this, Lancelot snorted coldly, it seemed that the other party did not intend to cooperate.

Since that's the case, the only solution is to use force.

Thinking of this, he drew his long sword from his waist and aimed it at the woman.

"Who are you, and why are you here?"

"Lord Lancelot!"

"Lord Lancelot, this woman has suddenly appeared before us for some unknown reason!"

"Could she... be the legendary Queen Morgan?"

...

Lancelot's followers knelt and shouted, their faces filled with fear and pleading.

Lancelot smiled coldly, brandished his longsword, and thrust it at the woman.

He believed that as long as his attack hit, the woman would definitely be killed in one blow!

However, to Lancelot's disappointment, his sword did not pierce the woman.

The woman seemed to have anticipated Lancelot's attack, so a faint light appeared on her body, blocking the longsword's thrust.

"What!"

Lancelot exclaimed in astonishment, never expecting that his attack would be blocked by a thin layer of light.