The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

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But this did not attract their attention.

After all, this handsome knight carried an air of melancholy.

In the near future, he will become a rare figure in the Knights because of this quality.

"Your skills are quite good."

Artoria looked at Lancelot and said calmly.

"Your combat skills are also very good."

"My skills aren't particularly advanced."

Lancelot said, looking down, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"But I can see that you have a heart that dares to move forward, you have this passion, so you should fight for that passion, and bravely move forward."

"My mission is to protect my lord and Princess."

Lancelot spoke again.

"I believe you can do it."

Artoria nodded.

Lancelot did not speak again.

He lowered his head and gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands.

"You all go out first. Let me talk to him alone. This is a secret between the two of us."

After hearing Artoria's words, everyone left the room.

"I know, I know you're a knight, and I know the rules of the Knights. I think we don't need to be too polite with each other."

Lancelot raised his head and looked at her.

"I know you are a member of the Knights, and you are also our lord's personal bodyguard, but your existence is for the purpose of protecting our lord, not just for protecting him alone. You have your own responsibilities."

Artoria continued.

"I can

Do your best to fulfill the tasks assigned by your lord.

Lancelot still said the same thing.

"You are excellent, but your excellence is not enough to make you a great knight. Therefore, I need you to learn and grow, instead of just being a guard by your lord's side."

Artoria looked at Lancelot and spoke, her words filled with a powerful emotional impact.

Lancelot remained silent after hearing her words.

He looked at the girl in front of him.

She is really beautiful.

Her beauty was no less than that of her younger sister, and perhaps even more striking.

Her beauty revealed a wisdom and composure that shocked him. He knew he was attracted to Artoria and had even begun to feel infatuated.

He didn't know if this was a good thing, but he knew he had to do something now; he wanted to stay and protect her.

Thinking of this, Lancelot gripped his sword tightly with both hands.

He wanted to show Artoria his determination through his actions.

"I don't want to waste any more time. Let's get started quickly, because I want to improve your skills as soon as possible."

"Artoria said."

"I see."

Lancelot nodded.

"My duty is to protect my lord, but now I have other duties."

"What are the other responsibilities?"

"It's to protect you."

Lancelot said, enunciating each word clearly.

Artoria was taken aback when she heard him say that.

"If it's because of honor, then I thank you."

Artoria looked at Lancelot and said.

"Yes, I'll help you, but now, I need to let you know whether you're a trustworthy friend."

Lancelot looked at her and said.

"I am certainly a trustworthy friend."

Artoria said, "You mean, you're willing to give your life to me?"

"Yes, my life belongs to my lord. I will do whatever my lord needs me to do without hesitation."

Lancelot nodded and said.

His eyes were incredibly resolute.

Artoria nodded when she saw his expression.

"I admire you and am willing to trust you, but I cannot entrust you to me until you become a great knight. This is also my lord's order."

"what?"

"What I mean is simple, Lancelot. Take care of yourself so you can better help me."

Although Artoria's tone was unusually calm, one could clearly hear the care and affection in her voice; these feelings were all displayed on her face without any concealment.

Lancelot looked at Artoria and swore he had never been so grateful to his lord. If he had not been chosen, he probably would not have been able to become Artoria's friend.

"Thank you."

Lancelot looked at Artoria and said.

"No need. If we become friends, I will transform you into a great knight, granting you greater power to fulfill your mission and uphold your honor and responsibility."

Artoria looked at him and said.

"Yes, sir. It is my pleasure."

Lancelot bowed to Artoria.

"Alright, then... let's begin our work."

Artoria nodded to him and said.

"Hmm. May I ask where you intend to attack first?"

Lancelot nodded and asked.

In this land that was still in the feudal period, the nobles were the class that held the power of discourse.

To become a nobleman, one must own land.

Unfortunately, those present are highly skilled, but lack a reliable territory to generate tax revenue.

Therefore, Artoria, who was all too familiar with the conquests and annexations among nobles, knew this very well.

What I need to do is conquer my own city.

What she needed was a territory of her own, a territory where she could safely station troops and defend against enemy attacks.

However, conquering a city is no easy task.

"My first goal is to conquer this city, and your second goal is to help me occupy it. This will become our bridgehead, and the unification of Britain will begin here."

Artoria explained to him.

"I understand. I will do my utmost to help you achieve this victory."

Lancelot said.

He is now a knight and a warrior, so naturally he cannot back down. He also hopes to become a powerful knight, a knight who can protect his lord.

"What I need is not your effort alone, but our combined effort. I believe in you."

"Artoria said."

"Yes, I will."

Lancelot said.

"Then let's set off now."

"good."

Lancelot said this to her, then turned and walked outside.

"Wait a moment."