The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

Before her eyes was a strange ring that looked like a mirror.

An unexpected scene unfolded within the ring floating in mid-air.

It was an ongoing battle for control of a town, with an exceptionally large disparity in numbers between the attacking and defending sides.

The attacking force consisted of a group of burly knights equipped with fine armor and weapons.

The defenders, on the other hand, were a group of poorly equipped guards, mainly armed with guns and swords.

Although the equipment gap between the two sides can be described as enormous.

However, the attacking side did not gain any advantage in this siege and the battle was still very difficult.

Ultimately, a siege force of less than a hundred men, even if composed entirely of knights, would be futile.

In contrast, the town's walls were guarded by more than three hundred soldiers, all of whom were armed with bows and arrows and remained on the walls, refusing to come out.

Such a disparity in combat strength is hard to believe, but the facts are undeniable.

Meanwhile, the white-haired man sat on the throne, observing the human battle from afar.

Throughout the town battle, her eyes remained fixed on Lancelot.

Throughout this battle, Lancelot consistently demonstrated extraordinary abilities; he was not only a battlefield commander but also a general, and a very outstanding one at that.

He has unique insights into command, is extremely quick to adapt in battle, and his tactics are very flexible. His combat record is also outstanding.

She valued a knight with such exceptional talent.

She believed that such a knight would never betray her, not because she believed in human honor.

Instead, it was simply a matter of having complete faith in one's own magic.

"Fight hard, Lancelot, and bring her to my side."

Morgan rested his cheek on his hand, watching Artoria, who was fighting alongside Lancelot, with amusement.

To attempt to form a cohesive unit based solely on these people—it's hard to say whether she's brave or foolish.

"Heh. It must have been tough for you, Lancelot. Well, perhaps it's better to let her end things halfway through..."

Just as Morgan was beginning to disapprove of his sister.

A bright red voice suddenly burst forth from the rear of the attacking side.

Her appearance dispelled much of the gloom on the battlefield.

"Ready, ignite!"

With a roar, a swift and decisive strike landed on the city gate.

With a series of loud booming sounds.

The city gate, which looked fairly sturdy, crumbled under this single sword strike.

With the breach in the city wall, the town's defenders went into a frenzy.

In an instant, more than three hundred people were like ducks crushed by a giant bear, some dying and others fleeing.

Seeing the situation was dire, some people inside the city rushed toward the gap in the city gate, but unfortunately, in such narrow terrain, their speed was undoubtedly as slow as a snail.

The soldiers had just reached the breach when their bodies were torn apart by a tremendous force, blood splattering everywhere.

This is the terrifying power of the Herald.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

After losing nearly half of their men, the guard captain finally realized what was happening, shouted, and led his men to rush into the breach.

But by this time, the city gate was already closed, and it was impossible for them to break it down again.

Inside the palace, Queen Morgan's eyes lit up when she saw this scene, revealing a hint of excitement.

"That was ruthless slaughter; no human could possibly possess such power. Who exactly is she?"

Looking at the mysterious girl who almost single-handedly turned the tide of the battle, Morgan was filled with many questions.

Chapter Nine: This is... the Sword of Chosen Kings!

She was certain that the girl was not human.

Because she could sense a unique aura emanating from her, an aura that was not unfamiliar to her and that she had even witnessed firsthand.

That was the aura of the gods.

This girl could not possibly be an ordinary human being.

Perhaps she is a deity walking among mortals, or perhaps a hero with divine blood.

Heroes like these are not uncommon in this world; they all possess, to varying degrees, the power bestowed upon them by their bloodline and divine artifacts.

Thinking of this, Morgan became slightly interested.

It seems my sister, who never gets angry, has found a very capable helper.

But even so, what does it matter?

In the end, she and her helpers will all fall to his hands.

"It seems this time the entertainment won't be so boring."

Queen Morgan gazed silently at the reflection in the mirror, waiting for Lancelot to bring Artoria to her.

...

The battle for control of the town went quite smoothly.

With the collapse of that city gate,

The town's garrison was thrown into chaos instantly.

They were simply unable to mount a strong counterattack.

Ultimately, with the knights' concerted efforts, the town's defenders either laid down their weapons and surrendered or were bravely killed.

Soon, Artoria arrived at the territory loyal to her.

Kiana and Lancelot followed on either side of her.

Behind them were knights whose armor was stained with blood; these conquerors were imposing and murderous.

But their steps were steady and their march was orderly, not like they were about to massacre the refugees and bandits in this small town.

However, the town's residents did not show much welcome towards this group.

"It seems the residents here aren't very welcoming to you?" Kiana asked.

“These people probably don’t know that this town already belongs to us; they just see us as enemies,” Artoria explained.

“Indeed.” Kiana nodded in agreement.

"Kiana, we need to find the town's administrators now and get rid of them," Artoria pleaded. "Could you please go look for them now? Let us know as soon as you find them."

"Yes, I will do it." Kiana accepted the order and left.

At this moment, Artoria looked at the residents of the town, a strange look flashing in her eyes.

“You don’t need to be so afraid. I’m not here to destroy this place,” Artoria said solemnly.

"Sir, what do you mean?"

At this moment, an old woman spoke up and asked.

The other townspeople, too, craned their necks to look at Artoria.

They all realized that this young girl was the leader of this unit.

Therefore, they were eager to know how the girl in front of them would handle this situation.

And it was under the watchful eyes of everyone that Artoria slowly raised the sword in her hand.

Do you recognize this sword?

The townspeople's eyes were drawn to the magnificent, golden greatsword that gleamed and exuded a regal aura.

Although most of them were just country bumpkins who only knew how to wield hoes.

But they could still confirm through these miraculous special effects that this sword was extraordinary.

"Could this be the Sword of the Chosen King that the wandering poet spoke of the other day?"

"? No doubt about it, absolutely! That poet said that whoever wields this sword will become the King of Britain!"

"Really? You can become king of Britain just by owning a sword? How feasible is this story?"

The girl before him, wielding the sword of the chosen king, was clearly filled with both curiosity and fear.

But even more than that, I felt admiration.

Because they knew that a woman with strong power, a powerful woman who could command such a large cavalry regiment, a woman with great charm and temperament.

"If you are willing, swear to me that I will be your guardian. I will bring peace and prosperity to this land, bring all evil to justice, and ensure that all wicked people receive their due punishment!"

Upon hearing Artoria's words, everyone was stunned, and then involuntarily revealed a look of surprise.

Choose the King's Sword!

They never imagined that a sword could have such high taste and status, and could be called a symbol of kings.

Moreover, this sword has such powerful abilities that it has chosen the symbol of a king. Doesn't that mean that if someone wields this sword, they can directly dominate the entire continent?

This is a very important matter!

This can be described as a major event that could significantly impact the global landscape!

In an instant, everyone's faces showed expressions of ecstasy and excitement.

How could they not be excited about something like this?

They no longer knew what language to use to express their current inner world.

But they were all certain that their emotions were now a thousand times more intense than before, because this matter was truly of paramount importance to them.

"Alright, now tell me your answers."

Artoria asked with her usual seriousness.