The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

"Looks like we're still a bit short."

阿尔托

Lia sighed softly.

Although the shadowy figure was chopped into dust, no blood flowed out, indicating that it had vanished into nothingness.

"Come on, let's fight together!"

After saying this, she brandished her sword and charged towards the group of monsters.

Along the way, monsters had no chance to get close to her and were killed by sword energy. Blood splattered on her body, staining her clothes red, but she was completely unaware and continued to wield the King's Sword to slash at the monsters around her.

Ultimately, after considerable effort, the group of men in black who appeared out of nowhere were all wiped out.

Although they won the final victory, Artoria and Lancelot's remaining forces were also wiped out.

These knights were not just cannon fodder recruited at will.

The vast majority of them were men with titles and a strong sense of honor.

Now, with Lancelot's arrival, the still relatively unknown King Arthur has died in a foreign land.

It's hard not to feel a little sad.

Artoria felt quite sorry for the deaths of these people.

She plunged her sword into the earth, looked around at the devastated battlefield, and her eyes revealed a rare hint of confusion and sadness.

Who would have thought that just a few days ago, she was merely a lowly squire, oblivious to the cruelty of the battlefield?

Now, she has become the master of a territory...

It all felt like a dream.

All of this felt like a dream to Artoria at this moment.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the full moon in the sky.

"We still have a long way to go, we can't give up like this!"

"Um!"

Lancelot nodded emphatically.

"How is your injury healing? We must leave here as soon as possible!"

"I'm almost fully recovered!"

"Then let's go!"

Artoria stood up and walked away into the distance.

Her walking posture was very elegant, just like a goddess, noble and graceful.

Seeing Artoria's back, Lancelot suddenly froze.

An image of a white-haired girl who looked remarkably like her involuntarily surfaced in his mind...

"Artoria, why does your back look so familiar?"

Upon hearing Lancelot's question, Artoria suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned and stared unblinkingly at Lancelot.

"What did you say?"

"No, I just feel that you remind me of someone I've met before."

"Someone you've met?"

Artoria frowned, staring intently at Lancelot, hoping to find a loophole.

"I don't seem to remember anyone by that name, but..."

At this point, Lancelot suddenly fell silent.

Although, subconsciously he felt he should reveal the woman's identity.

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he found that he could not go against the woman no matter what.

Artoria felt a strange unease as she looked at Lancelot's suddenly somber expression.

"Artoria, I..."

"It's nothing, I just found it strange. I won't pry if you don't want to talk about it."

"Um."

Lancelot nodded, his expression returning to calm.

"Alright, you two."

Seeing the somewhat awkward atmosphere between the two, Kiana, who had been standing silently by her side, interjected, "Now that this place is occupied, what are you planning to do next? Send letters to the nobles throughout the continent, making them swear allegiance to you?"

"That's exactly what I'm planning to do."

Artoria nodded in reply.

To be honest, Kiana really didn't expect her to agree.

Is it really a good thing to be so decisive and efficient?

Kiana held the opposite view.

Fortunately, their conversation immediately caught Lancelot's attention.

"No, that won't work."

The seasoned nobleman shook his head, spreading his hands helplessly at Artoria and Kiana, saying, "Given our current size, sending out letters indiscriminately will only invite ridicule. I suggest Your Majesty take a break for a while. After all, I don't have many men left."

"We really don't have many people left."

Artoria also agreed with Lancelot's words.

"So what should we do?"

Upon hearing this, Lancelot was also confused.

He also knew the seriousness of the matter.

Therefore, we must find a solution.

"Leave this to me."

Lancelot patted his chest and assured him, his eyes filled with determination.

Seeing that he had said that, Artoria nodded, and then said:

"You? Are you really going to take on this mission?"

"Of course, please believe me, Your Majesty."

"Alright, I'm now handing over full control of recruitment and finances to you, Kiana."

"Huh? Me?" Kiana, who had been inexplicably dragged into this, looked completely bewildered.

What does it mean?

Should I recruit soldiers myself?

But... I've never done this kind of stupid thing before!

Upon hearing Artoria's appointment, Lancelot's face showed a hint of surprise.

He never expected that Artoria would entrust him with all the financial and recruitment powers; it was simply unbelievable.

But he knew very well Al

Toria was not lying.

Artoria wouldn't joke about something like this.

"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty. I will certainly do my best to handle this matter well!"

Lancelot bowed respectfully in thanks.

Artoria smiled slightly, said nothing, and continued walking forward.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Lancelot expressed his concern.

"I want to be alone for a while."

Artoria's tone revealed a hint of weariness.

It was clear that the series of battles and the confrontation with powerful enemies had left the young girl quite exhausted.

Realizing this, Lancelot nodded and then ordered his men to escort Artoria to rest.

He then turned to Kiana and politely asked, "It's a pleasure working with you, Miss. Could you tell me about your experience in handling domestic affairs?"

"..."

Kiana stared at the polite knight before her, unsure how to respond.

After thinking it over, she shook her head and said honestly, "I have absolutely no experience."

"Alright. You can do whatever you want, I won't stop you. Just don't get in my way."

After saying this, Lancelot turned and left, beginning his relentless, tireless work ethic dedicated to Artoria...

Chapter Eleven: Working Overtime Turns You into a Beautiful Girl!

Although Lancelot became the administrator of a territory shortly after crossing the strait, the change of regimes in this world is actually quite frequent.

So this is not surprising, the only thing that can be said to have a huge impact is the attitude of the surrounding lords.

Because Britain was in a period of chaos and war at this time, each lord had his own ambition to become king and dominate the country.

Therefore, most lords held a hostile attitude towards this group of knights who came from the strait.

However, they have not yet led their troops to attack, not because these guys have suddenly developed some chivalrous spirit.

It was simply because they learned from their spies that Artoria possessed the British Holy Sword.

The King's Sword... also known as the Steel-Cutting Sword, the Sword of Kings.