The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

There are many names for this sword, and even many versions of its story.

Regardless of the version of the story, there is a nearly unchanging legend.

Whoever wields this sword will become the King of Britain...

Although this is just a legend without any basis, no one knows what the original version was.

But the lords were genuinely afraid, because they knew how their fools would react to such rumors.

Although they were fully aware that it was just a rumor.

But there were just too many people who believed this rumor.

As the saying goes, "three men can make a tiger," and over time, this broken sword, stuck in the stone for no apparent purpose, eventually became a symbol of the King of Britain.

This is truly speechless...

However, despite their silence, every one of the lords tried to draw that sword.

But in the end, they all failed...

Yes, it failed.

Selfish and extraordinary, they believed they could surely draw the sword and declare to their foolish subjects that they would one day become the Queens of Britain.

Unfortunately, they all failed in the end.

And now, a girl who has drawn the holy sword has appeared in everyone's sight.

No one knows who she is, what power she possesses, or why she was able to draw that sword.

But what everyone can be certain of is that she is now the holder of the King's Sword.

Does this mean she will become the Queen of Britain?

The lords were filled with fear...

It is precisely because of these concerns.

The attack Lancelot had anticipated did not occur.

This left her somewhat puzzled, but also secretly pleased.

After all, his own fame as king was not very high, so the nature of this war became that he had to cross the strait to come here and seize territory.

At least that's what she thought. And now that the next attack hasn't come, they can finally think things through, recuperate, and recruit more people.

Firstly, Lancelot had absolutely no interest in the militia.

After all, although this town covers a large area and there are many villages nearby, conscripting civilians would not have any effective effect on the war situation.

It serves no purpose other than increasing the burden of supplying materials.

To put it simply, she never placed her hopes on these ordinary people.

Yes, therefore her recruitment plan was to establish a knightly order.

Establishing a knightly order would require a great deal of expense. The first step would be to repair the town's fortress to serve as the knightly order's base.

Then they would spend a lot of money to hire traveling knights, or recruit wandering knights directly from nearby towns.

Don't think this is impossible.

You must understand that in Britain today, where boxing champions are rising in number, many lords have lost their lands, and their knights have naturally lost the lands they are supposed to support.

There were certainly deserters among them, but there were also definitely well-equipped, well-trained, and highly skilled individuals.

A master.

If we can recruit these people and build an invincible knightly order, then the dream of unifying Britain will be just around the corner!

Thinking about this fills Lancelot with boundless energy.

She was truly full of energy; no one had been in the town for more than 12 hours before she began making arrangements.

He renovated the knights' headquarters, brought his pets, and personally went to nearby towns to recruit knights with courtesy and respect.

Or you could visit the wandering knights stationed in the town and ask them if they would be willing to swear allegiance to the future king of Britain.

Through this series of operations, the knightly order, which originally existed only on paper, gradually took shape and grew from one or two people to dozens of people, with a trend of growing to over a hundred.

To be honest, achieving such success in such a short time has far exceeded Kiana and Artoria's expectations.

Of course, achieving financial success is not without its price; at least Lancelot's already pale face is now even paler.

She gets up earlier than the roosters crow and goes to bed later than the pigs in the sty.

Their excessive work ethic is truly heartbreaking.

Sometimes Artoria would come and urge them to rest, but she said that they would absolutely not rest until the Knights had developed a certain level of self-defense capability.

This serious attitude greatly exceeded Artoria's expectations.

Unable to persuade her otherwise, she had no choice but to seek help from Kiana.

"What? She's still working? Hmm, I really don't know how to put it."

Kiana didn't know much about Lancelot; the only thing she was certain of was his loyalty to King Arthur, also known as Artoria.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone mad in the future because he couldn't execute the king.

Therefore, if such a loyal person gets caught up in a strange circle, he won't be able to escape it anytime soon.

so...

I need to go and talk to her.

"Don't worry," Kiana looked up at the sky and realized it was already quite late. "Since she refuses to rest, let me tell her about the dangers of working overtime."

Kiana's face was filled with murderous intent as she said this, looking like she was about to kill someone.

To be honest, seeing her like this, Artoria started to regret it.

Whether she regrets it or not, Kiana is going to set off anyway.

"Wait for my good news."

After leaving those words, Kiana stormed off to Lancelot's office room in the castle.

It was a room located high up in the castle, with potted plants for decoration placed outside the wide door.

Above the door hangs a coat of arms bearing the Lancelot family crest.

Although there were no guards stationed here, Kiana somehow felt an imposing aura coming towards her.

"They really know how to pick a location."

Kiana thought to herself...

She then knocked on the door.

No response...

"Lancelot?"

Unconvinced, she called out inside, but no one responded.

That's strange. Could she have already fallen asleep?

After thinking it over, Kiana placed her hand on the iron doorknob and gently twisted it.

The door was thus removed...

"Oh dear, that was quite a commotion. Hmm, still no reaction? Where is she? Lancelot, where are you?!"

"Don't you know how to knock?"

A crisp, delicate click suddenly came from behind Kiana.

The voice was full of youthful energy, with a very pleasant timbre, as soothing as a bird's song.

"Why is there a girl here? Could she be Lancelot's sister?"

Without thinking, Kiana turned around and found a girl who barely reached her chest.

She had short, clean-cut silver hair, a round, full face, snow-white skin, and bright, expressive eyes.

Her rosy lips were slightly pouting, and for some reason, the girl in front of you gave off a lively and adorable feeling.

Her well-fitting armor added to her heroic and valiant air.

"you are?"

Looking at the cute and pretty girl in front of him, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

After all, it's highly suspicious that a girl like this would appear here...

Anyway, it was the first time he had ever seen it.

What's wrong with you?

Upon hearing Kiana's question, the girl looked puzzled, as if wondering, "How come you don't even recognize me?"

He casually walked past Kiana, entered the room, sat down at the round table Lancelot often used for his work, and began to handle official business.

His movements were fluid and natural, and apart from his head occasionally drooping due to drowsiness, there were no major problems.

His movements were so similar to someone else's that Kiana blurted out, "Are you Lancelot?"

"I'm glad you finally remembered my name?"

Lancelot, unaware that he had somehow become a woman, glanced at her impatiently.

The look in his eyes was as if he were wondering, "What's wrong with you? You don't even recognize me anymore?"

Until

It was only then that Kia Na realized this.

Lancelot, known as the Knight of the Lake, was King Arthur's most capable lieutenant.

Did she actually turn into a girl because of loneliness and overwork?

God!

This is truly an earth-shattering event.

How did she do it?