The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

"But...but why?"

Lancelot still couldn't understand what Kiana was thinking.

"No buts. They trust me now, so I will now take you to see the monarch you know."

After saying that, Kiana turned and left.

"monarch?"

Lancelot watched Kiana's departing figure and murmured involuntarily.

Can she now be called a monarch?

I wonder how she will react after seeing so many disaster victims.

Will you blame her, or feel gratified by Kiana's kindness?

Lancelot was very interested in this question.

interest.

...

Large numbers of guards were gathered on the town's walls.

Just like when they dealt with the siege a few days ago, these guards were carrying weapons such as bows and crossbows.

The town has abundant resources of falling rocks and boiling oil on the city walls, which enable it to cope with a large number of enemy troops.

Today is the day when a formidable enemy strikes.

As the lord, Artoria naturally couldn't stand idly by, so she decisively went to the city gate to oversee the battle.

Looking down from the city gate, you can see a dense, dark mass of people.

These ragged people gathered together, creating a peculiar spectacle of a bustling crowd.

Looking at the scene below the city walls, Artoria, as the lord, gradually became serious.

"Strange...why are there still so many of them? And why did they attack ahead of schedule?"

If I remember correctly, I had previously entrusted Kiana with the task of dealing with the disaster victims and their leader, right?

Why does this happen?

Could it be... that Kiana is in danger?

The idea had barely crossed her mind when Artoria immediately rejected it.

Kiana's strength is exceptionally formidable, making it virtually impossible for her to fail in her decapitation strike.

"It can't be, Kiana will be alright, she definitely won't be in any trouble, yes... she definitely won't be in any trouble," Artoria kept reassuring herself.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly broke out below the city.

Immediately afterwards, shouts of battle rang out, followed by a hail of arrows.

"Watch out!!! These guys are getting close!"

The guards on the city wall shouted and immediately began to fire arrows.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the city wall took the opportunity to start lifting stones and smashing them down the wall.

The disaster victims who approached rashly were so frightened by the scene that they almost cried and hurriedly waved for help.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! We're here to find the King!!"

At that moment, someone shouted, and all the soldiers heard it.

"King? Who is the king?"

Artoria heard the shout and became puzzled.

"Don't talk nonsense! There is no king here," a soldier on the city wall retorted, somewhat puzzled.

"Why are you wasting your breath talking to them? We can't let these locusts into the city! Fire arrows! Shoot them all dead!!"

"The lord hasn't said anything, what are you giving orders for?"

"You! You wretch, sir, what are we supposed to do?!"

The guards had a heated debate over whether to kill or talk.

Seeing this situation, in order to prevent further casualties and harm to innocent people.

Artoria then slowly walked to the city gate and addressed the refugees below:

"There is only one king here, and that is me."

"What? You...you are the king?"

"I think she's a fraud; don't believe her!"

"This young lady doesn't resemble Wang at all; she's definitely a fraud. We can't fall for her!"

"Yes, we absolutely mustn't fall for it! We absolutely mustn't fall for it!"

"..."

Seeing the chaotic scene before her, Artoria couldn't help but frown.

She couldn't help but wonder if it was the right decision to send Kiana to help the disaster victims.

"You've misunderstood. The queen I'm referring to is her."

Just when King Arthur was still unknown and embarrassed because no one recognized him.

Suddenly, a voice that sounded all too familiar came from beneath the city wall.

Looking in the direction from which the sound came, Artoria saw Kiana and Lancelot's sister standing unharmed among the refugees.

Many Vikings were standing guard around them, and judging from their posture and attitude, they were not the kidnappers.

They were more like loyal guards, protecting the two of them.

"Vikings? Why would they..."

Because she was raised from childhood to be the successor of a noble family, Artoria had some knowledge of the existence of Vikings.

She didn't have much affection for these tribesmen who came from the sea.

Of course, it wouldn't be accurate to say I hate it.

Because she has not yet actually met a Viking, she can only judge their general appearance based on other people's descriptions and rumors.

"Upon closer inspection, there doesn't seem to be anything special. But in battle, these guys are probably several times more ferocious than they are now, aren't they?"

With that thought in mind, Artoria then leaped off the city wall.

It landed with a 'thud!'

The king looked at the dark mass of disaster victims before him with a majestic gaze.

Why have you come?

It wasn't until she exuded an aura that was beyond the reach of ordinary people that the disaster victims realized that the girl in front of them was truly no ordinary person.

Under the unique royal aura of the young King Arthur, the disaster victims knelt down and began to worship.

"Long live the King! Please take us in, merciful king!"

"Ok?"

Upon hearing the refugees' request, Artoria looked at Kiana with some surprise.

That look seemed to ask, "Was all of this your idea?"

Chapter Eighteen: The Queen Who Cannot Be Disobeyed

Kiana nodded, then spread her hands to indicate that she was actually quite innocent.

"You can get up now."

Artori

As Ya spoke, she reached out and helped one of the disaster victims to his feet.

"I will deal with your disaster as soon as possible."

"Thank you so much, you're truly amazing!"

The disaster victim shouted, then bowed to Artoria before hurriedly leaving.

"We fled from the south, but were pursued by a group of demons on the way and ended up trapped in this city. Now only you can save us. We hope you will grant our request!"

At this moment, two or three more disaster victims knelt down and came before Artoria, pleading.

"You are indeed pitiful, but now is not the time for us to accept you."

Artoria looked at the disaster victims in front of her and said.

"But...but we really have no home anymore...We need you..."

As they spoke, tears welled up in the disaster victim's eyes again, and his pleading expression softened Artoria's heart, making her want to agree to their request.

"Alright, we'll temporarily arrange for you to enter my territory. As for the food you mentioned, we'll find a way to solve that, but you must abide by my rules."

"Artoria said."

"We definitely will! We will definitely follow the rules here!"

The group of disaster victims nodded in unison.

"We'll take you inside now. We hope you'll keep your promise afterward; otherwise, we'll personally drive you out of the castle."

With that, Artoria turned around.

She has more important things to do now.

"I know, I know... Your Majesty, please believe us!"

"Please, Your Majesty, you must believe us!"

The disaster victims kept shouting.

Artoria ignored them.

"My king, wait for me! We'll go to the castle with you!"