The Infinite Journey of a Certain Flame

At this moment, her petite figure made her look as cute and delicate as a girl next door.

Kiana, on the other hand, is like a warm and cheerful older sister.

He is warming the heart of the girl in front of him with his own warmth.

Such a moment filled with the scent of pink.

It made Lancelot feel an immense sense of unease.

"Damn it, I'm a girl, oh no, I'm a boy!"

She hurriedly pushed Kiana away forcefully, then touched her pounding heart and said awkwardly:

Was I being too rude?

I'm leaving now.

After saying that, Lancelot hurriedly fled the scene.

Kiana watched Lancelot's hasty retreating figure and couldn't help but smile faintly.

She didn't say anything wrong. She is a woman herself. Does Lancelot think she can't be called a man?

For some reason, Kiana suddenly felt that Lancelot seemed to have a fear of women, or perhaps he had some kind of misunderstanding about women?

"Hey, hey, hey, Lancelot."

Kiana suddenly called out to Lancelot's retreating figure:

"I don't know how long you'll continue like this, so you'd better try to get used to it."

Lancelot was startled, but still didn't dare to turn around:

"I know, I know."

After saying that, he quickly left.

"Really?"

Kiana said with a grin.

Although Lancelot did not answer her question, she felt as if she could hear the answer in his words.

"Good luck, Lancelot!"

Kiana waved her little fist at Lancelot:

Even if you change your appearance, you will still become a legendary knight.

Kiana's voice came, gradually fading and disappearing in the wind.

Lancelot stopped in his tracks, standing motionless for a long time.

He didn't know why, when he heard her voice and heard her say that she was waiting for him, he felt a slight flutter in his heart.

Was it because of her voice, or because of her self-affirmation?

Lancelot suddenly felt a terrible headache.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the distracting thoughts from his mind.

However, the more he shook his head, the more distracting thoughts he had.

many.

After several attempts, Lancelot finally gave up the struggle.

Because he wasn't sure what he was thinking.

He couldn't be sure if there was really such a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

......

Inside the cabin.

"Hey, Lilina? You seem a bit distracted lately. Maybe you should take a break."

Artoria patted Lancelot on the shoulder:

"Did something happen to you? Or have you met someone you like recently?"

Lancelot, sporting dark circles under his eyes, turned and glared at her.

"How could this be, Your Majesty..."

He looked out the window at the sky again:

"Is it already so late? We should get some rest. We have a big battle coming up in a few days..."

Artoria glanced at the sky and then said:

"Yes, has the decisive battle arrived?"

The two remained silent.

The lords of Britain rarely managed to unite.

This time, however, they surprisingly joined forces.

The size of its coalition forces was exceptionally large.

Seeing Lancelot's expression, Artoria couldn't help but feel worried:

"What happened? Are you in trouble?"

As she asked the question, she carefully observed Lancelot's expression.

Therefore, she couldn't catch the complex expression on Lancelot's face at all.

Lancelot remained silent for a long time before finally raising his head and looking firmly at Artoria before him:

"I'm fine, I've just been in a bad mood lately."

"Bad mood?"

Artoria looked at Lancelot's face:

"Is it because of me that you're in a bad mood?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty."

Lancelot lowered his head, his tone tinged with a hint of guilt:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for causing you worry during this time."

"Don't blame yourself. I was supposed to help you find your brother. But now I'm the one who has to help me deal with these things..."

Artoria laughed:

"Since you're in a bad mood, go to sleep. No matter how the battle goes in a few days, I will protect you."

"His Majesty..."

For some reason, Lancelot's sense of guilt grew stronger...

...

A gust of autumn wind swept in; although it was not yet the dead of winter, the cold wind already carried a biting chill.

A gentle breeze swept across the desolate plain.

The plain, covered with weeds and rocks, exudes a lifeless atmosphere.

On the plain, two groups of people were lined up and waiting.

On one side was a coalition of nobles carrying all sorts of flags.

On the other side were the Artoria Guards, carrying the Lion Banner.

The former group was so large that they almost formed an encirclement.

The latter, on the other hand, are pitifully few in number, appearing isolated and helpless.

This is an asymmetrical war.

The disparity between the two sides was extremely large.

Therefore, even before the war began, the people of Altoria remained silent.

Some people were trembling.

Some people seized the opportunity to escape.

Some people are ready to die for their cause.

Many people's expressions revealed their true feelings without reservation.

In a battle where defeat seemed inevitable, those who could maintain a serious expression were no ordinary people.

And such people.

Extremely rare in Artoria.

Unless it's Lancelot himself, Kiana herself maintained a solemn expression.

This shows that the morale of this army is low.

Lancelot naturally understood this as well.

But he had no other choice.

He rode his white horse slowly forward, and volunteered to King Arthur, who was draped in a magnificent cloak:

"When two armies clash, there must be negotiations first. Let me go."

"You? You can't do it."

Artoria was very resolute in the face of Lancelot's offer to take on the task.

No matter what, this white-haired little girl in front of him is Lancelot's sister. How could he let her be in danger?

"Should I go?"

Artoria spoke up.

However, this statement was immediately opposed by Kiana and Lancelot: "No way."

“You are the leader, the head of this army. How can you negotiate so easily? If we encounter danger, the entire army will be destroyed because of it, do you understand?”