In this crossover anime, Yoshikage Kira longs for a peaceful life.

But Kira-sensei must have had high expectations for her, right?

It's understandable that he would be disappointed if he couldn't provide a satisfactory answer.

Artoria felt increasingly guilty, believing she had failed Kira Yoshikage's teachings.

Perhaps this is precisely what she has always lacked; at least she has never thought about things in this way before.

Although I'm not used to it yet

But Artoria felt that this couldn't be wrong.

Chapter 245 Artoria: Vivian has ruined me!

The faint morning light streamed in through the crack in the door, causing her long eyelashes to tremble slightly. The girl, who had been sleeping on the haystack in the stable, slowly opened her eyes. Her exquisite emerald green eyes, like jewels, shone brightly even in the dim light.

"Oh no, I overslept again..."

The girl muttered to herself with some distress. Because she was concerned about the condition of the pony that had been born last night, she had stayed here and had unknowingly fallen asleep until now...

In the past, she only needed to sleep three hours a day. And during those three hours, Merlin would teach her the teachings of kingship, making each day fulfilling.

But starting six months ago, her life gradually became less fulfilling.

For the past decade, from the moment she was able to pick up a sword, Hector has consistently provided her with rigorous instruction.

But one day six months ago, in another duel with Hector, Artoria successfully defeated him. The way Hector looked at her with an indescribable complex expression was something Artoria would never forget.

It seemed like he was very troubled, very regretful, or looking at something sad.

But from that day on, Hector also began to reduce his instruction of her, and she began to focus on learning from Yoshikage Kira and Vivian.

Perhaps it was from that time that her life began to feel less fulfilling?

Although she still didn't know exactly what Yoshikage Kira wanted to teach her, she did learn a lot from him. And thanks to her less-than-fulfilling life, she began to have more time to think.

Vivian's teaching was even simpler; she would occasionally teach Melyuchina swordsmanship.

More often than not, Vivian would drag her and Melyuchina on outings, ostensibly to balance work and rest—although Vivian always looked guilty when she said this, it did make Artoria feel very relaxed during that time.

Yes.

easy.

Although she didn't quite understand it at first, she gradually realized that it was a kind of "relaxed lifestyle".

However, Artoria doesn't feel that her previous fulfilling life was bad just because it's easier now, nor does she feel dissatisfied with her current ease because of her previous fulfilling life. She simply accepts the changes that these two different lives bring her.

Patting her cheeks, the girl, gradually regaining her senses through thought, lifted the blanket covering her. Judging from the skull pattern on it, she could tell that it was draped over her by Yoshikage Kira.

Artoria pushed open the wooden door of the stable and instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes from the bright sunlight.

"What a beautiful day!"

Artoria said happily as she drew some water from the well to wash up and then went to the restaurant in high spirits.

Good morning, Hector.

The old knight was already waiting for her in the restaurant. Artoria greeted him, sat down next to Vivian, and reached for a piece of bread from the plate.

"Hmm~ Kira and Kai aren't here. Are they still asleep?"

Artoria looked at the empty dining table opposite her, eating her bread while pondering to herself.

Although it was strange, Artoria didn't ask. "Don't talk while eating or sleeping," was a rule that Kira Yoshikage had taught her. Although Artoria sometimes suspected that Kira Yoshikage was just using this as an excuse to brush her off because he thought it would be troublesome for her to keep asking questions while she was eating or sleeping.

But Artoria still enjoyed it, because she felt that there was some truth to it—for example, if you keep talking while eating, you will eat very slowly.

After breakfast, Hector suddenly spoke:

"Artoria, Kai and Kira went to town for the festival, but Kai seems to have forgotten something. It should still be in time to catch up. The item is already on the carriage. Go to town and get it for him."

Artoria, unsuspecting, followed Hector's instructions and found the carriage parked at the manor gate—

That was not a simple open-top carriage used by ordinary people to transport grain, but a luxurious carriage with a carriage and roof, silk curtains and drapes, and carpets embroidered with blooming flowers, all magically modified by Vivian.

Although even Sir Hector thought it was excessively extravagant when he first saw it, Artoria didn't find it strange at all.

Although Vivian doesn't teach her profound principles like Yoshikage Kira, when Artoria is with Vivian, she always feels that Vivian is a noble princess who has escaped from some kingdom.

For such a noble princess, isn't it only natural that she should have such a luxurious carriage?

However, when Artoria boarded the carriage through the side door and saw the complete set of knight's equipment inside, she couldn't help but complain:

"Hmm, even if it's my brother, as a knight, is it possible that he would forget to bring his armor and lance?"

Brother Kai is not a squire like her, but a real, officially knight who has been granted a knighthood!

Hector taught them from a young age that armor and weapons are a knight's second life, yet Kai even forgot about his armor. How careless could he be?

Vivian climbed into the carriage, followed by another silver-haired girl with ethereal beauty. She murmured softly:

"Yes, who would forget to bring their own armor?"

Artoria asked:

"Vivian, Melyuchina, are you coming along too?"

Vivian smiled and said:

"Of course~, I'm just here to watch the fun. Actually, I wanted to go with Kira this morning, but he told me to wait for you."

"That's it!"

Artoria had no doubts whatsoever; instead, she looked enlightened. Just as she was about to step down from the carriage to get behind the horses, Vivian stopped her. The latter simply waved her staff, and the two white horses pulling the carriage began to move along the road.

"Magic, isn't it amazing?"

Vivian winked playfully.

"Very impressive."

Artoria's eyes were filled with envy. She had actually thought about learning magic, but she didn't have the talent for it, as Merlin and Vivian had both told her.

Because almost all magicians are not human, but fantasy creatures such as succubi and fairies, Merlin and Vivian were born with the talent to be magicians.

The only way for humans to bridge the gap with the fantasy species is to strive to become knights.

Defeat them in close combat with your honed skills.

Artoria had this confidence, but she would still occasionally feel envious of their talents, just as Vivian would envy her and Melyuchina's talents as knights.

Leaving the hills where the manor and village are located, we crossed the grasslands and walked among the fields.

The sky is very clear, and there is no need to worry about rain.

The carriage moved quietly along the road and arrived at the town called London.

Artoria lifted the veil from the car window and peered curiously at everything in the town.

She doesn't come here often; most of the time she lives in her adoptive father's territory, far from people's lives.

The reason her adoptive father chose this place was undoubtedly because of her, and Artoria was certainly aware of this.

But to think that way would mean wanting to apologize to Hector, which would be tantamount to ignoring his arrogant behavior.

Hector accepted the king's dying wish and dutifully adopted and raised her. Whatever sacrifices he made were his pride and duty as a knight, and she could not repay Hector's actions with guilt.

Although she and Vivian had frequently gone on outings together in the past six months, they had always been in places far from town. It wasn't just her who needed to conceal her identity; Vivian seemed to feel the same way, which was why she always wore a veil.

It was clearly just a thin veil, but perhaps thanks to magic, she still couldn't see her face underneath.

But Artoria was convinced that Vivian must be a beautiful young woman, just like the princess—even though she had never seen a real princess.

"This is it..."

Vivian's gentle voice brought the girl back to reality, and she looked out the window.

Almost all the townspeople gathered here to enjoy the atmosphere of the festival.

During this festival, the focus of the townspeople's attention was undoubtedly the magnificent longsword piercing the rock, its blade shimmering with a golden hue in the sunlight, as if symbolizing supreme authority.

Its name is...

"The chosen sword".

Artoria murmured to herself as countless knights clad in magnificent armor and longswords gathered in the square.

They came from all over Britain, but all had come for the same goal—

Draw that golden sword!

Five years before King Uther's death, he asked a magician named Merlin to predict what would happen that day:

King Uther's successor has been chosen; this person will be the next king.

"When the incarnation of the Red Dragon, the new king, appears, the Knights of the Round Table will be assembled, and the White Dragon will be defeated."

"Wang is still alive and well, so that proof should appear soon!"

Merlin's words spread throughout the entire island of Britain, and people eagerly awaited the arrival of the future king. The knights felt reassured by those words, but they also wondered if they themselves might be chosen as king. This fueled their restlessness and longing.

That's why the knights of Camelot, and even knights from other lands, have gathered here. They all want to try to pull out that sword and become the king who leads the other knights!

however.

No one can succeed.

One after another, the knights went to the rock where the chosen sword was stuck and placed their gauntlets on the hilt of the sword.

But whether they are renowned knights or champion knights from other kingdoms.

No one was able to pull out the sword.

Vivian asked:

"Why don't you give it a try?"

"Hmm~"

Artoria hesitated and struggled, but not because of doubt or fear.

For her, drawing the Sword of the King was a matter of course.

This was something Hector and Merlin had been searching for and telling her for ten years.

She was destined to draw the Sword of Kings and become the Queen of Camelot.

Why pretend to be a man to live your life? Why start learning swordsmanship, studying national affairs, and suppressing or even abandoning your own human emotions from the time you are old enough to understand things?