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

All of that was for today, for the sake of drawing the King's Sword, that is why she was born into this world!

Merlin told her that she was King Uther's child, even though she had never met her parents.

The king and the magician share the ideal of being king, and it is because of that purpose that they were designed and born.

But in reality, she couldn't connect with things like her deceased father's regrets or wishes, and she didn't feel any particular sense of mission or emotion towards the magician's teachings.

Unlike the knights who came to challenge the sword that would select the king, the girl neither longed for nor hoped for it.

She simply knew from the beginning that she would draw the Sword of the King and accepted her fate with equanimity.

Just as people eat, drink, and breathe, and just as people are pulled by the gravity of a planet and will always return to the ground no matter how high they jump, it was simply a matter of course to her.

She hesitated because she still had a mission to fulfill; she needed to deliver the armor to her brother.

She was torn about whether she should draw the sword in front of the other knights.

Should we give up?

Vivian asked.

She could see the girl's struggle and confusion, and she understood that Artoria had never thought of giving up, but she still asked that question on purpose.

"No!"

Artoria categorically denied it.

Vivian asked again:

Will you regret it?

"……Won't."

Artoria did not give an answer immediately, but after a brief moment of thought, she gave a clear reply.

Vivian smiled and encouraged them:

"Then there's nothing to hesitate about. Put on this armor and face your destiny."

"But this belongs to Brother Kai..."

Artoria hesitated, but Vivian had already struggled to lift the armor from the blanket. The girl's expectant eyes made it impossible for Artoria to refuse.

But when she finally put on the armor, she discovered that there was a neatly folded blue and white robe underneath.

and.

This armor doesn't seem to be the style that Brother Kai usually wears.

Judging solely from his height, Brother Kai is completely unable to wear this armor.

Because he was too tall, and the armor was too "small".

But when Artoria wore it, it fit her perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for her.

Even Artoria, who always thought she wasn't very smart, had realized something at this moment.

She also realized why her adoptive father's eyes were darting away.

"Go, Artoria."

Vivian draped a robe over her shoulders and whispered instructions in her ear:

"Don't forget, whatever choice you make, we will always support you."

Artoria's lips twitched, but she ultimately said nothing, only nodding silently.

She once thought she could accept all of this calmly, and could draw the Sword of the King with a normal mindset, thinking that all of this was a matter of course for her.

But now she suddenly realizes that, although she herself never expected it, she has already taken on the expectations of others.

Hector and Merlin, they undoubtedly had high hopes.

Where is Kai?

He'd probably berate himself for being incredibly foolish.

Yoshikage Kira kept making her think, but he never gave her a clear answer.

Did he not know she would become queen?

No, he knew.

However, he never showed any support, nor did he explicitly oppose it.

Perhaps he wanted her to make the decision herself?

That's why I taught her to think.

So……

The girl put on the helmet that resembled the face of a lion, her eyes gradually hardening. She pushed open the car door and walked step by step toward the sword that would make her king.

Chapter 246 So, there's only one answer.

"Stop licking so much!"

At the top of the towering building near the square, the silver-haired succubus girl, her cheeks flushed, glared reproachfully at Yoshikage Kira, who was holding her hand in his mouth and licking it occasionally with his tongue.

"Honestly, you keep babbling on and on since we first met. Can't you leave me with a good impression?"

The girl complained as she made a token struggle with her feeble strength, her eyes growing increasingly resentful.

"Isn't being true to one's own desires a good impression?"

Kira Yoshikage finally let go of her hand, asking her a question while still holding it in his hand, playing with it carefully.

"What you're saying makes sense."

Merlin winked playfully.

Because she is actually that kind of person, completely loyal to her own desires.

But unlike Yoshikage Kira, who likes hands, she prefers wonderful and interesting stories created by humans.

She has always acted out of her own desires.

That's why we have what we have today, and that's why we have the Sword of Chosen.

Undoubtedly, this girl, though half-human, is essentially a succubus with a personality extremely hostile to humans. However, this doesn't mean she necessarily likes those who are equally devoted to their own desires.

In fact, many people are simply unable to be true to their own desires. Even though their greed and craving are almost impossible to conceal, they will still put on a dignified facade on the surface.

Those who are true to their own desires, however base desires, will only make the dream demon girl want to vomit—like that former King Uther.

Perhaps only Yoshikage Kira is an exception, because he is not human, but an anomaly like her.

Only they are each other's kindred spirits.

but!

"Artoria's out~, I'll be late if you don't let go!"

Merlin looked through the observation hole of the tower at a luxurious carriage parked on the outskirts of the square. A knight in magnificent armor was getting off the carriage and walking step by step through the crowd toward the Sword of the Chosen One, which was embedded in the rock in the center of the square.

"Then let's have our main meal later."

Kira Yoshikage gently licked the back of the girl's hand, reluctantly releasing her delicate, smooth hand.

Merlin was then able to withdraw her hand, her face slightly flushed as she tidied her disheveled clothes.

She couldn't let anyone else see her like this.

If the knights found out that she and Yoshikage Kira were hiding in the tower on the day of the king's election and doing such a thing, wouldn't all the prestige she had painstakingly built up over the years be ruined?

-

Artoria walked among the crowd.

Unlike other knights, she did not have a longsword at her waist. Despite wearing magnificent armor, she was still unarmed.

But whenever she walked to a certain place, the crowd would inexplicably move aside, spontaneously making way for her. The square, which was once packed with people, was squeezed out to create a path that could only accommodate one person at a time.

Each time Artoria passes through, these roads converge again, engulfing her figure in the crowd.

Artoria expected herself to be nervous, but she was surprisingly calm.

Just like her teacher, Yoshikage Kira always remained calm and composed, no matter the time or the situation.

Despite being watched by many, almost all of them renowned knights, and despite being a relatively unknown squire, she wore armor far more magnificent than most of them.

But the girl calmly walked through them, step by step, until she reached the sword that would make her king.

At this moment, a knight clad in bright silver armor stood before the Sword of the King. He wore no helmet, revealing a handsome face with short, golden hair, and his hands, covered in silver gauntlets, gripped the hilt of the golden longsword tightly, attempting to pull it from the rock.

Even his handsome face now appeared slightly ferocious due to the excessive force he exerted.

"Drink!"

Snapped!

The knight's gauntlets shattered under the immense force, sending gleaming silver fragments flying and embedding themselves deep into the ground until they disappeared.

This scene caused the surrounding knights to involuntarily take two steps back, their eyes filled with fear.

If that fragment hit them, it would probably pierce through their bodies along with their armor without a doubt.

If someone were accidentally shot in the heart, they would likely die instantly.

Death is nothing to fear, but if the tombstones of other knights read "died in battle" while his read "died accidentally while watching the king selection ceremony," that would be too shameful!

Such a shameful way to die, I doubt many people could accept it.

As the gauntlets shattered, the silver-armored knight finally gave up. He slowly took half a step back, his expression somewhat dejected, and muttered to himself:

"Not even me?"

The knight stared into thought as he looked at his hand, which was cut by the shattered armor plates, while the surrounding crowd couldn't help but fall into deep suspicion.

"Not even Knight Gawain?"

“Gawain actually has the blood of King Uther flowing through his veins, and his strength is outstanding among us. If even he can't do it, is there really anyone who can successfully pull out that sword?”

"Could all of this be a scam?"

"Ultimately, the magician never even showed herself, so are her prophecies about King Uther really credible?"

pat!