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Hearing this, Ian became interested.

"So Gareth, what did you want to say originally?"

"Uh……"

"Go ahead, I won't be angry."

"That's it—" Gareth jabbed his finger.

"Father, doesn't the saying go, 'No matter how poor the wheat field is, as long as you sow enough seeds, it will produce full ears of wheat'?"

"So, I think the root of this problem lies with you and your mother."

"Look, you and mother are both very outstanding people. In fact, apart from me, Brother Gawain and the others are also very capable people."

"I think—"

Gareth looked up at Ian, his eyes sparkling.

"If I had more brothers and sisters, there would definitely be someone who could pull out the sword!"

"This way, you don't have to worry about this problem!"

I have to admit that Gao Wen is indeed right.

Gareth's remarks are totally unreliable. Once you hear them, you will wonder if there is something wrong with this person's thinking.

However, since I promised her not to be angry, I must keep my word.

"Gareth, I understand what you mean. There is some truth in what you said."

"Huh~" Gareth breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's what I told you! Brother Gao Wen's worry is unnecessary! How could Father be angry because of these few words?!"

【Gareth left with full energy.】

[You think about all the previous conversations by yourself.]

【You realize that rumors are not omnipotent. 】

[Everyone has different views on rumors, and they may not all go in the same direction. Your children are the best proof of this.]

You decide to take some more radical and underhanded measures.

[You need to make others clearly aware that the appearance of Artorius may not be a good thing.]

Inside the magic workshop.

"My Lady Princess, is it possible to do what I said?"

"of course."

Morgan answered without any hesitation.

"If it's just to temporarily render those magic seeds ineffective, it won't be difficult for me."

"But in this case—"

Morgan looked at Ian in front of him, with a hint of worry in his blue eyes.

"You should know what it means to those civilians."

"Yes I know."

There was a hint of regret in Ian's determined eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.

"So you must not let anyone know that this matter has anything to do with you, Princess."

"I will bear the blame for all this alone."

"..."

Morgan walked up to Ian, stood on tiptoe slightly, and left a light kiss on his weathered cheek.

"Ian, you really are my best chess piece."

"As it should be, Princess."

[You learned from Morgan how to stop the magic seed.]

[The hidden talent has been replaced by the evil devotion: Compared with using your talent in a more upright place, sacrificing your conscience for Morgan seems to be more able to stimulate your ability. 】

[Talented magic enhancement has been activated: Based on what Morgan provided, you further optimized it, making the speed of the shutdown even more amazing. ]

[You know you are mean now. ]

【But this is your only way to fight this scam. 】

【The magic seed begins to stop. 】

[The influence of the fading Age of Gods quickly spreads to the wheat fields outside Camelot. 】

[Black spikes, which had never been seen before, began to appear in large areas of wheat fields.]

[This is a process that cannot be reversed by simple human power, and no matter how much watering is done, it will be of no use. ]

[You further manipulated the rumors in Camelot and combined them with the facts.]

[Soon, people who didn't know the truth linked this phenomenon to Artorius drawing his sword.]

This is exactly what you want.

"This must be because the wrong person drew the sword!"

"That's right! This has never happened before! Our wheat is of very good quality!"

"There's a problem! There must be a problem!"

Once a habit becomes second nature, it is impossible to completely deprive it of its original form.

No matter who it is, there is absolutely no way to accept all this.

【You further expand the chaotic situation. 】

【More and more people are looking for you who used to work hard without complaint. 】

[You pretended to listen to their requests, but secretly you deliberately let the situation go in a more extreme direction.]

[You appear to be a good person, but you are also the biggest villain.]

【Finally, the situation you need appears. 】

[The fed-up knights began to circulate the idea of ​​​​not acknowledging this sword-drawing - they refused to bring disaster to Camelot. 】

You realize this is the perfect opportunity.

[You and Artorius meet again.]

On the streets of Camelot, Ian and Artorius were walking side by side, looking somewhat intimate.

Resentful eyes flickered among the houses on both sides of the street, and the only person targeted was Artorius.

Ian knew everything in his heart, but he still asked on the surface:

"Artorius, they seem to be looking at you."

"Mr. Ian, I know."

Artorius glanced around, but there was no trace of sadness in his green eyes.

"They think it was my drawing of the sword that caused the wheat to be corrupted, so they looked at me like that."

Ian felt the sweetness of his successful resistance.

But he also knew that this was not the time to be proud.

"Then Artorius, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?"

"Do not."

Artorius turned around and looked at the man next to him who was much taller than him.

She smiled.

That was the smile she should have at her age.

"Mr. Ian, I don't actually feel bad."

"Before I drew out this blade, I heard a voice from the sword, which told me that I would gain a lot, but also lose a lot."

"So--"

Artorius looked at Ian in front of him, and there was a hint of deep emotion in his green eyes.

"Now that what I can get is in my hands."

"I really should take responsibility for what I lost."

"Besides, I don't think it was a disaster I brought upon myself."

“So I won’t be sad about it.”

Artorius, or should I say Artoria, spoke very frankly.

This is the exchange and oath she made with the sword in her hand.

Now it will be shown to Ian without reservation.

but--

There was one thing that Altria didn't know.

The more she confessed the unusual exchange between herself and the sword in her hand, the more Ian could feel the stinging pain in his face.

Hard work and dedication are meaningless in the face of an established scam.

How ironic is this?

Ian's nails were almost digging into his palms, and his expression was filled with hatred.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ian like this, Artorius grabbed his hand with a worried look on his face.

"Is it because you are suffering from all these stares with me that you feel uncomfortable?"

"If that's the case, I'm so sorry!"

The irony is real irony.

But Artorius's worries were indeed real.

Ian was in mixed emotions and had to change the subject.

"Artorius, it's not like that."

"I just want to know how you plan to solve these problems - you can't just ignore them, right?"

"You said this."

Artorius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you can rest assured, Mr. Ian."

"I already have enough countermeasures."

"The magician named Merlin promised to help me solve the problem of wheat outside the city."

"As for these knights in the city—"

The girl's eyes left Ian and she suddenly became indifferent.

Under everyone's focused gaze, she walked onto the stone platform where the sword had once been inserted.

The girl raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at the blue sky above her head.

"A knight's problem should be solved with a knight's method."

"If any of you have a problem with me—"

"Then challenge me with your blades."

63. Challenge with the Father's Sword (-word chapter)

A knight's sword cannot be drawn from its scabbard at will.