In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Because once someone responds to the puller's sword, it means the beginning of a duel.

And now-

Artorius not only drew his blade, but pointed it at all of Camelot at the same time.

This means that her target is not just one or a few knights, but all of them.

If we understand it in a more popular, even vulgar way -

That's a simple sentence.

"Come and fight me if you don't agree."

Under normal circumstances, Ian would probably think that anyone who did this was too arrogant.

And the result that awaits them is obvious.

That means being stabbed with swords and eventually paying the price for his arrogance.

But the situation in Artorius doesn't seem to be understood in this way.

[Talent Lake Blessing + Activated: With your magic power enhanced, you can sense the mysterious power emanating from Artorius at this moment.]

You realize that she is not as fragile as she appears.

[But you don't want to give up the opportunity to let her challenge the entire Camelot Knights alone. ]

【You decide to sit out for now and see how things turn out. 】

[But what you don't know is that in the crowd at this moment, there is another pair of eyes holding a similar idea. ]

“Things turned out like this.”

Merlin, hiding in the crowd, looked at the girl holding the Sword in the Stone and challenging the knights with great interest.

“It’s beyond imagination.”

“It’s really worth it to be able to witness more possibilities at once.”

"But speaking of-"

Merlin looked at Ian at the front of the crowd.

"Altria, you obviously already knew that he was a married man, right? Yet you were able to selectively ignore it all."

"Is this what they call a reserved heartbeat that only works for him?"

"It's really fun."

Merlin's words were not heard by anyone, and it was impossible for anyone to hear them.

He would never allow himself to stand on a million sharp points.

[Artorius' words temporarily shocked everyone present.]

[But this shock did not last long. ]

[After all, her figure is too petite. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really hard to connect her with the sword of the king's choice.]

[Soon, those who were a little bolder began to have heretical ideas.]

"I come!"

A bald head emerged from the crowd.

He was burly and looked ferocious, and his breath smelled of the sour smell of cheap wine.

Obviously, this is not a so-called knight, but a ruffian in Camelot.

However, the bald man did not hide this fact.

"Hey! You little brat, I'm not a knight! Am I qualified to challenge you?"

"no problem."

Artorius looked at the bald man in front of him with a cold expression.

"No one will be refused."

"Okay! That's what you said!"

The bald man looked around and borrowed a long sword - there were many people watching the fun with the same idea, so it was not a difficult task.

"Drink——!"

He held the long sword he had just borrowed, shouted, and rushed directly towards Artorius.

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But looking at the thugs rushing towards him, Artorius did not make any move to defend himself.

"Wrong way to hold the sword."

"Stupid sword direction."

"An attack full of holes."

"An opponent not worthy of a sword."

After some judgment, the bald man rushed to Artorius.

The borrowed blade glowed silver in the light of Britain.

It lunged at Artorius.

This seemed like a shot that could hit the target, and the bald man showed excitement.

But the ending was not like that at all.

Artorius simply turned his head slightly, and the sword blade brushed past him without even touching his hair.

The whole process happened almost in an instant, as if she had seen through it all.

The bald man was stunned for a moment.

He prepared to strike a second blow recklessly.

But before he could do so, Artorius had snatched the blade from him and turned it against him.

"Admit your failure," she said.

Looking at the sword blade so close to his throat, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on the bald man's forehead.

"I lost...don't kill me!"

"You are not a knight, so I certainly won't kill you."

Artorius threw the borrowed sword in his hand to the ground.

"You go."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The bald man crawled away from here, looking so flustered as if he was afraid that Artorius would catch up with him.

But in fact, Artorius didn't care about him at all - the victory just now seemed to be nothing worth mentioning to her.

"who is the next?"

Artorius glanced at everyone with an extremely cold look, until she saw Ian, then she regained a little of the tenderness that she should have at her age.

【This was a brief but informative battle. 】

[You realize that Artorius is not as weak as he appears.]

【But this is not something difficult to understand. 】

[As King Uther's personal heir to the throne, it would be strange if he did not possess this level of strength.]

【Just knowing this won’t change your current situation. 】

【But the appearance of one person brought a turning point in the situation. 】

"Father."

A familiar voice sounded behind Ian.

He turned around and saw Gao Wenzhen standing there.

"Gawain, why are you here?"

Ian suppressed his emotions and pretended to be calm.

"I heard that Artorius issued a challenge to all the knights here, so I rushed here as soon as possible."

"You are very clever, my child."

Gao Wen's expression did not become relaxed by this compliment.

On the contrary, after taking a look at Artorius and the blade, his expression became even more serious.

Of course Ian couldn't miss this change in detail.

He said, "Gawain, do you have any ideas? Tell me."

Gawain nodded.

"Father, I also want to participate in this challenge."

"..."

[You haven't forgotten what Gawain once said.]

[At that time, he had no doubts about the young man who drew his sword - and naturally, he could not have come for profit like the bald man just now.]

You realize he has other intentions.

【You quickly guessed the result. 】

"Gawain, do you want to experience Artorius's strength for yourself?"

Gao Wen was stunned at first, but then he quickly recovered - it was not the first time that his father had guessed his thoughts.

Besides, he didn't intend to hide his thoughts.

"Yes, Father."

Gawain looked at Artoris in the distance, his figure reflected in the blue eyes inherited from Morgan.

"I want to know if my assumptions are right or wrong."

[You realize that under the influence of the rumors and the actual situation in the wheat fields outside the city, Gawain has begun to waver in his own ideas.]

【He needs a chance to make some changes.】

[However, after seeing Artorius's strength, this is undoubtedly an extremely risky behavior. ]

[But you also realize that this is a great opportunity to find out more information about Artorius - after all, the thug from before was too weak.]

[You acquiesced to Gawain's actions. 】

[He began to move toward the stone platform.]

As the eldest son of Ian and Morgan, Gawain's status was destined to be high from the moment he was born.

In addition, he behaves as decently as his father.

Therefore, the moment he stepped out of the line, he quickly became the focus of everyone's attention - he was one of the most elite knights in the city.

tread--

tread--

tread--

The knight's boots made a crisp sound as they advanced on the ground of Camelot.

Gawain came before Artorius.

"Hello, man with drawn sword, I am Gawain." He introduced himself politely.

Artorius did not answer Gawain immediately, but instead looked him over from top to bottom.

"Polite conversation."

“A good match.”

"A well-trained physique."