I really didn't want to burn it.

Mordred, with a cross erupting from his head, bit down on Leon's hand.

Li Ang cried out in pain, "Are you a dog?!"

[Host, isn't she your pet?]

"He's my nephew! We are..."

boom!

A violent explosion rang out at the entrance of the bathhouse, adding to the already chaotic atmosphere of the hall.

"What's wrong now?!"

Looking at the chaotic crowd, Li Ang was going crazy.

My bathhouse has always had an excellent reputation, but tonight one thing after another has happened.

"You stay here, I'll go check on the situation."

As Li Ang walked, he complained loudly, "What's wrong with me today?! One thing after another?! I'm so annoyed!"

[Host, you've really set a good example with this flag.]

"Tch, I don't believe it!" Li Ang cursed as he walked towards the bathhouse entrance. "Could things get any worse than this?!"

The next second, Li Ang found out.

There really is one.

“Li Ang…”

Artoria appeared before Leon, holding her spear upside down and dragging Gawain, who lay there like a dead dog.

"Ah, no... perhaps I should address you as Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

Li Ang truly felt that coming to Rome was a mistake; he should have gone to Mordred and surrendered himself in the first place.

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PS1: The scene of the three kissing is from the manga "100 Girls Who Love You So Much".

The imagination in this comic is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Mi-chan is really envious; I wish I could have such an amazing imagination. (?っω?｀.)

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PS2: Chloris's name in Rome was Flora, which is actually more famous than her Greek name.

In reality, the names of Greek gods in society today are basically a mix of Greek and Roman styles.

For example, Zeus and Athena are typical Greek figures, while Venus, the goddess of beauty, is a representative of the Roman style.

Looking at it this way, Apollo, whose name remained unchanged, should be the biggest winner! ??ヽ(°▽°)ノ?

Chapter 89 Artoria: Hmm, Leon, yes.

Actually, before meeting Gawain tonight, Artoria was sleeping peacefully alone, having a dream she had countless times before.

Azure sky, green grass, and the Sword of the King stuck in the stone platform.

"It's that dream again..."

Artoria smiled calmly.

She had dreamt of this scene countless times; this was the day that would change her life—the day of prophecy, the day of the selection of the king.

Whoever can pull the sword from the stone will become the King of Britain.

But when no one can pull it out, how should we decide?

And so the battle began, with the knights gathering together to try and settle the score by force.

Whoever is the strongest is the king.

In the knightly class, where strength is revered, this seems to be the natural order of things.

At that time, Artoria was only a knight candidate and was not qualified to fight.

So, still a young girl, she came to the deserted rock and reached for the sword hilt without hesitation.

Suddenly a sound interrupted her actions.

"Oh dear, oh dear. You'd better think carefully before you grab that thing."

In the dream, the young Artoria turned around and quickly saw the magician wearing a hood.

"Merlin really had the air of a master back then."

Artoria looked at Merlin's outfit and gave her assessment.

At that time, Merlin was already the most revered magician in the country.

Therefore, Artoria both respected and feared Merlin when she was young; he was her idol.

Then there is no more then.

After Merlin's true colors were revealed, although Artoria still highly recognized his magical abilities, she only felt contempt for this magician who only thought about slacking off all day.

In the dream, Merlin was still there, pretending to be a hermit. He continued to say to the little Artoria who was about to draw her sword, "If you draw that thing, in the end you will no longer be human."

Artoria simply nodded in response to Merlin's words.

That was a realization she had long ago: to abandon everything and become a king.

"What a fool, this isn't about whether or not someone becomes a human being."

Artoria sighed at her youthful immaturity, then laughed.

"He should be making his appearance soon, right?" Artoria looked expectantly into the distance, trying to catch a glimpse of someone's arrival.

"No problem, I was prepared to pay this price."

Little Artoria answered this question, and then prepared to draw her sword.

"Hey, are you an idiot?"

A voice interrupted little Artoria's actions, causing her to release the sword hilt.

"what!"

The one who was most surprised was not Artoria, but Merlin.

In his script, no one should have appeared in this scene.

"Tsk."

Merlin quickly pointed his wand at Artoria on the stone platform, using illusion magic to make her appear as a boy to outsiders.

Artoria, who was watching from the sidelines, frowned in dissatisfaction. "If Merlin hadn't used that illusion spell, would there have been no problem?"

Artoria knew that Merlin had cast an illusion on her in order to prevent the fact that the king was a girl from being exposed.

Judging from someone's later behavior, Artoria believes that even if she were a girl, he would still have chosen to assist her.

Even without any evidence, Artoria firmly believed it.

"who are you?"

The scene in the dream continued, with the young Artoria asking a question to the strange man.

"I'm just a passerby. You can call me Li Ang." The man twirled his hair with one hand and said nonchalantly, "I have a question for you."

"Where did you come from?!" Merlin shouted. "This is a very important ceremony, how could you interrupt it?"

Li Ang slapped Merlin on the head with a chop: "Ritual my foot! You old geezer, you're so wicked for seducing an ignorant boy!"

Merlin, shrouded in the illusion of an old man, was knocked to the ground by Leon, who glared angrily at him.

"You know I'm an old man, yet you still bully me like this. Young people these days have no morals at all."

"Bullshit, if we're talking about age, I'm hundreds of years older than you."

"Who would believe that!"

Upon seeing the two perform a familiar stand-up comedy routine, Artoria instinctively laughed.

Little Artoria seemed bewildered. "What do you want to ask me?"

"Cough cough."

Leon temporarily spared the fallen magician and posed a question to Artoria.

"Boy, you want to draw your sword and become king?"

"Yes."

Why do you think you can pull it out?

Artoria paused, taken aback.

Although there was no cheating in the sword-drawing ceremony itself, she was still a little embarrassed to say that only she could draw the sword.

“Because I was born to be king,” Artoria replied ambiguously.

"Hahahaha!"

Li Ang burst into laughter at Artoria's answer.

"what's so funny?"

Little Artoria asked angrily.

Li Ang laughed as he asked, "If you are a born king, you can become a king without drawing your sword. So why are you so conflicted about drawing your sword? Is becoming a king such an inconvenient thing?"

"because……"

“Boy, if you insist on becoming king by drawing your sword, then you will be bound by that sword. And those people will call you king not because of who you are, but because of the sword in your hand. So, who really becomes king? You, or that sword?”

Li Ang sat on the rock where Merlin had sat before, and spoke eloquently to Artoria.

"Hey, stop messing around!"

Seeing that the script was about to go astray, Merlin jumped up and down and asked Li Ang a question.

On the other hand, Little Artoria didn't think so. She always felt that drawing the sword was a necessary stage for her to become king.

But now someone is saying that this is not necessary, and that what they say makes some sense, leaving her feeling confused.

“What should I do?” Little Artoria asked Leon. “How can I become a true king, one that everyone recognizes?”

The man chuckled, rubbing his chin, and extended his hand to little Artoria.

"That's easy, you just need to..."

"Duang—Duang—Duang—"

The heavy, sharp sound drowned out Li Ang's words.

"Is this an alarm? But...why? This isn't the royal city, and I'm not..."

Artoria's vision began to blur. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, and then... she really woke up.

"Duang—Duang—Duang—"

The distinctive alarm sound still rang in her ears, and Artoria lay on the bed with a gloomy expression.

"Did I dream about him again?"

Artoria covered her face and sat up.

"Duang—Duang—Duang—"

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy? And why does this sound sound the same as my house?"

Artoria complained and opened the window, wanting to find out what had happened.

Then she saw a man in silver armor scaling the rooftops of Roman houses, followed by a large group of Roman Praetorian Guard soldiers.

Just as the man was about to jump to another house, Artoria made eye contact with him.

"Gao Wenqing?"

"king?"

"How did you get here?" *2