Countless battles fought in blood, countless times sharing life and death, countless times--
Struggling over that hateful man with his boundless charm.
All those memories had returned!
Joan had said those words at the press conference precisely to provoke these people and find the one who had always been willing to remain nameless.
" Tsk, that man is always radiating damnable charm. Could he really be the so-called Crowned Beauty?"
She took a small sip of red wine.
Earlier, after [Nameless] had sacrificed her own Spirit Origin and restarted Earth,
she had also vanished from everyone's memories.
But after Alaya released the video, the memories of everyone involved in it would return.
Joan's golden eyes stared fixedly at the video.
Now that this video had exposed her, more people would come to know that Nameless Heroic Spirit...
Britain, the Prime Minister's Office.
After handling official business all day, Mordred finally stopped, utterly impatient.
Even a Heroic Spirit couldn't work day and night without rest!
Did they think she was that Wise King who could literally work herself to death?
Gawain, who had been helping her with her work, suddenly projected a video onto the office projector. "Alaya has released a second video."
"Oh? Who is it this time?"
Mordred crossed her legs, looking utterly relaxed and carefree.
"It seems to be... My King!"
Gawain stared at the golden-haired, armored figure appearing on the screen, his brows faintly furrowing.
After the Battle of Camlann fifteen hundred years ago,
he had always believed that he had caused the king's death. Before dying, he had sworn--
"If I ever get another chance to make amends, another life, I will devote everything I have to the king!"
Therefore, Gawain would never allow anyone to slander the king.
Never!
"I understand now. This is all that French saint's conspiracy!"
Mordred suddenly sprang up and said angrily, "In the first video, she fabricated a Nameless Heroic Spirit to fulfill her romantic fantasy of remaining single forever!"
"In the second video, she absolutely intends to slander Father King!"
Once she figured this out, she instantly realized just how despicable that Dark Saintess truly was.
That woman had gone to war at sixteen and had never dated anyone at all.
After descending into the twenty-first century in the form of a Heroic Spirit, she had directly become the Emperor of France, wielding supreme authority.
A Dark Saintess who most loved "Joan-style disdain" would do something like this without the slightest surprise!
"Uh, what if the video really was released by Alaya?"
Bathed in sunlight, Gawain suddenly asked in confusion.
Under the sun, his strength would increase threefold, and even his vague intuition had been greatly enhanced.
"Hahaha, how could that be?"
Mordred suddenly burst into laughter and looked at him with absolute confidence. "If the Nameless Heroic Spirit really exists, I'll eat the mashed potatoes you make every day!"
Brilliant sunlight streamed through the window and shone upon the two Knights of the Round Table.
"Are my potatoes really that awful?"
Gawain instantly grew flustered when he heard her.
He had painstakingly satisfied the king's mighty appetite, yet this brat actually dared to say his cooking was terrible!
He protested indignantly, "Back then, whenever I made potatoes, the king always ate more than I did!"
"Are you betting or not?"
Mordred crossed her legs carelessly, looking as though victory was already hers.
"Fine. If it turns out to be true, how many days are you prepared to eat them?"
Bathed in sunlight, Gawain asked without hesitation.
"Oh, let's make this clear first. No backing out!"
Mordred's eyes lit up.
Now that was something worth staying awake for.
She thought it over, then proposed the terms of their bet. "How about one year? If the Nameless Heroic Spirit exists, I'll eat your mashed potatoes for a year!"
"Fine. If the Nameless Heroic Spirit doesn't exist, I'll take care of all your work for a year!"
Gawain drew Carnwennan and unhesitatingly established the betting contract.
As the Knight of the Sun,
I, Gawain, am invincible beneath the sun!
"Hahaha, deal! Gawain, you're definitely going to lose!"
Mordred's smile grew even brighter.
This was a guaranteed win. With the dragon already sitting on my face, how could I possibly lose?
The thought that she wouldn't have to deal with endless official business every day for the next year made her so excited she felt like she could fly.
This was great!
Invincible Gawain, just fall before me!
"Damn it, are my potato dishes really that bad?"
Looking at the delighted brat, Gawain couldn't help asking again.
"Of course they are. They're really awful!"
A third voice cut in.
"How could that be..."
Gawain instinctively tried to refute her, but when he turned around, he saw a familiar figure.
She wore a dazzling, gorgeous crown. Beneath a gigantic cloak as thick as a quilt, her impressive figure that rallied people's hearts revealed its graceful curves without restraint.
Her sacred blue-green eyes looked at him with slight puzzlement, as though wondering why the Knight of the Sun would lie.
"My King!"
Gawain came to his senses and hurriedly dropped to one knee.
But a gentle force stopped him.
"No need for such formalities. It is already the twenty-first century. There is no need for so many old customs."
My King waved casually, signaling the two of them to continue.
She herself, however, stared fixedly at the video.
Within the video,
a tiny, exceedingly youthful figure was struggling slightly as she lifted a weapon to train.
As she watched, the sacred blue-green eyes of My King, like emeralds, shifted from nostalgia at the beginning, to deep confusion, and then to contemplative realization.
In the end, they became blank with stunned distraction...
Beside her,
Mordred secretly studied her expression and felt that Father King seemed just a little off.
What had happened?
She also began watching the video seriously.
When the tiny figure dressed in a full suit of armor appeared,
Mordred secretly glanced at Father King's figure and compared them in her mind.
Hmm, sure enough, they were somewhat different!
The video continued--
[The Perfect King? If that isn't King Arthur, I'll livestream myself eating a cactus!]
[Don't run, guy above. I remember you!]
[King Arthur doesn't understand the human heart (×). King Arthur never had a human heart to begin with (√).]
[So, who exactly is the Uploader Alaya? Surely King Arthur won't publicly admit that the video is genuine too?]
"Eh? This little boy is King Arthur?"
Ilya asked with great curiosity.
Countless bullet comments were stating with absolute certainty that the person was King Arthur.
But...
No matter how she looked at it, the figure resembled an adorable little boy.
"It should be King Arthur."
Luo Ya nodded and began explaining.
King Arthur was, like Joan, one of the Heroic Spirits she liked most.
She had long since memorized all the relevant information.
She had been destined to become king from birth, yet had been born as a girl and should therefore have lost the right to inherit the throne.
As a child, to avoid everyone's attention, she had been fostered at the home of Sir Ector, an old knight, at the age of five.
When she grew up, she had hidden her gender and been crowned king.
However, according to history, King Arthur had met her sworn brother [Kay], not this Nameless Heroic Spirit.
History really was unreliable!
Ever since Joan had publicly admitted that the first video was genuine, Luo Ya had trusted history less and less.
She always felt that the familiar history concealed a tremendous secret.
Within the video,
after the Roman Empire began to decline, the British Isles, which belonged to the empire, also fell into civil war.
King Uther was defeated by the King of the Lowly, and the entire land of Britain was engulfed in the flames of war.
Countless people were displaced, while countless deserters became bandits and raiders, wantonly robbing and slaughtering civilians.
The tiny, youthful Artoria glared angrily at the knights in the distance. "Stop! You're not fit to be knights!"
These men enjoyed the offerings of the territory and had become respected knights.
They should have protected the people of the territory, yet had turned around and joined the ranks of bandits, plundering the territory at will!
"Hahaha, we're knights, all right!"
Several men rode over on horseback. The lead rider sneered, "These people actually dared not to offer us all their wealth and women. They really deserve to die!"
"That's right! These lowly commoners should kneel and worship us and offer up all their wealth, because we are noble and glorious knights!"
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