Age of Heroes, Alaya Exposed Me

The young King Arthur was still in her dreams, being fed knowledge of kingship by that child of nightmares.

Countless fragments, edited by [Alaya], flashed by.

Practicing sword fighting, studying in dreams... there wasn't a single moment of rest, making countless high school seniors feel inadequate.

In the blink of an eye, the girl was fifteen.

An extremely crucial turning point arrived, which was—

Drawing the Sword in the Stone!

The Nameless Heroic Spirit reached out and gently stroked the girl's ahoge, sighing softly, "Artoria, you can give all this up and enjoy the life that belongs to you."

"Father and Merlin both said that some people are born to be kings, and some fall into banditry. I am that destined king!"

Artoria tilted her head slightly, her expression incredibly firm as she looked at the man before her, who was both mentor and friend.

"But, what they didn't tell you is that if the path beneath your feet isn't your own choice, no one knows where the journey will end."

The Nameless Heroic Spirit's tone grew even gentler, "Lily, you are not a puppet. You don't need to listen to that scoundrel at all!"

Countless flower petals suddenly bloomed around them, transforming the barren land into a sea of flowers.

It was as beautiful as a dream.

A handsome man, dressed in robes as magnificent as the flowers and holding a magic staff, strode out from the void, walking on countless blossoms.

"Nameless, everyone has their fate, decreed by heaven. Everything you do will ultimately be in vain."

The exquisitely handsome Magician of Flowers said in a lamenting tone, "Draw the Sword in the Stone, Artoria. This is your destiny. You will become king!"

"Then, what is the price? Merlin!"

The Nameless Heroic Spirit drew his sword and pointed it at the other man.

He adopted a resolute stance, as if ready to draw his sword and strike the other down at the slightest disagreement.

The Magician of Flowers did not hide anything. "Once you pick up that sword, you will no longer be human. You will be hated by all humans and will ultimately meet a tragic death!"

He also felt a pang of sympathy for this child, revealing all the costs and leaving the choice to them.

"Merlin, there are two kinds of birds in this world. One strives to fly with all its might."

The Nameless Heroic Spirit suddenly looked at him with mockery in his eyes. "The other kind can't fly itself, so it easily lays an egg and frantically urges its offspring to fly desperately!"

At his words.

The incredibly powerful child of nightmares paused slightly. "Two kinds of birds?"

"Yes, those two kinds of birds. Think about it, are you the latter?"

Nameless's expression grew more disgusted, as if he were looking at a blonde scammer.

"The latter... doesn't fly itself..."

As he was questioned, Merlin suddenly fell silent.

He thought carefully, analyzed thoroughly, and suddenly understood—

It wasn't that they were completely identical, only that they were exactly the same!

At the same time, the comments section instantly multiplied many times over:

[In the previous narration, King Uther and Merlin couldn't defeat Vortigern, which is why they joined forces to create King Arthur and relentlessly pushed King Arthur to work hard every day!]

[Sending some sympathy to King Arthur. She's working harder than I did in my fourth year of high school!]

[Some people are sighing about how willing parents are to spend money on their children these days, enrolling them in a bunch of training classes. Then someone says: Of course, pushing your child is easier than pushing yourself!]

[Damn, I don't even have the chance to push my own child (tears)]

[Tsk, a single person is suddenly triggered by the comment above!]

"One kind works hard to fly itself, the other lays an egg and frantically urges its child to fly..."

Luo Ya's eyes lit up.

She unhesitatingly turned and ran over, puffing out her flat chest. "Wei Gong, are you the second kind?"

"..."

Wei Gong was speechless for a moment.

The words he used to mock Merlin were somehow being used against him by this brat.

He reached out and ruffled her hair. "If I were that kind, I would have enrolled you in a bunch of training classes long ago, and I wouldn't let you play games every day?"

"Hmph, well, thank you then!"

Luo Ya pouted slightly and skipped back to the sofa.

In that regard, he really couldn't be faulted.

She and Ilya snuggled on the sofa, continuing to watch the video.

It could be seen.

After Nameless mocked Merlin, he looked at the girl again. "You already know the price of drawing the sword and becoming king. Do you still want it?"

"I want to end the war, I want everyone to smile!"

Artoria stared at him with her emerald green eyes, the ahoge on her head swaying slightly.

"You will face hunger, hatred, ridicule, insult, and even betrayal!" Nameless sighed softly.

"I know!"

"Everyone will shun you, can you accept this fatal loneliness?"

"I... can accept it!"

Artoria paused.

She had wanted to ask if he could stay by her side forever.

But she couldn't.

This person had already done too much for her; he shouldn't be bound.

Nameless's steady voice continued, "Not only your enemies, but even your friends and family will strike you with pain!"

"I know!"

Artoria lowered her head slightly.

This was precisely the price a king was destined to pay, as Merlin had taught her countless times.

"You will be betrayed, your country might fall, and countless people will oppose you!"

"I don't need gratitude, nor pity, nor fame. I just want to save this country!" The maiden's expression grew firmer.

The other party asked again, "Are you willing to kill?"

"I... am willing!"

Artoria closed her eyes. An unresolvable pain appeared on her delicate and adorable little face.

"One day, you will deny everything you are now, and you will fall into endless regret."

The Nameless Heroic Spirit's expression grew increasingly complex.

Pity, heartache, a desire to stop her, yet not knowing how to do so at all.

"I know all of this. Please allow me to draw the Sword in the Stone!"

Artoria grabbed his hand and requested with utmost seriousness.

A long silence followed.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit sighed heavily, "You truly are an idiot!"

"No, this is a saint!"

Merlin, standing nearby, had an expression full of admiration.

As expected of the maiden destined to be king in the future, she was incredibly young yet possessed an immensely noble resolve.

[Love it, love it, worthy of being the Perfect King!]

[Sigh, thinking of the countless reformers in history who willingly sacrificed themselves, this prosperous era is as you wished!]

[Nameless wanted to save King Arthur but didn't want to destroy her will; it's truly difficult!]

[These two are so compatible, so sweet!]

Britain, Prime Minister's Residence.

Mordred secretly glanced at her father.

The mere two-minute conversation gave her a deeper understanding of her father.

At this moment.

Mordred suddenly understood why her father had said--

[I have never hated you. The only reason I didn't pass the throne to you is--you lack the capacity to be king.]

She had initially thought her father was denying her.

But seeing her father's conversation with Nameless now, she realized that statement was correct.

No, no!

This video is fake, why am I suddenly getting so invested, subconsciously treating it as real?

Mordred suddenly realized.

Don't forget, she had also made a bet with Gawain.

If she lost, she would have to eat mashed potatoes for a year.

That would be worse than death!

She cautiously asked, "Father, what do you think of this Nameless Heroic Spirit?"

"A liar!"

King Arthur stared intently at the video, her expression very strange.

This answer instantly relaxed Mordred, and she glanced smugly at Gawain beside her.

She won!

Even the King of Knights said it was a cheat, so she would get a whole year of vacation.

She could do whatever she wanted!

She was ecstatic!

In her good mood, she treated the video like a movie, almost reaching for a popcorn bucket.

In the video...

The Nameless Heroic Spirit gently patted the young girl's shoulder, "Now, draw the Sword in the Stone. I will become your most loyal Knight!"

This time, he didn't obstruct her at all.

"Okay!"

Artoria strode towards the gathered crowd.

A sword was conspicuously embedded in a massive stone.

Too many powerful Knights had already tried, straining with all their might, yet they couldn't budge it even a fraction.

The Knights were even beginning to doubt the truth of Merlin's prophecy.

At this moment, no one paid any attention to this unfamiliar, petite figure.