Age of Heroes, Alaya Exposed Me

They prepared to join forces and denounce Merlin, demanding an explanation from him.

Artoria reached out and gripped the sword's hilt.

She knew clearly in her heart that once she drew the sword, she would no longer be an ordinary little girl.

But rather a king burdened with the fate of an entire kingdom and the future of countless people.

This sword was destined to be stained with blood!

The light suddenly flared.

The Sword in the Stone was drawn by her with utmost ease!

As if it had been waiting for her all along!

"How is this possible!"

A Knight stared at her blankly.

All eyes instantly focused on her.

Merlin cheered loudly from the side: "Rejoice! This is the King of Knights, who embodies the strength of all knights and is destined to lead Britain to glory!"

"The Sword in the Stone has been drawn. What is your choice?" the Nameless Heroic Spirit stated calmly from the side.

At this, all the knights with ambitions to claim the throne went into a frenzy.

One by one, they glared angrily at the trio: "This is a meticulously planned deception! What do you want to do?"

Why should a strange child be made king?

"Oh, good question. If you are interested, you can pledge allegiance to King Arthur, but you must first pass a selection process."

The Nameless Heroic Spirit looked at the surrounding knights and smiled, "Because only elites can join the Knights of the Round Table. We don't want trash!"

"Why are you looking at me? Do you think I'm trash?"

That Knight instantly became enraged, drawing his sword and pointing it at him.

"No, no, don't misunderstand."

The Nameless one drew his sword, smiling even more brilliantly, "I'm not targeting you specifically, I'm saying everyone present is trash!"

???

As soon as these words were spoken, a group of knights froze, wondering if they had misheard.

How arrogant could one be to directly provoke all the knights present?

Could he be a lunatic?

The Nameless one pointed his sword at them, sneering dismissively: "Britain is already in a life-or-death crisis, and yet you are still thinking about power struggles. Do you deserve to be king?"

"Why don't we deserve it? Only by being king can we better lead Britain to victory!"

A burly Knight responded angrily without hesitation.

[He who draws the Sword in the Stone shall be King of Britain]

This was the prophecy left by Merlin.

Many powerful knights rushed from all directions, precisely to contend for the sole throne of Britain.

As long as one could draw the Sword in the Stone, they could be crowned king and obtain legitimate royal status.

"Heh, I don't even want to expose you. You want to save Britain? You clearly just covet the throne of Britain, you scoundrel!"

The Nameless Knight unceremoniously exposed his clumsy lie.

The burly Knight's face instantly turned red, and he said angrily, "You are slandering me! Let's duel!"

The other knights all looked at the Nameless one with ill intentions.

In their eyes, this guy who had wantonly provoked everyone was already a dead man.

"Oh, since you want to challenge me, then let's not waste time. Come at me all at once!"

The Nameless Heroic Spirit very calmly pointed at all the knights present.

At this moment.

Artoria walked up to him and whispered, "Nameless, let me deal with these people."

"No need! They're just a bunch of trash, I can crush them with a flick of my wrist!" The Nameless one smiled.

But his eyes seemed to burn with a fierce flame, scorching everything!

[Damn, what an overbearing declaration, he's so cool again!]

[Is this still the Nameless Heroic Spirit? Can you believe it?]

[So cool! I wish I had a knight like this to protect me, I'm crying with envy!]

[The one upstairs, you're a guy, you're acting strange!]

[The perfect Nameless Knight, protecting the perfect King of Knights, what a destined fate!]

"Damn it, why is this guy so good at showing off?"

Mordred almost couldn't help but slam her hand on the table.

How dare some mere movie actor be cooler than her?

After watching the video, she'd march right up to this guy, grab him by the neck—

And ask him how to be so damn cool!

This person, in every action, every word, was so cool it made Mordred's eyes go wide.

She also wanted to be a glorious, majestic knight, enjoying everyone's adoration and respect.

Not be privately called a bratty kid!

Beside her.

Gawain stroked his chin, lost in thought. "I feel like I've thought of something, but I can't quite grasp it."

Watching the [The Perfect King] video, he felt as if a part of his memory had been heavily sealed away, and was now slowly being released, revealing his true past in a wondrous way.

There is no darkness under the sun.

As the dignified Knight of the Sun, how could he possibly have a hidden, unspeakable dark past?

"What a liar..."

Artoria looked at the screen with a complex expression.

Seeing herself and the Nameless Heroic Spirit in the video, countless forgotten memories began to resurface.

The first time she heard the Eight Virtues of a Knight spoken from his lips.

The warmth of his chest as he taught her swordplay hand-to-hand, a warmth she hadn't forgotten even after fifteen hundred years.

Preparing delicious meals for her, watching her enjoy them with a smile...

Countless memory fragments flooded back.

This liar, who had sworn to always be her most loyal guardian knight.

But.

I'm here, where are you?

"That's right, this guy is a liar, he's good at tricking people!"

Mordred nodded repeatedly, thoroughly displeased.

How could such a perfectly cool knight possibly exist?

Upholding justice, bravely sacrificing, content with being nameless... even she couldn't do all that!

In her opinion, a knight should stand above the heavens, enjoying everyone's worship while protecting them.

If he wanted to remain nameless, why even be a knight?

In the video.

The battle began.

Provoked by the Nameless Heroic Spirit's unrestrained taunts, a group of knights were instantly enraged.

However.

They disdained to team up, choosing to fight one by one in a battle of attrition.

"A bit stronger than the Fallen Knights before, at least they clung to some part of the knight's way."

Mordred pouted, finding it hard to watch these people lose.

Strangely.

As a seasoned Heroic Spirit in combat, she could clearly see that the entire battle appeared incredibly real.

So real, it was like a true knight's duel!

Could the video be real?

No, no, even the King said he was a liar, how could it be real!

But for some reason, Mordred started to panic a little.

What if, Just "what if" it was real!

Wouldn't that mean she'd have to eat Gawain's mashed potatoes for a whole year?

The selection of the king concluded.

The Nameless Heroic Spirit defeated all the knights who dared to challenge him.

"Will you be my guardian knight?" the young girl asked him expectantly.

To everyone's surprise.

The Nameless Knight smiled and shook his head. "Sorry, I won't be a knight, but I can walk in the darkness and eliminate all enemies for you."

"Alright... One day, I'll make you my knight!"

Artoria lightly bit her lip, a faint blush appearing on her face as she made a declaration that was almost a confession.

[Damn it, force-fed dog food again!]

[Ahhhh, I'm so jealous!]

[Um, I think I understand why the Heroic Spirits of France and Britain are enemies...]

[Stop talking, I get it too. I'll just wait for the video to end and watch the drama!]

[Damn, you guys are scary—take me with you!]

"Hey, hey, what drama are you watching?" Ilya asked curiously.

"You idiot! It's the most satisfying 'kitchen knife' drama, of course! Hmph, this guy brought this on himself!" Luo Ya's smile was exceptionally bright.

In front of these two Heroic Spirits, no matter how powerful you are, it's useless!

She shouted to the other side, "Wei Gong, peel an apple for me."

"Get lost, do it yourself!" the other person retorted.

"Tch, fine, I won't ask. Why are you angry? I didn't provoke you!" Luo Ya pouted.