They were preparing to join forces and condemn Merlin, demanding an explanation from him.
Artoria reached out and gripped the hilt of the sword.
She knew all too well that once she drew the sword, she would no longer be an ordinary little girl.
She would instead become the king who bore the entire kingdom and the futures of countless people upon her shoulders.
This sword was destined to be stained red with blood!
A dazzling light suddenly flared.
She drew the Sword in the Stone with astonishing ease!
It was as if it had been waiting for her all along!
"How is that possible?!"
One of the knights stared at her blankly.
Everyone's eyes instantly converged on her.
Merlin began cheering loudly from the side. "Celebrate! This is the Knight King, destined to unite the strength of all knights and lead Britain toward glory!"
"The Sword in the Stone has been drawn. What is your choice?" the Nameless Heroic Spirit asked calmly from the side.
At that, all the ambitious knights who wanted to become king instantly went berserk.
They glared furiously at the three of them. "This is a carefully planned deception! What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Why should we let some strange little girl become king?"
"Oh, that's a good question. If any of you are interested, you may swear allegiance to King Arthur—but you'll have to pass a selection first."
The Nameless Heroic Spirit looked at the knight beside him and smiled. "Because only elites can join the Knights of the Round Table. We don't want trash!"
"Why are you looking at me? Are you calling me trash?"
The knight instantly flew into a rage, drew his sword, and pointed it at him.
"No, no, don't misunderstand."
The Nameless Knight drew his sword and smiled even more brightly. "I'm not targeting you. I mean that everyone here is trash!"
???
As soon as those words were spoken, all the knights froze for a moment, wondering whether something was wrong with their ears.
What kind of arrogant person would dare provoke every knight present so openly?
Could he be insane?
The Nameless Knight pointed his sword at them and sneered disdainfully. "Britain has long since fallen into a crisis of life and death, yet you're still fighting over power and profit. Are you worthy of becoming king?"
"Why wouldn't we be? Only by becoming king can one better lead Britain to victory!"
A burly knight angrily retorted without hesitation.
[The one who draws the Sword in the Stone shall become the King of Britain.]
That was the prophecy Merlin had left behind.
Powerful knights had come from all directions precisely to compete for the sole throne of the King of Britain.
As long as one drew the Sword in the Stone, one could be crowned king and gain the status of a legitimate ruler.
"Heh, I don't even want to expose you. Do you really want to save Britain? You're obviously salivating over the throne of Britain. How despicable!"
The Nameless Knight mercilessly exposed his clumsy lie.
The burly knight's face instantly flushed red. He shouted angrily, "That's slander! I challenge you to a duel!"
The other knights all looked at the Nameless Knight with ill intent.
In their eyes, this fellow who had recklessly provoked everyone had already become a dead man.
"Oh, since you want to provoke me, then stop wasting time. Come at me together!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit calmly pointed at every knight present in turn.
At that moment.
Artoria walked to his side and said softly, "Nameless, let me deal with these people."
"No need! They're nothing but trash. I can crush them with one hand!" The Nameless Heroic Spirit smiled.
Yet his eyes seemed to burn with raging flames, scorching everything!
[Hell, what a domineering declaration! He just made himself look cool again!]
[Is this really the Nameless Heroic Spirit? Can you believe it?]
[So cool! I want a knight like that to protect me! I'm crying with envy!]
[The person above is a man, though. Something's wrong with you!]
[The perfect Nameless Knight protecting the perfect Knight King—what a fated bond!]
"Damn it, why is this guy so good at showing off?"
Mordred nearly slammed the table and stood up.
He was just a movie actor, so why was he more impressive than her?
After finishing the video, she would go straight to this guy, grab him by the neck—
And ask him how to look cool!
Everything about this person, from his every move to every word, was so cool that Mordred's eyes went wide.
She wanted to become a glorious and imposing knight too, enjoying everyone's worship and respect.
Rather than being secretly called a brat!
Beside her.
Gawain stroked his chin, deep in thought. "I feel like I've remembered something, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
As he watched the [Perfect King] video, he felt as if some part of his memory had been heavily sealed away, while a strange sensation of his true past being released bit by bit emerged within him.
There was no darkness beneath the sun.
As the dignified Knight of the Sun, how could he possibly conceal some shameful, unspeakable past?
"What a liar..."
Artoria looked at the screen with a complicated expression.
After seeing herself and the Nameless Heroic Spirit in the video, countless forgotten memories began to awaken.
The first time she heard the Eight Virtues of a Knight from his lips.
The warmth of his chest as he guided her in swordsmanship, hand in hand—a feeling she had never forgotten even after fifteen hundred years.
The delicious food he prepared for her, watching her enjoy the meal with a smile...
Countless fragments of memory returned one after another.
This liar had clearly promised that he would always be her most loyal guardian knight.
But.
I'm here. Where are you?
"Yes, that guy really is a liar who specializes in deceiving people!"
Mordred nodded repeatedly, extremely displeased.
How could a perfect knight exist who was so cool it was explosive?
Upholding justice, embracing sacrifice, willingly remaining nameless... Even she couldn't do those things!
In her view, a knight should stand above the heavens, enjoying everyone's worship while protecting others.
If he wanted to remain unknown, why become a knight at all?
In the video.
The battle began.
Provoked recklessly by the Nameless Heroic Spirit, the group of knights instantly flew into a rage.
However,
they disdained joining forces and instead took turns attacking one by one.
"They're a little stronger than the fallen knights from earlier. At least they've preserved some of the ways of knighthood."
Mordred curled her lips, somewhat unable to bear watching their defeat.
Strangely enough.
As a battle-hardened Heroic Spirit, she could clearly see that the entire battle looked incredibly real.
It was so real that it seemed like an actual knightly duel!
Could the video be real?
No, no. Even Father King had said he was a liar. How could it possibly be real?
Yet for some reason, Mordred began to panic.
What if—
Just what if it was real!
Wouldn't that mean she had to eat Gawain's mashed potatoes for an entire year?
The selection of the king came to an end.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit defeated every knight who dared to provoke him.
"Would you be willing to become my guardian knight?" the girl asked, gazing at him with eager anticipation.
To everyone's surprise,
the Nameless Knight merely smiled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I won't become a knight. However, I can walk through the darkness and eliminate every enemy in your path."
"All right... One day, I'll make you my knight!"
Artoria lightly bit her lip. A faint blush appeared on her face as she made a declaration that was practically a confession.
[Damn it, I've been force-fed dog food again!]
[Ahhh, I'm so jealous!]
[Um, I think I understand why the Heroic Spirits of France and Britain are hostile toward each other now...]
[Don't say it. I understand too. I'm just waiting for the video to end so I can watch the drama unfold!]
[Hell, you people are terrifying—count me in!]
"Huh? Watch what drama?"
Ilya asked curiously.
"Idiot! Of course it's the most delightful yandere ending! Hmph, this guy completely brought it upon himself!"
Luo Ya smiled exceptionally brightly.
In front of these two Heroic Spirits, even overwhelming strength would be useless!
She shouted toward the other side, "Wei Gong, peel me an apple."
"Get lost. Do it yourself!" he replied.
"Tch, fine, don't peel it, then. Why are you getting angry? I didn't even do anything to you!"
Luo Ya pouted.
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