In other words, Father King could completely abandon her and go looking for Nameless.
Mordred silently made up her mind. She absolutely could not let those two meet in secret.
She had to stick close to them!
Knock, knock, knock~
Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly rang out outside.
A huge group of people burst into the prime minister's residence and shoved the door open without the slightest courtesy.
Kay led a large crowd inside. "Stop fighting! If you keep this up..."
After watching the video earlier, he had immediately realized that this father and daughter pair would definitely end up fighting.
To prevent another war that could destroy a country,
he had directly summoned all the Knights of the Round Table stationed throughout the land to come over and break up the fight.
"Are they fighting... without anyone dying... huh?"
After rushing into the prime minister's residence, Kay stared blankly at the peaceful scene before him.
What the hell?
Why were these two standing together so peacefully, with no sign of having fought at all?
Artoria calmly looked at the many Knights of the Round Table who had burst in. "What? Do you want me to abdicate?"
During the Age of Heroes, the Knights of the Round Table were stationed throughout Britain.
Unless there was a major festival or a crisis threatening the nation's survival, they would return to London to assemble.
But now, this entire group of knights had gathered!
"Ahem, nothing's wrong. We just missed the King too much and came back. Please forgive us, Your Majesty!" Kay said with an awkward cough.
Regardless of their purpose, they could not escape the charge of abandoning their posts without authorization and dereliction of duty.
"Since you're all here, let's hold a grand Knight of the Round Table investiture press conference. I'll preside over it personally." Artoria spoke indifferently.
"Is this about Nameless?"
Gawain asked tentatively.
At present, only this person was qualified to be invested as a Knight of the Round Table.
"Yes."
She replied calmly.
Gawain was extremely surprised. "But Nameless refused to become a Knight of the Round Table..."
From the very beginning, Nameless had refused to become a Knight of the Round Table, wishing only to be a true Nameless Knight.
"Hmph, he's angry with you. Who told you not to listen to him and insist on pulling out the Sword in the Stone?"
Mordred snorted.
This made her unbearably envious, jealous, and resentful.
If she had been born a little earlier, she would not have been treated like a little brat.
"He can refuse it, but I cannot refuse to grant it!"
King Arthur turned and walked away, her cloak billowing behind her.
This time, the King had not consulted anyone. She had exercised her absolute authority for the first time.
But,
the Knights of the Round Table present looked at one another, and not a single person objected.
Aside from their worship of the King,
and their trust in the King,
and their loyalty to the King,
Nameless absolutely deserved to be invested as a Knight of the Round Table. She deserved it more than any knight present!
After King Arthur's figure had completely vanished from sight,
Gawain reached out and patted Little Mordred's shoulder. "Little Mordred, don't be sad. I'll make you some delicious mashed potatoes later!"
"You Potato Spirit, do you really have to twist the knife?"
Mordred glared at him angrily.
That bastard of a brother had been targeting her from beginning to end. How infuriating!
After Kay learned the whole story behind their bet,
he revealed a delighted smile. "Little Mordred, the King's growth is all thanks to Gawain's exclusive secret potato dishes! As long as you eat the same portion as the King every day, I guarantee you'll grow too!"
"Really?"
Mordred was somewhat unconvinced.
"Has your big brother Gawain ever lied to you?" Kay asked with extreme confidence.
Gawain opened and closed his mouth beside him.
As expected of the famously sharp-tongued blabbermouth, this fellow had absolutely no qualms about spending someone else's reputation.
He had thrown the blame onto him without hesitation!
A perfectly nonstick pot!
"Th-then I'll give it a try..."
Mordred looked around at the Knights of the Round Table and reluctantly nodded.
There were so many honest—honest Knights of the Round Table. Surely they would not join forces to deceive her, right?
[King Arthur will hold a Knight of the Round Table investiture ceremony!]
As one of the most popular Heroic Spirits, the news spread across the world in an instant.
The discussion was even hotter than Joan's press conference earlier.
Because this was an investiture of a Knight of the Round Table!
Ever since the Age of Heroes began,
no new Knight of the Round Table had ever been born!
"Wei Gong, hurry and look! It's the Knight of the Round Table investiture!" Luo Ya could not help saying excitedly.
This was an event that only happened once in a century.
The entire internet had already exploded.
The moment she returned from school, she had stationed herself in front of the television, wanting to witness history with her own eyes.
"It'll probably fall to me."
Wei Gong watched the familiar figure on the screen with a complicated expression.
You really aren't that inexperienced girl anymore.
If only you had pulled out the Sword in the Stone a little later. You wouldn't have had to go through so much...
"Tch, do you think you're [Nameless]?"
Luo Ya rolled her eyes.
There were countless people online dreaming of the impossible and frantically praying for the honor to fall on them.
As long as they were personally invested by King Arthur, they would immediately advance to become a quasi-Heroic Spirit.
It was practically a meteoric rise!
On the screen,
King Arthur's voice, grand as a god's, resounded—
"Proclamation!"
"Your fate rests beneath mine, and my fate rests upon your sword!"
"Respond to my investiture. Those who obey this will, answer me!"
"Hereby swear:"
"I am the King of the Knights of the Round Table. I am one who follows the path of knighthood!"
"Let the knight's oath crown you. Accept this investiture, Nameless Knight!"
At this moment, everyone was watching.
The moment these powerful and flawless Heroic Spirits appeared, they instantly ascended to the world stage.
Countless people were captivated by their beautiful figures and became their most fervent fans.
King Arthur unleashed her full, boundless might, enough for one person to stand against an entire nation!
Her voice traveled through the internet and spread across the world.
Surrounding her,
Gawain, Mordred, Kay, and the other Knights of the Round Table were all powerful Heroic Spirits renowned throughout Britain and even the world.
One knight after another stood silently in attendance.
After Britain had originally voted to leave Europe, the country had remained at the center of the world's turmoil.
But now,
the many mighty Knights of the Round Table once again proved to the world that Britain had never declined.
Countless Britons streamed out of their homes, gathering into a vast river of people and erupting into fervent cheers.
"An investiture of a Knight of the Round Table—history is being witnessed once again!"
"I've brought the King to this world, and she's invincible under heaven!"
"This confirms once and for all that The Perfect King is real too! Who exactly is Alaya?"
"She's too powerful, as powerful as a god! No wonder King Arthur stands at the summit of the Heroic Spirit pyramid!"
"By the way, this kind of investiture seems to require the other party's response. Will [Nameless] accept?"
"I can't help feeling that this is a show of force against Her Majesty Joan..."
France, Palace of Versailles.
The paladins and parliamentarians all stood in front of their Queen.
"Your Majesty, please calm down!"
"If you really intervene now, it would be no different from declaring war on Britain!"
"Nameless will never agree. Please rest assured, Your Majesty!"
The group was drenched in cold sweat.
Their noble and mighty Queen of France, the Dark Saintess Joan, was glaring furiously at the pillar of light shooting into the sky.
The pillar of light from the Holy Sword of Stars was dazzling beyond belief.
Even across the strait more than a hundred kilometers away, it could be seen with perfect clarity.
"This is absolutely a provocation against me!"
Under everyone's extremely tense gazes, Joan sat back down on her throne.
She snorted in utter disdain. "What are you looking at? I haven't lost my mind!"
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