King Arthur

Without hesitation, without flinching.

Artoria's hand gripped the hilt of the golden sword of victory, Cailbur.

Amidst the gazes of everyone—some eager, some calm, some astonished—Cailbur was drawn out without the slightest obstruction.

Merlin smiled, "From this moment on, the name Artoria shall fade away along with your glory. According to the final wish of King Uther, my King, from now on, we shall address you as King Arthur."

Having cast aside her identity as a woman, the young girl who had become the king named "Arthur Pendragon" turned around and raised Cailbur high in her hand.

The golden blade was incomparably brilliant, reflecting a dazzling and mesmerizing light.

Led by Anno and Merlin, everyone present could not help but kneel on one knee.

King Arthur was born at this very moment.

Not long after, numerous knights from unknown origins gathered at the Knights' Cemetery.

Spies had spread the news of Arthur's successful extraction of the sword.

Anno stood up in a rage, drawing the Chalk Holy Sword at his waist to drive away the knights who had intruded into the Knights' Cemetery.

"You bastards who disrespect the ancestors! Bullshit! Get out of this glorious place! You have no right to enter the Knights' Cemetery!" Everyone recognized this beast who had been lying dormant in Camelot for over a decade and retreated one after another; no one was willing to clash head-on with the strongest knight in Britain.

Although these busybodies were driven out, the news of the new king's birth still spread rapidly.

Residing in a castle on the outskirts of Camelot, Morgan le Fay was so furious that her gums bled, her beautiful face twisted with malice and hatred: "How is this possible!"

That damned sword had been stuck there for a year! Who on earth had pulled it out!

For the past year, she had been training her eldest son, Agravain, frantically, all in the hopes that Agravain would be the one to pull out that sword, but she never expected someone to beat him to it!

"Butler! Have the servants prepare my attire, I am going out!" she shouted, rushing off to change her clothes.

Regardless of anything else, she had to see it with her own eyes to believe it!

Time had reached the afternoon.

In the square within the Royal Court of Camelot.

A large number of nobles and knights had gathered here.

The news that the Sword of Selection had been pulled out was known to everyone, and the court mage Merlin had announced that the new King of Britain would appear here, with the coronation ceremony to be held in three days.

Many great nobles were dismissive and even considered not showing up at all.

However, the former commander of the Britain Chalk Knights, Viscount Anno, had taken his son and another knight directly to the homes of these great nobles to have a "heart-to-heart" talk and drink tea with them, after which they arrived "overjoyed."

A short while later.

A young knight wearing blue and white armor, with the Sword of Selection—Cailbur—hanging at his waist, walked onto the high platform in the square.

Behind him followed two people.

One was the most powerful military official in Britain—Count Anno.

The other was the court mage who had existed in the Royal Court since the time of King Uther—Merlin.

In the crowd beneath the platform, a noblewoman wearing a grey veil watched the figure on the stage, her eyes as jealous as a venomous snake.

After drawing the sword, Arthur had fully stepped into the role of the King of Britain, filled with incomparable confidence and glory.

Now, she leaned on the golden sword of victory, looking down at these great nobles of Britain.

What radiated from her young face was an unstoppable, sharp spirit.