The Beauty Throwing Herself Into My Arms (Not) (Continued)

Corrupted by the divinity of Rhongomyniad, she had been an erroneous, twisted existence from the start—a byproduct of warped time and space. When the flawed world was corrected, the flawed goddess should have been erased as well.

Yet that did not happen. Artoria, who should have vanished along with the repair of the Singularity, opened her eyes once more and found herself in another world.

In this world, she could become a king again. Yes, in both ability and character, Artoria could absolutely become the supreme ruler of this world, if she wished.

But if she did not wish to, that was another matter.

"A king does not understand the hearts of men."

That had been the judgment passed on her by one of Artoria's former retainers.

"Do I truly have the right to be king?" Doubt arose in Artoria's heart.

In truth, that so-called doubt was merely an excuse. At its core, her questioning of her own qualifications stemmed from the fact that Artoria had grown weary of being king.

She was truly exhausted. So very exhausted.

A king could not admit to fatigue or cowardice. Having come to this world, Artoria was unwilling to acknowledge her exhaustion, so she fled from it through self-doubt.

"An adventurer... what kind of profession is that?"

"Protectors of humanity?"

"I see. Then I will become an adventurer."

Rather than becoming a leader, she would become a protector of humanity and use that to atone for her sins. Artoria made that decision. She would silently protect the humans of this world from the shadows.

If Aya had not appeared, Artoria, determined to become humanity's protector, would inevitably have come into conflict with the Great Tomb of Nazarick. She possessed the strength to defeat and kill one, or even several, Guardians, but in the