"Come in."
"My king!"
Bang!
The door burst open, and a white figure rushed into the dining room.
There was no need to guess. That white figure was none other than Sovell.
But when Sovell saw Artoria eating with Bedivere and the others as usual, he froze where he stood.
"Huh?"
A voice had clearly told him just moments ago: Your king is in danger!
So why was she now...
"Sovell, you're back."
Only after Artoria spoke did Sovell come to his senses and drop to one knee.
"Forgive me, my king. I have behaved improperly."
"Oh my, my~ Were you in such a hurry that you couldn't even have someone announce you?"
Even when Artoria began teasing him, Sovell offered no response. He merely lowered his head further.
After all, he was the one who had breached etiquette.
"Hahaha, all right, all right. Rise. There's no need for us to worry about formalities between king and subject, is there?"
Seeing that things had gone a little too far, Artoria lightened the mood, then left her seat at the head of the table and helped Sovell up.
A maid beside them also took the initiative to push a chair up to the square table for Sovell.
"So, my king, how do you intend to handle the arrival of the Six Kings?"
Sovell stopped wondering where that voice had come from, composed himself, and asked the same question Bedivere had asked earlier.
Naturally, Artoria laid out her entire plan. After hearing it, Sovell considered for a moment before replying:
"Sending gifts to test their intentions... I see. That is indeed a viable approach.
However, my king, we must never fight an unprepared battle. I suggest we begin readying our troops now, just in case."
Despite his measured words, Sovell was already