"Everyone, are you willing to fight alongside me and drag Angsaisis off his throne?"
The moment Artoria called out, more than half the voices responding from below the platform fell silent.
People came to their senses one after another, whispering incessantly among themselves.
"Overthrow the Dragon King's rule!"
"This girl is far too brave!"
"But she's already been crowned king. She's openly opposing the Red Dragon King Angsaisis now."
"The Dragon Clan has ruled the world for three thousand years. I don't believe she can succeed. Let's get out of here."
"I remember Uther of the Pendragon Lineage making quite a grand showing a few hundred years ago, but didn't he fail all the same? He died, and his lineage was wiped out."
"Uther was her father!"
"Ah, I don't even know what came over me just now. How did I end up witnessing her coronation?"
The overwhelming aura Artoria had unleashed by drawing the Sword in the Stone was soon defeated by reality.
Some shouted indignantly, feeling that Artoria had dragged them into this.
Some had fear in their eyes, utterly terrified by the talk of resisting the Dragon King.
Some greased their soles and turned to flee, wishing their parents had given them a few more legs.
With life and death at stake, there was no counting on strangers who had only met her once to bow down in allegiance over a few slogans. Besides, those who could come to attempt to draw the sword all possessed cultivation. They were no fools.
But some people stayed where they were.
Though they said nothing, their eyes held the same aspirations as Artoria's.
Countless living beings suffered unbearably under the Dragon King's tyranny, and many of these people were among them.
The oil of resistance had long been there. All