A handsome young man dressed simply, holding a lance, rushed past Arthur.
"That is…"
The opponent's speed was very fast, and it only took a few seconds from entering Arthur's field of vision to disappearing.
But in such a short period of time, Arthur was deeply impacted.
"It's not because of appearance, temperament, or dress. It's that special aura. Is this kind of thing possible?" He frowned and murmured in a low voice, and followed him involuntarily.
It was so weird, that guy, he had to figure it out.
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Today's town is different from the past, the atmosphere has become cheerful and lively.
Not only the children were laughing and talking, but even the adults were laughing and discussing something with each other.
Artoria, who came to the town, quickly rushed to the place Hector said.
The end point is a place surrounded by all kinds of people. It's so crowded that you can't even see inside. Among this group of people were commoners, nobles, and many knights wearing armor. As she got closer, her speed gradually slowed down. She squeezed into the crowd and could clearly hear what the people around her were discussing.
"Merlin, it's Merlin."
"Ah, Merlin is here!"
The two children held hands and excitedly shouted this name that everyone in Britain knew.
Merlin, the great magician who helped Britain and gave people hope.
As for his character, let's not talk about how he is in the circles of nobles and knights. At least among civilians, the magician has always maintained a beautiful and elegant appearance, coupled with a mysterious and strange charm, which makes him quite popular among people.
In short, this Merlin is in good condition and is worth buying as a work of art.
"That great magician, Merlin? Come here to our town?" Arturia said in surprise.
"Well, he came yesterday."
Each of the children answered Artoria's questions cordially.
"It's finally time to choose King Uther's successor, and all the knights of the country are here."
"The knight who can pull out the holy sword pierced on this stone is the king."
"Who can pull it out?"
"Who can be the king?"
Even children know and have always believed in the prophecy. It is not an exaggeration to say that everyone knows it. It can be seen from this that Merlin has a high status in the hearts of the common people and the importance of the Chosen Sword to Britain.
"That's right." Artoria nodded and looked in the direction the two children were pointing: "This is the Chosen Sword."
It was an extremely gorgeous long sword that was pierced into the stone and decorated with beautiful gems and gold.
It's more like a decoration or piece of art than a sword for slashing. The area around the sword is shrouded in mystery. Its shining cold light makes no one doubt its sharpness.
[CALIBURN]
The first time she saw this sword, Artoria seemed to feel that it was her destiny.
——Why, he has survived to this day with the fake male identity of 'Artorias'. Why do you start practicing swordsmanship and studying state affairs from the time you are young, and abandon your human emotions? Needless to say, it's all about today. I was born into this world in order to pull out the King's Certificate. [Ideal King], it is with this goal that I have become what I am today.
That was a responsibility that had been destined to her since before she was even born.
All along, I have been working hard, working hard, and working hard, just for this moment.
King.
She must exist as the king of this country.
It was neither longing nor love for the country, just because Arturia was taught this way and felt that becoming a king was the right thing to do.
So, step by step, slowly and steadily, she approached the Sword in the Stone.
However, on the way, a tall figure blocked her way.
This is a knight who makes the atmosphere restless. Although he has handsome features, he has an arrogant expression on his face and looks quite difficult to get along with.
Kay, the son of Sir Ector, is also the adopted brother of Arturia.
"Brother Kay?" Artoria finally came back to her senses: "This is something you forgot. Hector asked me to send it to you."
With that said, Arturia held out the lance in her arms.
"Ah."
Kay responded softly and glanced at the lance with great boredom.
As Artoria's adopted brother, Kay witnessed with his own eyes how the five-year-old came to his home and how he grew up to be what he is today. I remember that when he first saw Artoria, Kay concluded that this guy would be a beautiful woman in the future.
However, Kay's father, Hector, said this to Kay.
——'From now on, treat her as a younger brother. '
Madness.
At that time, combined with Merlin's prophecy circulating outside, Kay guessed something.
Today, Artoria specially sent him a lance that he rarely wore. Kay naturally knew what this meant.
That old guy who has lost his head is stupid, stupid, extremely stupid! Just like this country, it's so stupid that it makes you want to vomit!
He really couldn't forgive him for putting all the heavy fate of a country on a young girl, his own sister.
"Is that the Chosen Sword?" Arturia didn't care about Kay's attitude, or in other words, she was used to it, and returned her attention to the Sword in the Stone.
Kay snorted disdainfully: "As you can see, no one can pull out the sword. Putting it there will only increase trouble. The succession to the throne will be determined by the knights' knockout competition."
"That…"
"This is something that has been decided."
Kay interrupted Artoria's words with a stern tone, as if hoping to dispel his sister's unnecessary illusions in this way.
No. That is not a fantasy. Even if the situation is led to the point where "The Sword in the Stone has lost its meaning," and turned into an established fact, Kay's behavior will be useless in the end. King Arthur will show up and pull out that damn sword.
Kay clearly understood that this was going to happen no matter what.
"The matter has been decided."
"When it's clear that the king hasn't been chosen yet?" Sure enough, Artoria didn't give up.
"Rather than believing in prophecies, it is more in line with human nature to judge by military strength, money, and strength. It has nothing to do with you here. You should go back to your father. Don't be seen by other knights, or they will tease you again. With a body as thin as a woman's, I can't even lift a sword. Listen, this is the first and last chance, go home, Artoria." Kay was very serious, but also seemed to have given up.
The first time, outside, was called 'Artoria'.
If it were normal, he should be called 'Artorias'.
This made Arturia look around nervously, and then she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one was paying attention.