I, the sword in the stone, want to take the knight king

The Arms of the King of Knights

The sun sets and night falls.

The knights who hesitated before finally put aside their worries for the time being, and gathered again in the courtyard where the king election ceremony was held.

Undoubtedly, they saw Arturia, the king-chosen sword in Artoria’s hand, and even more so, the dazzling light released from that sword.

——There is no doubt that this incomparably noble golden light is the proof of the king’s status.

But unfortunately, after witnessing these rays of light, these knights did not express any surrender to Arturia who had become king.

Even, quite the opposite.

The knights who were fighting for the throne just now turned their weapons in unison and aimed at this little yellow-haired girl who appeared out of nowhere.

This is a matter of course.

You know, these knights wearing armor and holding spears are all excellent fighters who have experienced many battles and are honored.

They have their own territories, their own subjects, and their own grand ambitions.

Among them, there are many real kingdom leaders.

In order to fight against the humble king Vortigern and those foreign Saxons, they can choose to join forces and form a coalition.

But this does not mean that they are willing to give up their power for an illusory prophecy, and recognize Artoria, who is not even a knight, as king.

The wages of avarice is death.

After the actual interests are involved, the so-called righteousness is nothing more than a high-sounding fig leaf.

“So, in the final analysis, it still depends on the weapons in your hands to determine the ownership of the throne?”

“The so-called human beings are really… ugly.”

The Magician of Flowers, who had expected this kind of thing long ago, looked at the tense scene in front of him, but there was a smile from his heart on his face.

Ugliness and beauty are relative.

The uglier these people are, the more they can bring out the nobility of the flower of the knight.

andNow, as the first test on the road to becoming a king.

Merlin was looking forward to it from the bottom of his heart, what kind of answer would Arturia give?

…

The residents of the town stared at Artoria.

The knights with weapons stared at Arturia.

The flower magician who wants to see a beautiful scene looks forward to Artoria.

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were on Artoria.

This is the king.

Whether you are loved, feared, or hated by others, you will always receive people’s continuous attention.

And, let’s be honest.

Under the gaze of these gazes, Artoria was actually a little nervous at first.

Now she is, after all, just a slightly immature little girl.

Even if she had made fifteen years of preparations for today’s arrival. But when she really raised the sword of the king, and became the king of Britain, she still couldn’t help feeling panic.

——Simulation and reality are still different after all.

In the simulated dream, she can fail countless times, and the legendary great magician helps her sum up her experience.

But the cruel reality will never give her a chance to “do it again”.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was impossible for Merlin to give her any suggestions.

Now Arturia can only rely on herself.

Oh, by the way, and the magic sword in his hand.

“Hack them, hack them to death!”

“It’s really disrespectful to dare to look at the king with such eyes!”

Feeling the hostility released from those knights, Shaar, not to be outdone, also responded with loud shouts.

At the same time, even more dazzling light bloomed from the sword of the Sword of King Selection.

Different from the golden light with a hint of peace hidden in the dignity just now, the current light suddenly becomes hot and glaring, making it impossible to look directly at.

Under the shroud of this light, Artoria is like a real god, bringing infinite oppression to people.

Under the pressure of such awe-inspiring power, the knight who was not firm in his will was already trembling, and almost wanted to run away.

At the same time, Shaar’s shout brought Arturia back to her senses from the state of panic just now.

“Alright, Your Excellency Char.”

She comforted Xia, with a slight smile on her clean face.

“It’s just some sheep that have gone astray, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Arturia said very calmly.

It seems that they don’t pay attention to the knights who are at war in front of them at all.

But if you think about it carefully, this may be a matter of course.

Artoria is king after all.

Even if she is just taking the throne for the first time, she doesn’t have her own royal officials, let alone her own royal army.

But the power called “King” hidden in her body has been revealed without a doubt.

“Maybe not today, but sooner or later they will come to their senses and become my subjects.”

Artoria said with certainty.

She is the king of Britain, and if she had no other choice, she would definitely not point her weapons at her own people.

From the beginning to the end, the only enemies in her eyes were the White Dragon King Vutigeng, and those alien races who were brought over by Voutigeng.

After thinking about this, Arturia naturally lost interest in these knights with weapons.

In contrast, the current Arturia is more interested in the so-called “magic sword” in her hand.

After all, in Artoria’s impression, those so-called magic swords often have some very evil powers, which can affect the emotions of users unconsciously.

But Artoria didn’t feel any “evil” or “tyrannical” from this king-chosen sword.

Even, quite the opposite.

The power fed back from this sword fit her soul so well, as if the sword had been a part of her body from the very beginning.

If it weren’t for the fact that there are too many people here, it is really impossible to pull this face off. The current Arturia is probably already using screams to vent her excitement and joy in her heart.

However, in addition to being excited, Arturia was inevitably a little puzzled in her heart.

Such a sword that suits him so well…why is it called a magic sword?

“Your Excellency Char?”

“Ok?”

“Can you tell me what your specific ability is?”

Arturia asked curiously.

She was really curious about what kind of power this evil sword possessed.

Is it possible to destroy the world with a single wave?

Or is it a curse that can bring misfortune to the user?

However, it was beyond Arturia’s expectation.

Shaar, who can be outspoken in the face of his [Magic Sword] identity, chose to remain silent when faced with this question from her.

“…”

“Your Excellency Char?”

“That… can you not tell me?”

“???”.