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

Welcome to my time!

As the only Saxon in the kingdom, Dinah received special care from Artoria, or Char.

She has the only house not built by her own hands, has her own private stove, and has the opportunity to study with Morgan…

All of this is a good thing that other people can’t envy.

But now it is all occupied by Dinah alone.

“Of course, there is no other way.”

“If we don’t do this, she will definitely be squeezed to death.”

Xia never underestimated this kind of “maliciousness” from the group.

If she relied on her own strength, with Dinah’s weak body, she couldn’t bear the huge pressure at all.

Therefore, as the king, Artoria must stand firmly behind her and provide her with proper protection.

This is called caring for the “disadvantaged groups”.

But at the same time, such care is destined to cause dissatisfaction among those “most people”.

In this case, Shaar had to restrain himself a bit, and let Dinah experience what is called “the danger of the human heart”.

She is unlucky, and others will gloat.

But after taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune, those people will feel a lot more balanced in their hearts, and try to have a new communication with that unlucky little girl.

——Even if it’s just a pretentious condolence, it’s definitely better than the previous situation of being alone with only Fufu.

“Of course, whether she can seize this opportunity depends on herself.”

Char explained “ruthlessly”.

This time, he had really fed the meal to the little girl’s mouth.

If she still can’t integrate into this group… then she won’t be able to.

The so-called human heart is the most complicated thing in the world.

Even Shaar didn’t dare to say that his decision must be correct.

He can only say that he tries his best until he succeeds.

…

For the time being, ignore the crying little girl.

Morgan, who had finished the statistics, reported the results of this harvest day to Artoria.

“I harvested 200 catties of tomatoes, and 25 catties of peppers~.”

That’s not much.

The main reason was that the seeds brought back by Merlin were too scarce, even if every household planted them, one person would not be able to get a few seeds.

Things are getting better, though.

If nothing else, the crops will be harvested for two more seasons this winter.

By then, every household should be able to get a lot of things.

At the same time, Arturia was more concerned about the [Potatoes] harvest.

After all, that was the fundamental goal of her sending Merlin to the New World.

But now, Morgan told her. The growth of that new crop was not as good as expected.

“Only about 1,200 catties were harvested.”

This is not a reasonable number.

You know, according to Shaar’s estimate, the sack of potatoes that Merlin brought back should be able to grow at least two thousand catties.

This is what he said conservatively.

But now, the real harvest is only 60% of what he expected?

Shaar felt that this was a bit of a slap in the face.

But fortunately, Morgan explained the situation clearly in time.

“It’s because the mystery of the land under our feet is constantly passing away.”

If we say that before this, Morgan was still in a state of vague understanding of the “mystery”.

Now, when she changed her job to become a fairy in the lake, she already understood many secrets.

“Mysterious passing, which will cause the land to lose its yield, so that we can’t grow crops.”

“This situation is already considered good.”

“If it’s wheat… I’m afraid it won’t even weigh 500 catties.”

“And it’s going to go on and on and get worse every year.”

Morgan said with a wry smile.

To tell the truth, she hated the feeling.

You know everything, but you can’t do anything.

I can only lead a group of people who don’t know anything, and struggle hard in the darkness where there is no hope.

…

No time for small talk.

After briefly reporting on today’s harvest, Morgan left.

There are still many things she needs to deal with, and today is probably another sleepless night.

——Fortunately, the fairies in the lake don’t need to sleep either.

At the same time, after being reminded by Morgan, Artoria’s heart was also heavy.Not a lot.

So much so that now she is in the mood to taste the delicious dishes cooked with new crops.

“Your Excellency Char.”

After a long silence, Artoria suddenly asked:

“Do we have any other options?”

Her voice was bitter.

She didn’t say it clearly, but Shaar, who was connected with her, could fully understand what she wanted to express.

“The British Isle is now dead.”

“We can’t sit still, we have to find a new way out.”

As for where is this new way out?

That’s a bit much.

To the west is the American continent, to the east is the European continent.

It can make Arturia flex its muscles.

But the problem now is, can Artoria, who is not keen on [conquering the land], get over the hurdle in her heart?

Shaar shook his head.

to be honest.

If it was Artoria before today, she would definitely not be able to pass the test in her heart.

Yesterday, she was still a king immersed in ideals (what?), she would rather drown in ideals than succumb to reality.

But today she is completely different.

“With the sword in your hand, guard the smiles on people’s faces and open up a road to the future.”

When she said this, she was definitely not slapping her swollen face and pretending to be a fat tongue in front of Scatha.

But from the bottom of my heart, I want to entrust all my emotions and wishes to the blade in my hand.

Merlin said that she is the last king of the Age of Gods and shoulders the mission of ending the Age of Gods.

But now, Artoria wants to say that she will become the king of the new era and lead her people to the real future.

Thinking of Arturia here, she suddenly smiled.

She thought, she already understood what she really should do.

“How can there be any difference between the age of gods and the new era?”

“Obviously it’s all my time!”.