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"Artolis, they seem to be looking at you."

"Mr. Ian, I know."

Artolis's eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was no trace of sadness in his green eyes.

"They think it was my drawing of the sword that caused the corruption of the wheat, so they have such eyes."

Ian felt the sweetness of his successful resistance.

But he also knew that this was not the time to be proud.

"Then Artolis, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?"

"Do not."

Artolis turned his head and looked at the man next to him who was much taller than him.

She smiled.

That was the smile she should have at her age.

"Mr. Ian, actually I don't feel bad."

"Before I pulled out the blade, I heard the voice coming from the sword. It told me that I would gain a lot and lose a lot."

"So--"

Artolis looked at Ian in front of him.There was a bit more deep emotion in the green eyes.

"Now that what I can get is in my hands."

"I really should bear the loss."

"What's more, I don't think it was the disaster I caused."

"So I'm not going to feel bad about it."

Artoris, or Artoria, said it very frankly.

This is the exchange and oath she made with the blade in her hand.

Now it will be shown to Ian without reservation.

but--

Arturia didn't know one thing.

That is, the more she confessed about the extraordinary exchange between herself and the sword in her hand, the more Ian could feel the tingling sensation coming to his face.

Hard work and dedication are meaningless in the face of an established scam.

What irony is this?

Ian's nails almost dug into his palms, and his expression was filled with a bit of hatred.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ian's appearance, Artolis held his hand with a worried look on his face.

"Is it because you have to bear these gazes with me that it makes you uncomfortable?"

"If that's the case, I'm really sorry!"

Irony is real irony.

But Artolis's worries are indeed genuine.

Ian was in a complicated mood and had to change the topic.

"Artolis, that's not the case."

"I just want to know how you plan to solve these problems - you can't just ignore them, right?"

"You said this."

Artolis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then Mr. Ian, you can rest assured."

"I already have enough countermeasures."

"The magician named Merlin promised to help me solve the problem of wheat outside the city."

"As for these knights in the city—"

The girl's eyes broke away from Ian, and then she suddenly became indifferent.

Under everyone's gaze, she stepped onto the stone platform where the sword blade had been.

The girl raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at the blue sky above her head.

"The knight's problem should be solved by the knight's method."

"If any of you have any objections to me——"

"Then challenge me with your blades."

63. The challenge launched with the father’s sword ([-] words chapter)

A knight's sword cannot be pulled out of the scabbard casually.

Because once someone responds to the drawer's sword, it means the beginning of a duel.

And now-

Artoris not only drew his sword, but also pointed it at the entire Camelot.

This means that her target is not one or a few, but all knights.

If you understand it in more popular, even vulgar terms——

That's a simple sentence.

"If you don't accept it, do it."

Under normal circumstances, Ian would probably think that the person who did this was too arrogant.

And the results waiting for them are obvious.

That is to add swords to one's body, and finally pay the price for one's arrogance.

But the situation here in Artolis doesn't seem to be understandable this way.

[Talent Blessing in the Lake + has been activated: For you whose magic power has been improved, you will notice the mysterious power exuded by Artolis at this moment. 】

[You realize that she is not as delicate as she appears. 】

[But you don’t want to give up the opportunity for her to challenge the entire Knights of Camelot by herself. 】

[You decide to sit back and see what happens. 】

[But what you don’t know is that in the crowd at this moment, there is another pair of eyes holding similar thoughts. 】

"This is how things turned out."

Merlin, who was hiding among the crowd, looked interested in the girl holding the sword in the stone who challenged the knights.

"It's beyond imagination."

“Being able to witness more possibilities at once is really worth the money.”

"But speaking of-"

Merlin looked at Ian at the front of the crowd.

"Artoria, you already know that he is married, right? But you can still selectively ignore it all."

"Is this the so-called reserved heartbeat that is only valid for him?"

"It's really fun."

Merlin's words were not heard by anyone, nor could they be heard by anyone.

He would never allow himself to stand above a million sharp points.

[Artolis’s words temporarily shocked everyone present. 】

[But this shock did not last long. 】

[After all, her figure is too petite. If you haven't witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be difficult to connect her with the matter of pulling out the Sword of King's Choice. 】

[Soon, those with a little more courage came up with heretical ideas. 】

"I come!"

A bald man emerged from the crowd.

He looked fierce with a heavy back and a heavy body, and there was a sour taste of cheap wine in his mouth.

Obviously, this is not a so-called knight, but a ruffian from Camelot City.

However, the bald man did not hide this.

"Hey! Little one, I'm not a knight! Am I qualified to challenge you?"

"no problem."

Artolis looked at the bald head in front of him with an indifferent expression.

"Anyone who comes is welcome."

"Okay! That's what you said!"

The bald head looked around and borrowed a long sword - there were many people watching the excitement with the same idea, so this was not a difficult task.

"Drink—!"

He held the long sword he had just borrowed, and after shouting, he rushed directly towards Artolis.

This is an extremely vicious scene.

But looking at the gangsters rushing towards him, Artolis didn't make any move to parry.

"Wrong way to hold a sword."

"Stupid sword direction."

"An offense full of holes."

"An opponent not worthy of wielding a sword."

After some judgment, the bald man also rushed in front of Artolis.

The borrowed sword's blade glowed silvery in the light of Britain.

It stabbed towards Artolis.

This seemed like a hit, and his bald head glowed with excitement.

But that's not the case at all.

Artoris turned his head slightly, and the sword blade passed by without even touching his hair.

The whole process happened almost instantly, as if she had already seen through it all.

Baldhead was stunned for a moment.

He prepared for a reckless second blow.

But before he could do so, Artolis had already snatched the blade from him and pointed it at him.

"Admit your failure," she said.

Looking at the sword blade very close to his throat, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on his bald forehead.

"I lost...don't kill me!"

"You are not a knight, of course I will not kill you."

Artoris threw the borrowed sword in his hand to the ground.

"You go."

"Thank you, thank you!"