This is My Heroic Path

"It seems that you are quite calm." Skaha showed a gratified smile, and planted the red gun on the ground with a solemn expression, "Whether you can kill Vortigern depends on you, Artoria .”

"What do you mean?" Artoria asked in bewilderment.

"The apprentice just asked you a word...he said, your magic power is still sufficient?" Skaha said.

"What does that have to do with the present situation?"

"Don't you understand?" Skaha grabbed the spear in the direction of the vanguard, and the spear fell into her hand.

"Why did Merlin give you this weapon, don't you understand?"

Arturia stared blankly at the weapon Scathach handed her.

That weapon seems to be shining brightly even in the dark.

It was given to her by Merlin, the Anchor of Lan that binds the stars, the Holy Spear—Lungomigniad.

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"Kai, you already knew that, right?" Bedivere looked at Kai and asked, "That king is the white dragon, and the real red dragon...is her."

When he finished speaking, his eyes fell on Artoria who was not far away.

Keimer nodded silently.

"Why didn't you say it sooner?!" Ranmallock asked loudly.

"I said, will anything change?" Kay asked back.

"Will Arturia do better if King Arthur is replaced?"

"But he's—"

"White Dragon?" Gawain took the words, he stuck the Holy Sun Sword on the ground, and his face was rarely without a smile, "It's not just Kai, I also knew about King Arthur a long time ago. It's about the body of the white dragon."

Everyone present was stunned. That Gawain known as the Sun Knight had already known the identity of King Arthur? And under such circumstances, he was still by King Arthur's side?

"Why...?" Bedivere looked at Gawain in puzzlement. Beside him was Lancelot who was barely supporting his body. He had been attacked by elves without warning and had lost his fighting power in advance. recovered a lot.

"As the Sun Knight, don't you only swing your sword for the real king?"

"You don't think he's the real King Arthur, do you?" Gawain looked back at Bedivere, "What measures do you think the real King Arthur will take after he takes office?"

"Do you think if it is a red dragon, it will do better and make Britain prosperous?"

Bedivere was speechless.

The other knights also fell silent.

It was not until a moment later that someone broke the silence with a low voice.

"What should I do..."

"Should we continue to regard him as king, or should we deny everything he has done?"

"Just because he is a white dragon, do you think he is the second Vortigern?"

The voices of you talking and me talking one after another, but Lancelot closed his eyes silently and remained silent.

At this moment, Arturia walked up to the Knights of the Round Table, "If you don't know what to do, how about following my orders for now?"

The voice just now suddenly fell silent, and the eyes of the Knights of the Round Table fell on the girl.

"Arturia?" Agguiwen looked at Arturia who was coming, and frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

Lancelot opened his eyes, "I voluntarily gave up the sword drawing ceremony and handed over the position of King Arthur to another person. What do you want to say now?"

Kai just looked at Artoria quietly, without saying a word.

"Every word and deed of the king will bear the fate of the people. I don't think I can do better than the current King Arthur." Artoria walked up to Lancelot and looked at him intently.

"Then what do you want to say?" Lancelot asked calmly.

"He is King Arthur," said Artoria again, "now, draw your swords and help me fight off the dragon."

Lancelot's eyes became sharper, "This sword is only wielded for King Arthur, the real King Arthur."

His sword pointed at Artoria, "And you are not."

Lancelot's body was crumbling, but it was full of astonishing momentum.

"Yes, I am not King Arthur." Artoria said, "The real King Arthur is now fighting Vortigern."

"He is the White Dragon—"

"Look up now!" she interrupted impatiently.

Almost all the knights subconsciously raised their heads to look at the pitch-black sky, the thunder in the clouds flickered rapidly, and the sound of thunder seemed to shake the sky.

Lancelot fell silent.

The white dragon is fighting another white dragon. In this case, can it really be said that King Arthur is not qualified to be king?

They are not the kind of stubborn bad old men, so they don't have such high obsessions.

Looking at the silent knights, Artoria took a shallow breath and then exhaled slowly.

She doesn't need everyone to agree with her, but at least let them recognize the existence of King Arthur, and then help him repel the dragon.