Dark Soul Moon

Kai sat beside her: "Artoria, what are you thinking?"

He patted Arturia on the shoulder vigorously.

"Brother Kai?"

Arturia raised her head and looked at him: "Those Saxon soldiers...are they coming at us?"

"Who knows? We don't have any evidence to prove that those Saxon soldiers came for us."

Kai shook his head.

"If you think we have attracted it, then kill more Saxons to make up for it."

His tone was flat and cold.

For the Britons, the Saxons introduced by King Vortigern were out-and-out enemies, killing the Britons and robbing the British land.

So a dead Saxon is a good Saxon.

"...Okay, Kai."

Ember sat by the campfire, watching the campfire silently.

Swords and guns were thrust into the ground.

Arturia sat next to him.

"Ash," she called.

Ashes turned her head and looked at her, "What's the matter?"

"I want to know, how many Saxons did you face before?" Artoria asked.

She was very curious, after all, when Ashes came out of the darkness covered in blood red, Artoria was almost frightened.

How many people had to be killed before the golden armor was dyed bright red.

"...Probably dozens of people." Ashes recalled and replied.

This time the Saxon soldiers he was facing frantically moved close to his side to attack.

The excessive length of the Dragon Hunting Sword Spear became a burden at this time.

So Ashes replaced it with a scythe suitable for harvesting to deal with the Saxon soldiers approaching.

The sharp blade and the scythe specially designed for bleeding will bring out a large amount of blood splashing on him with every attack.

In the end, the original gold dragon hunting armor was dyed red.

And at the end, there are traces of ghosts.

Mixed among the ordinary Saxon soldiers, intending to attack him, he was killed by the backhand with the switched out dragon hunting sword gun.

"Ash, you are amazing!"

Artoria looked at him with adoring eyes.

Although Ashes repelled the Saxon invasion last time, Artoria didn't have any intuitive feeling because the battlefield was too far away from her.

But this time was different, Ashes was fighting outside the village, facing the siege of dozens of people.

Artoria could clearly hear the screams of the Saxon soldiers and their desperate voices.

This is enough to prove from the side how terrifying Ashes' strength is.

"...It's not a big deal." Ashes replied.

Even if the Saxon soldiers were mixed with ghosts, they would not pose much threat to him.

The strength of the Saxon soldiers was really too weak, Ashes suspected that these Saxon soldiers might be abandoned.

Otherwise, why would the Saxon side send some miscellaneous soldiers to besiege him?

"Ash, you must be the most powerful knight in Britain, right? Seal the humble king Vortigern, and single-handedly repel an army of more than [-] people, easily facing the siege of dozens of people."

"If I really become the king of Britain, Ashes, will you continue to stay by my side?"

Arturia asked.

With Ashes by her side, she felt very at ease.

Ash is a mentor who taught her the art and a powerful knight.

Emotionally and rationally, Artoria hopes that Ashes will always be by her side in the future.

"When the time comes, um...I will inform the entire British Isle and tell the British people about your deeds."

A big smile appeared on her face.

"...No one can be sure about what will happen in the future."

After a long silence, Ashes replied.

After all, the time when Arturia can grow enough to inherit part of Chuhuo's power is uncertain. It may be completed before Artoria becomes king, or after Artoria becomes king.

He didn't know.

Artoria's body hides the power of a dragon, and that power of a dragon gives Ashes a sense of familiarity.