My Knights of the Round Table

Not paying attention to the enemies in front of her, she turned her head and looked at Arthur excitedly, eyes full of little stars.

"You, are you King Arthur?!"

Arthur took a step back, startled by the longing and admiration in her eyes.

So weird.

He had never seen this kind of eyes before, without any admiration, it was completely composed of admiration and longing, but such warm eyes.

Even for his most loyal Knights of the Round Table, loyalty overwhelms everything. There are only a few female Knights of the Round Table in his vision, but there are more complex emotions in their eyes.

Like her, eager and innocent eyes...?

This is like an ignorant girl who grew up reading his stories in later generations.

Under the eager eyes of the girl, Arthur glanced at the enemies opposite him from the corner of his eye.

They stood where they were, looking warily at Bradamante whose back was facing them, and seemed puzzled by the girl who suddenly appeared.

Joan of Arc...

The woman's golden eyes were only dissatisfied, but the pride of the 'superior' prevented her from making a sneak attack.

Although Artoria has been blackened, she is the same person, and Arthur knew that she would never do something like attacking others from behind. Even if she was not a knight, the king's dignity would not allow her to do that kind of thing.

As for the others...?

After confirming that there would be no problem, Arthur looked at Bradamante, who was full of little stars, and answered boldly.

"My name is Arthur Pendragon."

"Ahhhh! Is it really you?! Knight King of the Holy Sword! He is really super handsome. He has a lot more temperament than Charlemagne. They are all kings. You are more like a king than that guy. How many times! No, no, no, sorry, sorry! You should not be compared with that guy! That guy is not worthy!"

"Do you know Charlie Man? Hey, you are a living person, you won't know about future generations. But, but we really grow up listening to your story! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh , I want to come... what do I want to do? By the way, can you give me an autograph? No, no, no, I want many, many autographs! Going back will definitely make everyone envious!"

Bradamante shouted happily on his own, waving the light shield in his hand non-stop, his eyes full of starlight almost pounced on him.

Arthur always felt very familiar watching this scene.

He looked up at the scorching sun sky, and then at the shining light shield in the girl's hand.

How does it look like when it’s dark, a star chasing girl is holding a light stick and waving light sticks to cheer for the idol she admires in the darkness under the stage?

"Oh yes!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the light shield in her hand, and immediately held it up in front of her as if asking for credit, and pushed it to Arthur, who was already close at hand, to look at it.

"I was summoned as a Lancer, but in fact, I don't have a Noble Phantasm with a gun! Sorry! My Noble Phantasm is this shield. Yes, a magic shield that gathers light. It used to be a shield that gathers darkness equipped by evil magicians, but After defeating him, Lady Meili will purify the shield!"

The girl said with a shy expression on her cute face.

"Merry?"

"Yes, yes! It's Merry-sama! It's her who guides me who is lost in the future. Thanks to her, I can grow to where I am now, and let me become the knight I want to be! But! But I have never met her She has always given me advice in the tower, but her voice is super super nice, and she is so gentle! I have seen it... oh, I have not seen it, but I really want to meet her Yes! She is definitely the most perfect woman in the world!"

Bradamante cried out excitedly.

The most perfect woman.

Arthur thought carefully about Mei Li's usual appearance.

In front of me and Gao Wen and the others, her appearance and figure, her gentle and mature aura of a national teacher, and her mysterious and profound magic skills can indeed be called the most perfect woman in the world.

It's just that Arthur thought of how she usually looks dishonest and manipulative, and sometimes horny, so she couldn't unite her with the character the girl yearned for.

He looked up at the longing in her eyes, feeling a little sorry in his heart.

It's better not to see.

Compared to letting her continue chasing and dreaming, he couldn't bear to see her pitifully broken dream.

"But, but, I still want...Can you sign me?! Anywhere! As long as there is a signature, it will be fine! Of course, it would be even better if it is on this weapon that Master Meili helped me purify!"

Bradamante was not interrupted by Arthur's 'coldness' at all, and continued talking excitedly to himself.The frenzied appearance made Arthur wonder whether she would have rushed directly if he hadn't held Leticia in his arms and separated her.

But, speaking of...?

Looking at the fanatical Bradamante, he suddenly felt a little strangely happy.

At that time, the group of magicians in the Clock Tower England heard him, at most they were shocked by his strength, but they didn't expect this little French girl to admire him so much.

If it weren't for her appearance, he would have thought he was unpopular.

It seems that you can't discuss anything with the magician. Those people are too calm, so calm that people wonder if everyone is a nightmare.

"When exactly do you want to talk about?!"

Listening to Bradamante talking to himself endlessly, Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

Immediately, the temperature of the square became a little hotter under the scorching sun.

The heat caused Leticia's forehead to be covered with fine beads of sweat, and the surrounding air seemed to turn into a raging fire.

Arthur came back to his senses and used magic to cool Leticia down.

Instead of continuing to look at Bradamante, she raised her head and looked straight at Arturia and Joan of Arc standing in the distance.

Chapter 272 Chapter 23 Mellie's Voice

The difference between the two looks obvious.

Even under the cover of the dragon-shaped armor, the old god Arturia was there. He didn't know whether it was the induction of the same title as King Arthur or the same name as Pendragon, but he could vaguely feel her indifference.

It gave him the confidence and indifference that even if Budalamante yelled there for a whole day, she could wait for her to finish yelling, turn around, stab her with a gun, and then challenge him to a one-on-one fight.

And Black Joan...

Just like her bad smile before, her beautiful golden eyes were filled with displeasure, just like a tsundere little girl's displeasure when she finds out that her role as the protagonist has been robbed.

"Rider, you deal with her. As for the others, deal with her together."

After giving the order, Joan of Arc's unhappy expression finally eased, but this made Arthur doubt her mental age even more.

The purple-haired beauty dressed as a nun holding a cross received the order and stepped forward a few steps to the front of Joan of Arc, her breath locked on Bradamante.

There is no rash move, but the meaning of the challenge is self-evident.

"Unknown... knight, let's fight."

"Master King Arthur?"

Was Bradamante excited? His expression stopped, and he looked at him blankly.

Arthur glanced behind her and looked closely at her back, trying to restrain the purple-haired beauty whose eyes were scarlet but obviously irrepressible, and then glanced at Bradamante who was looking at him innocently.

"In short, let's deal with them first."

After receiving the order, Bradamante regained his energy, turned around vigorously and raised the light shield that was said to be a gun, and looked excitedly at the purple-haired beauty opposite.

"As ordered!"

Looking at the lively girl, Arthur sighed.

At the beginning, I was a little angry that the plan was destroyed, but such a brainless girl made people unable to get angry.

Fortunately, her combat power looks good.

Three on six.

It is acceptable for one person to play two games, not to mention that the opponent's coach seems to be out of his mind and has an exceptionally low mental age.

or more?

Thinking of the archer who was attacked that day but didn't show up, the servants in front of him didn't have the title of Archer, and Joan of Arc was still chanting Jill's name at the beginning...

He released Leticia from his arms.

Just now, I have been thinking of running away with the idea that there are more than two dozen and I can't fight. I hold her to prepare to run away at any time, but it doesn't seem to be necessary at this time.

"You hide."

"Hmm." Leticia escaped from the despair and panic at the beginning, calmed down a lot, let go of her arms reluctantly and got out of Arthur's embrace, nodded obediently, moved her mouth, mustered up her courage and whispered Said, "You have to be careful."

"I see."

Leticia trotted to the back of the square, and hid in front of a certain stone.

No one from Black Joan's group went to see her.

Arthur let go of Lungominiad and let her disappear as a spirit child, then held her hand again, and the holy sword wrapped in the enchantment of the Wind King appeared in his hand.

Seeing the holy sword in his hand, Artoria became interested, and raised the black Lungominyard a few steps forward.

Arthur looked at the excited Bradamante and reminded him.

"Be careful, the other party may have hidden Archer..."

"It's coming!"

Before Arthur could finish speaking, Bradamante rushed up and wrestled with the purple-haired beauty without looking back.

Arthur hesitated to speak, and seeing her rushing up, he sighed helplessly, followed and rushed in front of Artoria.

The holy sword and the blood-red spear collided fiercely.

'boom! '

......

Black Joan still did not make a move, and the situation was still under control.

Joan dealt with the enemy Lancer, Assassin, and Saber alone. Fortunately, the three of them didn't have any cooperation, and Joan's defense and means were amazing, so they didn't take her down for a while.

After a brief start, Joan of Arc asked Saber to help Rider deal with Bradamante after finding that Rider seemed unable to defeat Bradamante.

And that didn't help Joan's situation.

On the contrary, Bradamante, who had some advantages, began to lose the wind after facing the siege of Saber and Rider.

For a moment, the situation on the battlefield became anxious.