Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"The King of Knights, Arturia, is that right?"

"The wisdom of seeing through the real name?" A smile appeared on Artoria's delicate and mature face: "It really is you——Lo Wei."

"My kingly spiritual mentor."

"I have a lot to say to you."

"But before that."

Arturia raised the spear in her hand.

There was a bit of excitement mixed with calm in her words.

Just as king,

She doesn't get emotional.

She knew that she was at war right now.

Therefore, she will show her royal way here.

"Gilgamesh, this is my battle, don't intervene!" Of course, it was impossible for Rovi to let Kim Pika intervene.

It was not easy to find a servant who seriously wanted to confront him.

Rare opportunity.

Gilgamesh snorted, knowing the motives of many of Rovi's things a long time ago, he just said indifferently: "Idiot!"

Rowe clapped his hands.

Artoria raised the storm-like lance in her hand—Lungomigniad, the holy lance created by Rovi back then, and it was in her palm at this moment.

"Come, let me witness your royal way!"

Rowe waved his sleeves.

Borrowing strength to fight, disappearing in the struggle.

He was ready to deliberately expose the broken account.

Artoria raised her spear,

then.

And then.

In Tohsaka Tokiomi's eyes full of expectation, in Emiya Kiritsugu's astonished eyes...

Artoria Pendragon, pull the reins and speed up the horse!

Ride the horse...

He leaned over and picked up Luo Wei, speeding up his dash!

Gilgamesh:"???"

Tokiomi Tosaka: "???"

Emiya Kiritsugu silently lit a cigarette.

I've known this for a long time... This magician killer who has made countless magicians in Europe frightened is already thinking about whether to draw other masters out for a fight.

Looking at this group of followers, I feel tired.

"My royal way is like a storm..."

"plunder!"

The wind blew, and Luo Wei turned his gaze sideways, looking at the smile on the mature face of Artoria who was hugging him tightly.

He's... deadpan.

Be caught off guard.

The skill of borrowing strength to fight strength must also be powerful.

But the King of Knights didn't make a move at all.

Arturia galloped her horse into the sky, her crisp voice wafting in the air.

There is nothing wrong with Luo Wei being her domineering mentor.

Under the guidance of Meili,

Although Artoria has never met Rovi, she has always had a longing for him.

It's just that she is the king after all.

A mature king of knights, naturally, will not be as uneasy as a little girl when he wants to get close to the person he admires, but is afraid.

The practice of a mature knight king is very simple.

Facing the longing.

going to...

go get it!

Chapter 5 Rowe's first time? !

"Hey, are you Artoria? My name is Meli, the British court magician, and I vow to train you into a great existence like Rowe!"

"You must become an excellent king and save Britannia from Vortigern, just like the Roman assistant officer hundreds of years ago, and bring real peace to this country!"

"Auxiliary Officer Luo Wei, although he didn't really sit on the throne, he made Rome really reach its peak. I can see that you are qualified to inherit his power—"

"Liya, draw this sword, become king, and approach him!"

"O king, pull out the holy spear, and show Vortigern the power of the storm from Lovina, the king of the wild hunt!"

"..."

Rowe, Rowe, Rowe... A girl named Artoria, created by the half-nightmare, half-human court magician and Queen Uther of Camelot through mysterious means, and inherited the power of the red dragon A special existence, after she was born, these two words can often be heard, and this name can often be heard.

At first it was from his own teacher, Britannia's court magician Merry.

Later, from many people around me,

Her friends, her brother, her subordinates...

Those are the ancients who have disappeared.

That was once a great existence.

Great and brilliant.

Everyone wants to be close to him, and everyone feels that they have the right to inherit his will and power...Although the original Arturia was smiling, she also felt repulsed amidst the constant nagging .

Rejection, disgust, the girl who was born to be a king also has her own ideas.

She doesn't want to be anyone.

Don't want to be anyone's successor.

But she had seen the suffering of the people in the region of northern Britannia ruled by Vortigern.

Therefore, even though she was repelled, she still moved forward in the direction of everyone.

Lose yourself, abandon yourself.

Be the 'King'.

You have to give up yourself.

This is the moment when Arturia pulled out the sword in the stone and became the new king of Camelot after the death of King Uther.

That's what she thought belonged to her original 'royal way'.

--However.

"This is wrong."

After becoming the king, Arturia led the warriors of Camelot and the knights who were loyal to her, and launched a war against Vortigern, who was constantly oppressed from the north.

During that last confrontation, in response to the desire of countless people, Arturia pulled out the Holy Lance Lungomeniad, but heard such a voice.

"The so-called king should stand in front of the people and guide the direction of the people, instead of becoming a puppet of the people."

"A king should embrace the most sincere self, and a king should uphold the most authentic self!"

That was the voice from the Holy Lance Lungomeniad.

It was the will and remaining shadow of the person who made the Holy Lance.

Arturia, I heard that.

In the time since then, when she once had all kinds of worries because of the disaster caused by the mysterious disappearance of Britannia, that voice has always been lingering in her ears.

That's just leftover will.

It was just the shadow of that person left in the world.

The King of Knights is well aware of this.

But it has accompanied her through countless hardships, and during the long years of holding the Holy Lance tightly, that shadow has become Artoria's only pillar.

From rejection to acceptance.

From disgust to habit.

From dependence to liking.

...longing to be near, to touch its true being,

...

"Although I haven't really met Luo Weiqing, I am very familiar with your appearance, your voice, and your real appearance!"

The horse soared in the sky, and the pale steed neighed in the sky. The moment he soared into the sky, the Knight King had already shed his cold and silver armor, showing a beauty that had never been shown before others.

The dark blue robe is slim and fits tightly across the warm and flat abdomen. The majestic bulge is surging and floating like an explosion. His figure is indescribably mature and beautiful, but at this moment, it is tightly attached to Luo Wei's sacred body. .

——Not facing away.

but face to face.