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——
Artolis not only drew her sword, but also pointed it at the entire Camelot.
This means that her target is not one or a few, but all the knights.
If you understand it in more popular, even vulgar terms——
That's a simple sentence.
"If you don't accept it, face me."
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? Yet 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 they haven't witnessed it with their 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 dare!"
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.
"No one will be refused."
"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 her hand to the ground.
"You, leave."
"Thank you, thank you!"
The bald man rolled away from here in a panic, as if he was afraid that Artolis would catch up with him.
But in fact, Artolis didn't care about him at all - the victory just now seemed to be nothing worth mentioning to her.
"Who is the next?"
Artolis's gaze across the crowd was indifferent. It wasn't until he saw Ian that she regained a little bit of the tenderness she should have had at her age.
[This is a brief but full of information battle. ]
[You realize that Artolis is not as weak as she appears. ]
[But this is not something difficult to understand. ]
[As King Uther's privately appointed successor to the throne, it would be a bit strange if she did not possess this level of strength. ]
[Just understanding this doesn't change your current situation. ]
[But the appearance of a person made things turn for the better. ]
"Father."
A familiar voice sounded behind Ian.
He turned around and saw Gawain standing there.
"Gawain, why are you here?"
Ian restrained his emotions and pretended to be calm.
"I heard that Artolis issued a challenge to all the knights here, so I came here as soon as possible."
"You are wise, my boy."
Gawain's expression did not lighten due to this compliment.
On the contrary, after he glanced at Artolis and the sword, his expression became even more serious.
Of course Ian couldn't have missed this change in detail.
He said: "Gawain, do you have any ideas? Tell me."
Gawain nodded.
"Father, I also want to participate in this challenge."
"..."
[You have not forgotten what Gawain once said. ]
[At that time, he had no doubts about the young man who had drawn the sword—naturally, it was impossible for him to come here for profit like the bald man just now. ]
[You realize he has ulterior motives. ]
[You guessed the result quickly. ]
"Gawain, do you want to feel the strength of Artolis for yourself?"
Gawain was stunned for a moment, and then quickly recovered - it was no longer just once or twice that his father guessed his thoughts.
Besides, he didn't intend to hide his thoughts.
"Yes, Father."
Gawain looked at Artoris in the distance, his figure reflected in the blue eyes inherited from Morgan.
"I want to know if my assumptions are right or wrong."
[You realize that Gawain has also begun to waver in his thoughts under the influence of the rumors for days and the actual situation in the wheat fields outside the city. ]
[He needs a chance to make some changes. ]
[However, after seeing the strength of Artolis, this is undoubtedly an extremely risky behavior. ]
[But you also realize that this is an excellent opportunity to find out more information about Artolis - after all, the previous ruffian was too weak. ]
[You acquiesced to Gawain's behavior. ]
[He starts to move towards the stone platform. ]
As the eldest son of Ian and Morgan, Gawain's status was destined to be impossible to be low the moment he was born.
In addition, he himself behaves as decently as his father.
So the moment he came out of the queue, he quickly became the focus of everyone's attention - he was one of the best elite knights in the city.
Tread--
Tread--
Tread--
The knight's boots made a clear sound as they advanced on the ground of Camelot.
Gawain came to Artolis.
"Hello, swordsman, I am Gawain." He introduced himself politely.
Artolis did not answer Gawain immediately, but looked at him from top to bottom.
"Polite words."
"The right match."
"A well-trained physique"
"Gawain, you are a good knight."
"So--"
Artoris took off the sword from his waist and handed it to the opponent.
"Duel me with this sword."
"..."
Gawain had no idea that Artolis would do this.
"This is your sword, right? Is it a bit contrary to common sense to use your sword to duel with you?"
"Yes." Artolis did not deny Gawain's words.
"This is indeed my sword."
"but--"
"It is also the sword given to me by your father."
"What?"
Gawain didn't expect this kind of thing at all.
"Is this the sword your father gave you?"
"Yes." Artolis nodded, "In this case, you should not have any psychological pressure, right?"
"..."
Gawain glanced at Artolis and then at Ian in the crowd.
He realized this might be a real thing.
The Artolis in front of him had an unusual relationship with his father.
"I see."
Gawain took the blade from Artolis's hand.
"So--"
"I'm going to start."
"Bring it on."
[Artolis holds the Sword in the Stone with both hands. ]
[This is a sign that she is getting serious. ]
[You can feel that the moment she pulled out the sword, it also gave her some extremely heavy awareness, so that it was completely different from other people's feelings. ]
[You realize that Gawain is going to be in a tough fight. ]
"Father's sword..."
Gawain held the sword blade, feeling a little more emotional in his heart.
But the emotion didn't last too long.
Because he noticed that the sun was only a short distance away from reaching the high altitude that symbolized noon.
"I am coming!"
Gawain directly announced his intention to attack, and then began his attack.
This time, Artolis did not wait as before.
She also launched an attack forward.
A bang!
It was clearly daytime, but the sparks from the collision of the two sword blades were clearly visible.
This is a picture with extremely shocking visual effects.
Gawain, whose body was several times stronger than Artoris, was actually deadlocked with him!
The onlookers began to talk.
"Have you seen it? That man, who looks so thin, can actually go head-to-head with Lord Gawain?!"
"Yeah...how much strength does this take?"
"It's so scary, even a gorilla can't stop it!"
"Hey! What are you talking about?! Be careful, Lord Gawain will come back to settle the score with you later!"
However, Gawain had no intention to care about those things at the moment.
His attention was completely focused on the situation in front of him where the swords were clashing.
This is the first time he has encountered such a thing.
but--
But he felt like he had found something.
That's right.
This is the strength a king should have!
If you can't even compare to yourself, what qualifications do you have to be called a king!
The king's sword swing should be full of power like this!
"Clang——!"
Gawain raised his father's sword blade and slashed downwards - this was a powerful blow!
A bang!
The sword blade from his father collided with the sword in the stone.
Everyone felt the texture brought about by this collision at that moment, and some children even started to cry.
But the result is obvious.
Dark clouds passed.
Click——
Click——
Cracks appeared on the blade of the sword held by Gawain, and then spread towards the sword like a snake.
Traces are broken.
The sword shattered.
What was left in Gawain's hand was only a small half of the sword blade.
There was a deathly silence among the onlookers.
You must know that in a knight's duel, crushing the opponent's sword blade, especially the one that was struck hard just now, means suppression in terms of strength.
Gawain lost this duel.
"I lost." Gawain admitted his failure very openly.
"You are indeed very powerful."
"It's okay." Artolis looked at the other party coldly.
"As a knight, being able to swing with that kind of force is already very shocking to me."
"But - failure is failure."
"Then kill me." Gawain was extremely calm. "You couldn't kill him if because he wasn't a knight just now. Now that I'm a bonified knight, you should be able to do it."
"Kill you?"
Artolis took back the sword in the stone.
"I have no interest in such a thing."
"I just want to prove that I'm not afraid of your challenge."
"Give me back that sword."
"Ah?" Gawain looked at the small half-cut sword in his hand.
"But it has become like this."
"It's okay, just give it back to me."
"...Understood."
Taking the broken half of the sword, Artolis held it.
Just as Gawain was wondering what he was going to do with it.
Under Gawain's gaze, Artolis walked towards Ian who was standing aside.
Then——
She pointed at the small half of the sword blade in her hand, said something to Ian, and after receiving the answer, she hugged him directly.
Gawain was confused.
It was obvious that Artolis was as majestic as a lion one second, but the next second he was leaning into his father's arms as meekly as a young girl.
In terms of gender alone, this is already very wrong, right? !
Father, what exactly did you say? !
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