[Artoria drew the holy sword]
[Before officially declaring herself king, she needed to undergo a period of royal training to prepare fully]
[You, Kay, rlin]
[The three of you will accompany her on this journey. The period of royal training won't be long—just six months.]
[Although she is on the path to becoming a king]
[During this ti, Artoria is still sowhat immature, more like a young knight striving to grow]
[Her appearance is as delicate as a lily]
[Her eyes shine with hope]
[To help Artoria accumulate more experience, you traveled across the borders of Britain]
[Leaving behind many tales of adventure]
[Those who were saved by Artoria praised her as the Knight Princess]
[Of course, there were also troubles along the way]
[Most of the problems started with Artoria's ddling, escalated by rlin's taunts, and finally resolved by Kay and you]
[A knight princess with a strong sense of justice, a troublemaking dream demon, and the most ancient dragon who acts on a whim]
[With such an extraordinary trio in the group]
[It would be strange if the journey were peaceful]
[Six months passed, and the royal training ca to an end]
[Though it was a challenging six months, Artoria was satisfied with the wonderful mories of mischief left behind with everyone]
[Everyone had their own complaints]
[But no one regretted the past six months]
[It was ti for the king to step forward]
[With the training complete, Artoria finally began to call herself king and act in the na of the king]
"First, we don't need to take too big a step. We should start small. For now, we must avoid direct conflict with Vortigern as much as possible."
[You offered advice to Artoria]
[Vortigern is the dark dragon who brought darkness to Britain, with the Picts and Saxons under his command]
[His montum is strong in every aspect]
[Artoria also understood the need to avoid confrontation for now, as they had no knights or soldiers under their command]
"We can start with tribes and villages. It's best to gather forces in secret, building up a force comparable to Vortigern's."
"Alright, let's do as you say, Moran."
[Artoria and the others reached a consensus]
[At the mont, they didn't even have ten people in total, not even a proper force]
[Although you, as Albion, are powerful]
[You knew this was Artoria's war, and she had to prove herself as the king]
[The plan proceeded smoothly]
[Facing the Saxons who were attacking a tribe, you and Artoria rode into the enemy forces together]
[rlin disrupted the enemy, while Kay protected the civilians]
[Despite your small numbers, you turned the tide of the battle almost instantly]
[The people who thought they would be slaughtered]
[Under Artoria's leadership, they rallied and took up arms to fight back against the invading foreigners]
[A force of only sixty or seventy foreigners]
[Was driven out and annihilated in less than half an hour]
"I am the son of King Uther Pendragon, chosen by the holy sword and Albion—Arthur Pendragon! I wield this sword to save Britain, to defeat the dark dragon and the foreign invaders—people of Britain, you need not fear anymore. From this day forward, I will lead you to reclaim the light!"
Artoria held the golden sword high.
Her noble and beautiful face was etched in the minds of the people.
Those who were saved looked up at this radiant king, filled with awe and excitent.
"Long live King Arthur—!"
"Let's take back our holand! Defeat the usurper Vortigern!"
"King Arthur, we are willing to follow you! If it's you, you can surely bring hope to Britain!"
[With the first tribe as a base]
[The girl who wanted to beco king took her first step, and you were by her side through it all]
[Using this tribe as a stronghold]
[The next steps were clear—continue to shine the light of the king across Britain]
"King Arthur will surely save Britain!"
"Even Albion, the guardian of Britain, has chosen to stay by her side. She is our destined king!"
[As King Arthur achieved victory after victory, and with your presence as Albion, the people of Britain began to find hope once more]
[Defeating the foreigners, slaying the white dragon]
[These words were no longer empty talk]
[Gradually, knights began to join King Arthur's ranks, witnessing the radiant proof of his kingship]
[They began to submit to the strong and noble King of Knights]
[However, there were also interesting incidents]
[The Sun Knight Gawain, wanting to witness King Arthur's glory, ca with his sister Gareth, and his brothers Gaheris and Agravain]
"King Arthur, I have long heard of your undefeated record, of your ability to bring hope to Britain's revival. The Sun Knight Gawain, here to protect Britain's future, requests an audience with King Arthur and a chance to test my skills!"
Gawain stood before the stronghold, holding his holy sword.
His tall figure was as immovable as a mountain, the flas of the sun surrounding him as if they could purge all evil.
[The soldiers guarding the stronghold were helpless against him]
[Though so tried to stop him, the Sun Knight declared that he would not leave until he t King Arthur or soone defeated him]
[You and Artoria heard of this]
[Artoria didn't think much of it]
[Many knights had said similar things before, and she believed Gawain was no different]
[Moreover, Gawain was quite famous in Britain]
[Artoria didn't want to delay]
[If the Sun Knight wanted to see her proof of kingship, she wouldn't back down]
[As fellow knights striving to save Britain]
[Artoria believed it was necessary to speak with Gawain, confident she could win him over]
"Artoria, if you et every knight like this, you won't have ti for governance. Dealing with the issues of the clans and nobles is what you need to focus on most right now."
"That's true, but I can't ignore Sir Gawain. He's also working hard to save Britain. I want to et this famous Sun Knight of Britain."
Artoria took everything seriously.
Especially after completing her royal training.
She wanted to do her best in every aspect.
Facing a knight who also sought to save Britain, she believed her resolve wouldn't lose to his.
"You really are stubborn..."
"For Britain, and for our future, I won't compromise or admit defeat to anyone! I won't let Britain fall, because when I drew the sword, I decided I would be the one to protect it. I won't let anyone else take the right to protect Britain and Moran!"
Artoria declared this as if asserting her sovereignty.
Her expression was serious.
"The first part was well said, but you can't say the last part in front of others."
"Huh? Why?"
"If people knew that King Arthur beca king just to protect her lover, don't you think it would be a bit... awkward?"
Moran pointed out what Artoria hadn't realized.
He hit the nail on the head about her true motivation.
Unsurprisingly, the serious and rigid King of Knights felt her heart being torn apart.
"Ugh... even if that's true..."
Artoria tried to maintain her facade.
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
The girl's voice was filled with the sound of being deeply in love, the king's radiance buried under the warmth of affection.
"But since it's our future, you don't need to worry too much. I'll handle Gawain."
Moran stretched his limbs.
He rembered that Gawain wielded the holy sword of the sun.
And it was currently noon.
At this ti, Gawain would be blessed by the sun, granting him three tis his normal strength.
If Artoria were to face a threefold Gawain.
She might not fare well.
After all, he couldn't let Artoria suffer such a loss.
"I'll take care of it, don't worry."
Moran said as he patted Artoria's head.
Her golden hair felt soft to the touch.
The next mont, the intoxicating fragrance quickly approached.
The girl's slender, jade-like arms wrapped around his neck, her lips seeking his.
It was an unexpectedly bold move.
"Moran, don't always treat like a child."
Artoria said with a red face.
Seeing Moran help her like this again, she felt an inexplicable sense of dependence and longing.
Just like when he took care of her before.
Even though she wanted to reduce such situations after drawing the sword, to beco soone Moran could rely on.
Yet, she always ended up being taken care of.
"I'm not. Artoria, you're now a king who commands respect. And of course, a charming woman."
"Wait... stay a little longer."
Artoria's heart was touched.
Her affectionate gaze and slightly parted lips showed her current state of playful coquettishness.
She had sothing more important than saving Britain.
In fact, saving Britain was just a byproduct.
Because her beloved was in Britain, and because she had shared mories with him on this land. That's why she wanted to save Britain.
The girl leaned in again.
As if temporarily shedding the mask of a king, revealing a side of herself that no one else knew.
[Only for the man before her to see.]
"You're ignoring Gawain?"
"Making him wait for a while doesn't count as neglect!"
"I can't do anything about you..."
Moran had no reason to refuse.
Inside the temporary camp tent, the king briefly returned to being a girl, expressing her love to the man.
As the initial motivation for drawing the sword and becoming king.
Nothing was more important than this happiness.
[Gawain waited outside the stronghold]
[He waited for about an hour, and the Sun Knight patiently didn't voice any complaints]
[When he saw you erge from the stronghold]
[Gawain instinctively beca alert]
[His knightly instincts were kicking in]
[To feel wary even at noon, Gawain was certain you were no ordinary knight]
"Gawain, I, Moran, will be your opponent. If you wish to et our king, then showing sufficient strength here is more in line with a knight's etiquette, don't you think?"
"The Pure Knight... I see, so you, as King Arthur's right-hand man, are stepping forward?"
Gawain's face showed no disappointnt.
On the contrary, his fighting spirit was burning.
"I've long heard of the Pure Knight's fa.
Sun Knight Gawain, I pay my respects to the glory you've shown in Britain! Moran, you're right. As a knight, it would indeed be discourteous to et the king without demonstrating sufficient strength."
Gawain gripped his holy sword and took a stance.
The overflowing mana around him was like a raging torrent.
The surrounding soldiers imdiately sensed trouble.
They called for reinforcents to prepare for the impending battle.
[You and Gawain clashed in front of the stronghold]
[The radiance of Excalibur Galatine t the aurora of the boundary, as if neither could overpower the other]
[The flas of the holy sword scorched the earth]
[The dragon's invisible claws tore through the air]
[Hours passed, and Gawain still couldn't break through your defense. It was the first ti he'd encountered such a situation]
[Facing him with the sun's blessing]
[Soone could actually match him for so long]
[It wasn't just a matter of combat experience, but also a contest of sheer performance]
[Although Gawain under the sun's blessing was strong]
[In terms of pure output, even Artoria couldn't defeat him, and the outco would surely be a loss]
[But you knew he was only strong in output]
[As an ancient dragon soaring through the skies, dividing the boundaries, you didn't need to defeat Gawain head-on]
[That wasn't your goal]
[Facing a speed that ignored air resistance, gravity, and inertia, Gawain's solar radiance couldn't even catch a glimpse of your shadow]
[His holy sword couldn't hit you]
[Yet, you could dodge and then strike him twenty-one tis in just ten seconds]
[Without the sun's blessing]
[There was no doubt, Gawain was certain he would have fallen on the spot]
[He had practically beco your punching bag]
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