In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

You learned from Morgan how to stop the magic seed from working.

[Your hidden talents have been replaced by a heart of selfless devotion: sacrificing your conscience for Morgan seems to unleash your potential more effectively than using your talents in a more honorable way.]

[Your talent magic enhancement has been activated: Building upon Morgan's contribution, you have further optimized it, making the shutdown speed even more astonishing.]

You know you're being despicable right now.

But this is your only way to fight back against this scam.

[The magic seed has stopped working.]

The effects of the waning of the Age of Gods quickly spread through the wheat fields outside Camelot.

Large swaths of black ears, never before seen before, have begun to appear in the wheat fields.

This is a process that cannot be reversed by simple human intervention; no amount of watering will help.

You further manipulated the rumors circulating in Camelot, aligning them with the facts.

Soon, those unaware of the facts began to connect this phenomenon with Atolis drawing his sword.

This is exactly the result you wanted.

"It must be because the wrong person drew the sword!"

"That's right! This has never happened before! Our wheat is of excellent quality!"

"There's something wrong! There's definitely something wrong!"

Once it becomes a habit, it can be completely stripped away.

No one could possibly accept all of this.

You have further exacerbated the chaotic situation.

More and more people are seeking your help, for your past hard work and dedication.

You feign listening to their pleas, but secretly you're deliberately pushing the situation in a more extreme direction.

You appear to be a good person, but you are also the greatest villain.

Finally, the situation you needed has arisen.

[The knights, having had enough, began to murmur the idea of ​​refusing to acknowledge the drawing of the sword—they refused to acknowledge anyone who had brought calamity to Camelot.]

You realize this is the perfect opportunity.

You and Artoria have met again.

On the streets of Camelot, Ian and Artorius walked side by side, appearing somewhat intimate.

Resentful gazes flickered among the houses lining the street, fixed on Atolis alone.

Ian knew everything in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended not to know:

"Artorius, it seems like they're all watching you."

“Mr. Ian, I know.”

Atolis's gaze swept around, but there was not a trace of sadness in his green eyes.

"They think it was my drawing of the sword that caused the wheat to spoil, which is why they look at me like that."

Ian felt a sweet taste of satisfaction from his successful rebellion.

But he also knew that this was not the time to be complacent.

"Atolis, you must be feeling really bad right now, right?"

"Do not."

Artorius turned his head and looked at the man beside him who was much taller than him.

She smiled.

That was the smile she should have at her age.

“Mr. Ian, I don’t actually feel uncomfortable.”

"Before I drew this sword, I heard a voice from within it, telling me that I would gain much and lose much."

"So--"

Atolis gazed at Ian before him. A deep emotion stirred within his green eyes.

"Now that what I can obtain is already in my hands."

"I should indeed bear the consequences of what I have lost."

"Moreover, I do not believe that it was a disaster I brought about."

"So I won't be sad about it."

Artoria, or as she should be called, spoke very frankly.

This is the exchange and vow she made with the sword in her hand.

Now it will be shown to Ian without reservation.

but--

Artoria was unaware of one thing.

The more openly she revealed her extraordinary exchange with the sword in her hand, the more Ian could feel the stinging pain that rushed towards him.

Effort and dedication are meaningless in the face of a predetermined deception.

How ironic is this?

Ian's nails were almost digging into his palms, and his expression carried a hint of hatred.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong?"

Seeing Ian's state, Artorius grabbed his hand, looking worried.

"Is it because you've shared these gazes with me that you feel uncomfortable?"

"If that's the case, I'm really sorry!"

The irony is truly ironic.

But Atolis's concerns were indeed genuine.

Ian was conflicted and had no choice but to change the subject.

"Artorius, that's not the case."

"I just want to know how you plan to solve these problems—you can't just ignore them, can you?"

"You said this."

Artorius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you can rest assured, Mr. Ian."

"I already have enough countermeasures."

"The problem with the wheat outside the city, that magician named Merlin promised to come and help me solve it."

"As for the knights in the city—"

The girl's gaze left Ian, and then she suddenly became indifferent.

With everyone's eyes focused on her, she stepped onto the stone platform where the sword blade had once been stuck.

The girl raised the sword in her hand, pointing it at the azure sky above her.

"A knight's problem should be solved in a knight's way."

"If any of you have a problem with me—"

"Then challenge me with your blades."

63. A Challenge Launched with the Father's Sword (4,000-word chapter)

A knight's sword cannot be drawn from its scabbard at will.

Because once someone responds to the puller's sword, it signifies the start of a duel.

And now-

Atolis not only drew his sword, but also pointed it at the entire Camelot.

This means that her target is not one or a few knights, but all of them.

If we understand it in more colloquial, even vulgar, terms—

That's just a simple sentence.

"Come at me if you dare."

Under normal circumstances, Ian would probably think that the person who did this was extremely arrogant.

And the outcome that awaits them is also obvious.

That is to be stabbed in the back and ultimately pay the price for one's arrogance.

But in Atolis' case, it seems that this cannot be understood.

[Blessing of the Lake + Activated: With your enhanced magical power, you perceive the mysterious power emanating from Artoria.]

You realize that she is not as delicate as she appears.

But you don't want to give up this opportunity to let her challenge the entire Knights of Camelot alone.

You've decided to stand aside for now and see how things develop.

However, what you don't know is that among the crowd at this moment, there is another pair of eyes holding similar thoughts.

"Things have actually turned out this way."

Merlin, hidden among the crowd, watched with great interest as the girl wielding the sword in the stone challenged the knights.

"It's truly beyond imagination."

"Being able to witness so many possibilities at once is truly worthwhile."