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

"But speaking of-"

Merlin's gaze fell on Ian at the front of the crowd.

"Artoria, you clearly knew he was a married man all along, yet you were still able to selectively ignore all of that."

"Is this what they mean by retaining that attraction that only applies to him?"

"It's really fun."

Merlin's words were not heard by anyone, nor could they be heard by anyone.

He would never place himself above a million sharp blades.

Atolis's words temporarily stunned those present.

But this deterrent effect did not last long.

[After all, her figure was so petite that it would be difficult to associate her with the act of drawing the Sword of the King's Choice without witnessing it firsthand.]

Soon, those who were even slightly bolder began to harbor heretical ideas.

"I come!"

A bald head emerged from the crowd.

He was burly and looked menacing, with a sour, cheap wine smell emanating from his mouth.

Clearly, this was not some kind of knight, but rather a local ruffian from Camelot.

However, the bald man did not hide this fact.

"Hey! You little brat, I'm not some knight! Do you even deserve to challenge me?"

"no problem."

Artorius stared coldly at the bald man before him.

"We welcome all who come."

"Okay! That's what you said!"

The bald man looked around and then borrowed a longsword—there were many people who shared the same idea of ​​watching the show, so it wasn't difficult.

"Drink——!"

He gripped the longsword he had just borrowed, shouted, and charged straight at Atolis.

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But when he saw the thugs charging towards him, Atolis made no move to defend himself.

"Incorrect way of holding a sword."

"A foolish direction of the sword's edge."

"An attack full of flaws."

"An opponent not worth wielding a sword against."

After some assessment, the bald man had already rushed up to Atolis.

The borrowed sword blade gleamed with a silvery sheen under the British radiance.

It stabbed at Atolis.

This seemed like a sure hit, and the bald man's face lit up with excitement.

But the ending was not like that at all.

Artoris simply tilted his head slightly, and the blade grazed past him without even touching a hair.

The whole process happened almost in an instant, as if she had already seen through it all.

The bald man was stunned for a moment.

He was preparing to recklessly unleash a second blow.

But before he could do that, Atolis had already snatched his sword and turned it on him.

“Admit your defeat,” she said.

Looking at the sword blade so close to his throat, a few drops of cold sweat broke out on the bald man's forehead.

"I lost... Don't kill me!"

“You’re not a knight, so of course I won’t kill you.”

Artorius threw the borrowed longsword to the ground.

"You go."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The bald man scrambled away, looking as if he was afraid that Atolis would catch up with him.

But in fact, Artorias paid no attention to him at all—her victory just now seemed to be insignificant to her.

"who is the next?"

Atolis swept her gaze across the crowd with utter indifference, until she saw Ian, at which point she regained a little of the tenderness that should be present in someone her age.

This was a brief but information-rich battle.

You realize that Artorias is not as weak as she appears.

However, this is not something difficult to understand.

As King Uther's chosen successor to the throne, it would be rather strange if he didn't possess this level of strength.

Simply understanding this won't change your current situation.

But the appearance of one person brought about a turning point in things.

"Father."

A familiar voice sounded behind Ian.

He turned around and saw Gao Wenzheng standing there.

"Gao Wen, what brings you here?"

Ian composed himself and put on a calm demeanor.

“I heard that Artorias had issued a challenge to all the knights here, so I came here as soon as possible.”

“You are very smart, my child.”

Gawain's expression did not lighten because of the praise.

On the contrary, his expression became even more somber after glancing at Artorias and the blade.

Ian certainly couldn't miss such subtle changes.

He said, "Gawain, do you have something in mind? Tell me."

Gawain nodded.

“Father, I also want to participate in this challenge.”

"..."

You haven't forgotten what Gawain once said.

At that time, he had no suspicion of the boy who drew his sword—and certainly not like the bald man from before who was there for personal gain.

You realize he has ulterior motives.

You quickly guessed the outcome.

"Gawain, do you want to experience Atoris's strength for yourself?"

Gao Wen was taken aback at first, but then quickly recovered—this wasn't the first or second time his father had guessed his thoughts.

Moreover, he had no intention of hiding his thoughts.

"Yes, Father."

Gawain looked at Artorius in the distance, his blue eyes, inherited from Morgan, reflecting the other's figure.

"I want to know whether my assumption is right or wrong."

You realize that, influenced by the rumors circulating for days and the actual situation in the wheat fields outside the city, Gawain has also begun to waver in his own beliefs.

He needs an opportunity to make some changes.

However, having witnessed Atolis's strength, this was undoubtedly an extremely risky move.

But you also realize this is a golden opportunity to gather more information about Artorius—after all, that previous thug was far too weak.

You tacitly approved of Gawain's actions.

He began to walk towards the stone platform.

As the eldest son of Ian and Morgan, Gawain's status was destined to be anything but low from the moment he was born.

In addition, he himself behaves in a manner as proper as his father.

So the moment he stepped out of the ranks, he quickly became the focus of everyone's attention—he was one of the city's top elite knights.

tread--

tread--

tread--

The knight's boots made a crisp sound as he moved forward on the Camelot ground.

Gawain approached Artorius.

"Hello, swordsman, I am Gawain," he introduced himself politely.

Artorius did not answer Gawain immediately, but instead scrutinized him from top to bottom.

"Polite speech."

"A suitable combination".

"A well-trained physique."