Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

The two kings, old and new, stared at each other without uttering a sound.

In the end, it was Ian who broke the silence.

He drew his golden sword, Caliburn, and pointed it at King Uther.

"Come down."

"Give her that seat."

"Didn't we agree on this?"

"..."

"..."

Altria was stunned.

Even if Ian is indeed the final winner in the election, it's not the way he would act.

Isn't this a blatant attempt to oust King Uther?

however--

King Yuther laughed at Ian's words.

"Hahahaha~"

"If I'm not mistaken, you're the knight who beat Merlin up and he's still lying in bed, right?"

"Having seen it today, I feel it's even more impressive than the legends say."

Artoria felt a little relieved.

Following the original trajectory, Merlin should actually be standing next to him now.

But Ian has very simply and crudely turned the facts into what they are now.

Fortunately-

Merlin did not resort to underhanded tactics.

King Uther had no intention of making things difficult for the two of them.

I'm incredibly lucky.

However, Ian did not take the opportunity offered by King Uther.

"So you're not planning to come down?"

"The throne belongs to Artoria!"

"..."

Artoria covered her forehead.

If she could, she would like to learn the silencing spell right now.

but……

Artoria glanced at Ian discreetly.

This guy really dares to say anything on my behalf.

The dragon's words were indeed blunt and reckless.

But King Euthyder remained unperturbed.

"Cough-cough-"

He coughed a few times, and his old body began to tremble violently.

"Of course I will hand over the throne to the one who draws the sword."

"but--"

"Now is not the time."

"not the right time yet?"

Artoria vaguely sensed something.

"Are there any other requirements?"

"It's not a requirement."

"It is something that must be done."

King Uther rose rather reluctantly from his throne and then took something from the side.

That was a map of Britain drawn on parchment.

“Drawing the golden sword of certain victory (Caliburn) means you have the ability to save Britain.”

“But before that, I hope you can understand what Britain needs.”

"Go and complete this kind of journey—"

"Then, return to Camelot and reclaim your throne."

"This……"

As Artoria received the thick parchment from King Uther, she felt that she had also taken on a heavy responsibility.

The King of Britain is the soul of Britain.

Every living being on this land is the king's responsibility.

"I am just a knight from the countryside."

"I only have a superficial understanding of Britain."

"Artoria said softly."

"I--"

Is it really possible to complete such a journey?

"Isn't it me?"

The door was pushed open once again.

Morgan, whom we had just met, walked out with a smile on his face.

"You are the one who drew the Caliburn sword of certain victory—"

"Let me help Wang complete this journey."

"By the way, Wang."

Morgan glanced at Ian casually, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Let's bring him along too."

"In this way, we will surely obtain everything the king needs."

23. Morgan: Yes, I am her sister (1/4)

"..."

Artoria moved her body in small steps.

She casually inquired about Ian's identity.

"You called them over?"

"No."

Ian shook his head.

"I don't even know her name."

"..."

Artoria blinked.

She found that it seemed to be true.

"you……"

"Should we help Artoria?"

King Euthyce coughed a few times.

"Morgan, you don't need to force yourself."

"This is not your responsibility."

"Of course I understand that—"

Morgan answered King Uther with composure and grace.

"But I also understand that whoever stands on British soil has the duty to be loyal to the King, right?"

"Even I would never be the exception."

of course.

As Morgan said this, he felt his heart aching.

This is like making her lower her head and admit that Artoria is better than her and more suitable to be the King of Britain.

but--

Morgan knew that this was just a small sacrifice.

If we could make Artoria an enemy of Tiamat, things would be much simpler.

"..."

King Uther was still hesitating.

He didn't seem to trust Morgan that much.

But Artoria spoke up at this moment:

"Um, I don't know if this is a good way to put it—"

"but……"

The girl grabbed Morgan's hand.

"If she can help me, then please allow such a colleague."

"please!"

Artoria's tone was very humble.

King Uther glanced at her, then at Ian, and nodded.

"I understand."

"If there's a knight who cares so much about your status, then there's really nothing to worry about."

"And speaking of which—"

"With him around, Merlin, who was supposed to do this, probably won't dare to show up. Hmm... let's do it your way."

"Thank you so much!"

A few minutes later.

In the royal court corridor.

It was already noon.

The sun climbed into the sky, shining selflessly on everything in Britain.

Warm light filtered through the green ivy lining the corridor, casting sparse shadows.

Artoria and Ian walked ahead chatting and laughing, while Morgan walked behind, looking rather lonely.

But she doesn't mind that.

The princess's gaze was sweeping over her nominal sister.

And rustic.