Tiamat, I'm going to find a girlfriend!

It can't go on like this, can it?

Is there any way to keep him here openly and legitimately?

How could she summon him to a room where it was just the two of them, even without any reason?

Even with Morgan right there, he still did it without fail!

and many more.

Have.

And haven't we already done it?

"Ian."

While she still had a shred of reason left, Artoria, her eyes sparkling with hearts, looked at him as he stopped in front of her, her legs being held by his.

“Ian—”

"Come and become my Knight of the Round Table."

"I need you."

What Artoria didn't know was...

Morgan, standing outside the door, had already overheard her final whisper.

Amid the sounds of eating in the background, she grabbed her arm.

"Should we make him a Knight of the Round Table?"

"Artoria."

"You will absolutely regret making this decision."

45. Artoria: He's the one I want!

"The king certainly needs his knights."

“I absolutely support this.”

"A knight must be strong enough to protect the king."

"I also support this point."

But the problem is—

"The King's Castle," Merlin said in the castle, having just assisted Artoria with King Uther's funeral a few days earlier.

"Why must this person be the chief knight?"

Merlin hadn't forgotten how he'd been soundly beaten up by this guy the moment they met.

That's beyond what can be explained with normal reasons.

Having encountered himself in his dreams, he seemed to feel a physical aversion to himself.

"Don't ask so many questions that aren't your concern."

Artoria blushed slightly.

But she offered no explanation to Merlin.

"In short, how can I make him a legitimate knight of the round table?"

"Perhaps—"

"It cannot be done as the king wishes."

"What do you mean?"

Artoria looked at Merlin.

"Don't you support it?"

“My lord, my opinion is of no importance at all,” Merlin replied to Artoria’s question.

You need to understand.

"Ian doesn't have a very good reputation in Camelot."

"Being recruited as a Knight of the Round Table is probably not something that's easy to accept."

"..."

Artoria recalled the shameful things she had done on the throne.

It was a lot of effort to finally get him to agree.

How could I possibly give up like this...

"What if I insist on making him the chief of the Knights?"

"No one will oppose you, Your Majesty."

"But whether this is a good thing for him is another matter."

Merlin shrugged.

"Your Majesty, you decide for yourself."

"..."

"What you said makes sense."

Artoria grasps the golden sword of certain victory (Caliburn).

"So--"

The Queen of the Maidens' eyes sharpened.

"Let's spread the news of forming the Knights of the Round Table throughout Camelot."

"This can also be seen as giving everyone a chance to emerge from the shadow of the late king's passing."

"it is good."

Merlin nodded.

However, he also began to have doubts.

If the first time I entered Artoria's dream, I encountered a naive, kind, and easily deceived person.

The Artoria standing before him now was clearly much more assertive.

No.

It's not just about having opinions; it's about having very unique ideas.

Feel……

Perhaps an unexpected king will be born in Camelot.

Artoria's words spread throughout Camelot within days.

This was undoubtedly exciting news for the knights.

The reason is very simple:

Becoming a Knight of the Round Table is tantamount to being personally acknowledged by Artoria as being superior to the other knights.

This is an honor, something to be proud of.

"I want to become a Knight of the Round Table!"

Even the children playing in the streets and alleys would hold wooden swords and imitate the actions of adults, shouting such words.

Camelot was as if it were boiling.

That was the same situation as when the prophecy of the Sword of Kings first appeared.

Camelot Castle.

A room somewhere.

After personally witnessing his sister Artoria and Ian engaging in such sordid acts between the throne, Morgan did not intend to stand idly by.

First, she moved out of the room she had been living in.

And the new residence is right next to Ian's.

Incidentally, this is even the door directly opposite Artoria's room.

That's right.

Morgan admitted that he did it on purpose.

but--

Who dares to say there's a problem?

She was indeed the eldest daughter who had been abandoned by King Uther, but no matter what, she still held a status far higher than that of ordinary people.

I didn't dare to do this before because I lacked confidence and knew that if any conflict arose, I wouldn't be the one being protected.

But it's different now.

She has things she wants to fight for herself.

That is the source of courage.

Once Morgan figured this out, he realized that apart from Artoria, no one in Camelot dared to stop him.

Ah.

We really have to thank that guy.

Otherwise, I would still have to live a hard life.

Feeling a little more relaxed, Morgan set off without hesitation after finding out where Ian was.

She was going to give him something.

Or perhaps it should be said...

Give him a handful of things.

Camelot's fencing training ground.

The soldiers were looking at Ian with fear in their eyes.

"How many swords has he broken now?" someone asked.

"Is this the 114th time?!"

Just as the soldiers lamented.

This boy, rumored to be a violent maniac in the city, has broken countless sword blades.

A light sword wouldn't survive a single move in his hands;

The greatsword is nothing more than a toy to provide extra protection.

If this continues, the weapons and equipment that were originally enough to last for several months will probably be used up by this guy in just a few days.

"..."

After easily biting open a broken sword with his teeth once again, Ian tossed the remaining fragments aside.

He stood up and looked at his colleagues, whose eyes were filled with fear.

"Can I go without a weapon?"

"You can use it."

"It feels... useless."

Others might have been boasting a bit when they said that, but Ian was simply stating the facts.

only--

No one dared to answer Ian's words.

Whether or not to use weapons is not a rule that knights can set for themselves.

Besides...