Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

"you're good."

"It's a piece of cake. I believe you can do it too."

Artoria did not deny it, but from the slight upturn of her lips, it was clear that she was in a very good mood as she took out the sword that her teacher had given her.

Before that, may I ask you something?

"explain."

"I won, so become my subordinate."

Chapter Ninety-Five: He's Morgan's man!

“I already have a monarch to whom I serve.”

Yinglin refused Artoria's offer. The blonde girl, who had disguised herself as a boy using illusion magic, sighed regretfully, but then regained her confidence.

"No, that's what makes it challenging."

Morgan, who was keeping a close eye on Yinglin, frowned deeply, her gentle expression gradually turning ferocious, as if she were making a scary facial expression, staring hatefully at the girl she hated the most.

"You're not satisfied with just taking the throne that belongs to me? You even want to steal the father of my child?!"

calm down!

Believe in the bond between me and Xiaolin.

Morgan's exasperated state was fully observed by Nightmare, who looked on in astonishment.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the white-haired nightmare suddenly realized and nodded.

"I see, very well, so that's how it is. Then let me... hehehe~"

Will the appearance of Yinglin affect the original history? Meili didn't even have time to think about it for a second. All she wanted now was to see a new story.

Morgan was unaware that she had been targeted by an evil nightmare; she could only pray that the child she had raised with such care would not betray her.

"Whether we win or lose, I have always been loyal to her, not to you."

Whether Morgan was there or not, Yinglin would say the same thing, never believing that Artoria's charm could make him submit.

I even want to complain a bit: does the Knights of the Round Table become unplayable without Agravivan?

With the only person knowledgeable in internal affairs dead, things went awry like headless flies, leading to a rapid internal conflict. Mordred even found an opportunity, making it seem as if King Arthur had no prestige at all.

Of course, it is said that Artoria knew the future of Britain the moment she drew her sword.

Maybe we can use this information to mess with her.

"What a blessing."

Artoria stopped wasting words; she was determined to work hard for her team, recruiting all available talent, and rushed towards the boy in front of her.

With a single swing of his sword, the two clashed fiercely. Without the support of other forces, Yinglin could only rely on his experience to block Artoria's fierce attacks and even launch counterattacks.

But Artoria seemed to have a cheat code; no matter how tricky Shadow Strike came at her, she could easily dodge, catch, and continue to counterattack.

At this moment, Yinglin's face darkened, and he almost said that Artoria had opened fire.

Every time she gains the first move and takes the lead, she manages to dodge it with her incredibly absurd intuition and move on to the next round of the game.

It's fair to say that experience alone is useless in a fight against Artoria...

Even instinct has become a luxury.

Unless they adopt a wild, unpredictable, and defensively abandoned offensive approach.

No matter what, Ying Lin was trained by Yuan Manzhong, so of course he knew how to do it this way and just did it directly.

From Artoria's perspective, Shadow Scale's fighting style suddenly turned into that of a mad dog. His brute strength and intuition suddenly became ineffective. He instinctively tried to defend, but was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even breathe. Everywhere his eyes passed was filled with sword light, and there was no possibility of counterattacking.

The situation suddenly became dangerous. Artoria struggled for a long time, but she could not escape the moment when the opportunity was seized. She could no longer hold the sword in her hand and was sent flying by Shadow Scale. It spun in the air and slowly stuck into the ground.

"It seems I am the better one."

Relying on his vigorous vitality, Yinglin is never afraid of blood transfusions, which is why he dares to play like this.

"In terms of swordsmanship alone, I am inferior to you." Artoria lowered her head and reluctantly admitted this fact.

However, being young, she had a strong competitive spirit and was unwilling to admit defeat. Instead, she raised her fist and asked seriously.

"Where is the power?"

"Same!"

Without a second thought, Yinglin threw away the demonic sword in his hand, dodged the British Red Dragon's pounce, turned around and slammed his fist into the pink fist. Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, washing away half of the surrounding vegetation, and the demonic boar's blood splattered everywhere.

"sharp."

This was the first time Artoria had truly praised someone; previously, she had always pretended to be surprised, considering the person's pride.

Now, you don't need anything!

It was as if she didn't need to pretend in front of Ying Lin; she could just give it her all.

Such a valuable opponent made Artoria want him even more.

His eyes, once full of fighting spirit, gradually softened with a touch of tenderness.

If Yinglin didn't know that Artoria was a woman, he would have been disgusted by that longing look in her eyes.

Fortunately, he could still see through it; his eyesight wasn't that bad.

The two wrestled together, abandoning all reason, and furiously attacked each other. Gradually, they both sustained injuries, but both possessed strong vitality, so these injuries could be passively repaired and would not affect the course of the battle.

However, in terms of vitality, Yinglin is still more powerful. Even if her opponent is the red dragon of Britain, she is still slightly stronger.

Artoria, who was sitting on the ground, looked up at the boy's handsome face. After regaining her senses, she blushed unusually red, whether from embarrassment or anger. She struggled for a moment, but still could not escape Ying Lin's hands, so she gave up resisting.

“You win, Mecher.”

"But it's very difficult."

Yinglin stood up, raising his arms high, seemingly showing off his achievements to the witch.

See? The child you raised is even more powerful than Artoria!

At this point, Artoria's competitive spirit had diminished considerably, replaced by other emotions.

The thought of him riding on top of her just now still makes her restless.

Many people interpreted this as an expression of resentment.

"No matter what, a loss is a loss. I look forward to our next encounter, Mecher."

Artoria had devised a plan: once she drew her sword and had a better weapon, she would surely be able to defeat him.

Then he will be able to become my knight!

"No problem. I'll say it again: you won't beat me."

Yinglin was very confident, and the arrogance in his eyes aroused Artoria's competitive spirit.

"In that case, we'll meet at the church."

"it is good."

Brushing the dust off his clothes, Yinglin smiled and left, leaving Artoria feeling deeply regretful.

However, she is not in a hurry.

There will be opportunities to meet again in the future.

As soon as Yinglin left, her teacher suddenly appeared. Seeing Artoria's reluctant gaze, he couldn't help but tease her.

"Once you grow up, you start to feel romantic~"

Upon hearing this, Artoria blushed deeply and angrily punched the indecent teacher.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could that be? We've only just met."

The nightmare transformed into a flower to dodge the punch, and continued to explain relentlessly.

"The mutual respect between heroes is a matter of instant affinity. As long as their values ​​don't clash, they can quickly become good friends."

"That's impossible..."

"You were destined to marry Guinevere, a girl who could help you, in order to ascend the throne. Why can't you pursue your own happiness?"

"Get out! Britain is in such a state, how can I possibly be in the mood for romance?"

The stronger Artoria's reaction, the more excited Merry became.

“I already know what you’re thinking, but I should remind you that he was mentored by Morgan.”

Chapter Ninety-Six: The British Witch Tastes Good

"elder sister……"

In a daze, Artoria recalled the days when her sister took care of her, which was the happiest time of her life.

No Meryl, no exercise, just endless play and eating.

There was also the doting love from her sister, who treated her like a mother.

pity……

Artoria calmed herself down, her gaze hardening, and said.

"The more this is the case, the more I must save him!"

"I, Artoria, have never been afraid of difficulties!"

"Not to mention, he is the only knight in all of Britain who can rival me. He possesses the strength and spirit of a noble knight."

Previously, it was out of admiration for Yinglin; now, it's about taking him away from the demon's lair.

As an upright hero, I cannot let the corrupt Queen ruin me any longer!

"Pfft, that's so funny."

The Flower Magician laughed unrestrainedly, clutching his stomach and pointing at the blushing girl.

"You've only known him for a short time, and you're already praising him like this. Tsk tsk tsk, you're really falling for him. But then again, a country girl like you would naturally be attracted to a powerful and handsome knight."

"teacher……"

Artoria was furious.

"I admit, at most I only have a good impression of you, but it's not as depraved as you say!"

With a single punch, Mary flew out like a meteor, shouting as she did so.

"My little Liya isn't cute anymore."

Artoria clapped her hands, pulled the gold-edged silver sword from the ground, and murmured.

"That is the emotion of a king who no longer carries burdens."

Mecher...

Whatever the reason, I want to save you, my opponent.

Then let's have a final battle!

as well as.

Previously, the White Dragon Futigeng was scheduled to be placed last in the original plan.

Perhaps it can be done earlier.

This uncle, who sought to destroy Britain and attracted countless despicable Saxons, must be punished as he deserves!

Artoria didn't want to drag it out for too long.

Just like now, she continues to travel to the locations designated by Meryl, clearing away all evil fantasy seeds for the Britons and making their lives safer.

Artoria, carrying her sword, headed towards her next destination.

However, his gaze would occasionally drift towards the church.