Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

The knights below were furious, and some even came forward to challenge them.

"Boy..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yinglin gently swung his demonic sword, and the resulting gust of wind blasted the knight away, destroying his weapon and leaving only the hilt.

More and more people don't believe it, and some even resort to ganging up on each other.

But what awaited them was utter defeat.

Even the weapons are broken.

Just like when he faced the White Dragon Vatican back then, he felt utterly powerless.

"We acknowledge that Morgan is king!"

Winning people over with virtue is always a good approach, no matter the time.

Gender is not the issue; the main factors are ability and destiny.

In Yinglin's view, what Britain calls destiny is simply the desire to be recognized by the masses.

He killed the white dragon, drove away the Saxons, and rid the people of the monster.

When so many voices of agreement arose, Artoria suddenly considered backing down.

It wasn't that she was afraid of the White Dragon; whatever the reason, she was determined to strictly carry out this dream that the British people longed for most.

Instead, she saw someone who might be more suitable to be king than herself.

As for Morgan...

Hatred, loathing, cursing.

Artoria was worried about her sister, who had become a completely different person.

"Teacher, what should I do now?"

"Not jealous at all, that's great, Lia," Melly said quickly before Artoria could hit her.

"It depends on you whether you believe in your former sister and her identity; she is destined not to succeed."

Morgan hopes that Britain will be a paradise for humans and fairies, just like her current identity.

But that's impossible. Fairies, like advanced fantasy species, must exist in the Age of Gods to survive.

Sending Morgan up there and taking over Camelot would undoubtedly be a return to the Age of Gods.

Britain is very likely to face a "mistake".

"I have to challenge him, right?"

"Yes."

"What if we..."

Artoria was somewhat worried, fearing that doing so would cause a rift in their relationship.

At that time, not only personal desires, but also the task of defeating the White Dragon may take longer.

Why do you think he's the kind of person who cares a lot about how others perceive him?

Chapter Ninety-Nine: He Has Me in His Heart!

"The way society views me... Won't he blame me?"

"Artoria asked curiously."

"of course."

"It seems the teacher was serious just now."

"Huh? You stinky Liya, you really don't trust your teacher that much?!"

"I can't believe it," Meryl demanded angrily.

However, her anger seemed to have no effect on Artoria, who continued walking towards Shadow Scale on her own.

"Damn it."

Mary made up her mind to secretly do something under the cover of night!

When all the knights present fell, only one "boy" stood among them. That was Artoria, a simple knight dressed as if she had run away from the countryside.

"You did come. This sword is what you deserve, but you must understand its significance."

Artoria, who had many things she had planned to say, was stunned the moment she caught the Golden Sword of Victory and looked at Yinglin in confusion.

"why?"

Normally, shouldn't this sword be given to Morgan?

She... she didn't do anything.

“I don’t think this sword can bring any meaning to Britain. Only the head of the White Dragon has the value to prove it, son of King Uther.”

Yinglin revealed her true identity without any hesitation, which made some of the older knights present perk up.

"King Uther's child?"

"It is said that the king had one back then, but his whereabouts are unknown!"

"That's great, it's a boy!"

Artoria looked at Yinglin in silence, unable to help but ponder his motives.

Are you on Morgan's side or mine?

Shouldn't we be promoting Morgan as the legitimate successor?

After pondering for a long time, Artoria still didn't know what he was going to do, so she could only helplessly draw her sword and point it at Shadow Scale.

"Let's have a match."

"According to the agreement, we should indeed do so."

After saying that, Yinglin rushed straight towards the blonde girl whose expression was complicated, a mixture of gratitude and doubt.

The two collided violently, and the resulting heat wave startled the knights, who quickly retreated, further confirming Yinglin's strength and Artoria's true identity.

Only King Uther possesses power far exceeding that of the other knights!

But this knight was arrogant from beginning to end.

Some people remain silent.

I admire his strength.

However, submitting to Morgan's command would be extremely unwise.

unless……

On the surface, she's the queen; behind the scenes, she's...

Oops! This is a topic that can't be touched.

Many people already know that they only have two paths in front of them.

They either choose to pledge allegiance to Morgan or be drawn to Artoria by her claim to be the son of King Uther and become her subordinate.

With the Golden Sword of Invincibility, Artoria's strength is even greater than before.

She also began to reflect on her failures, identify her shortcomings, and correct them.

Without the information gap, it would be extremely difficult for Yinglin to take down Artoria on his own.

It was almost a draw.

That exaggerated brute force and intuition caused Yinglin endless suffering.

Of course, this is from his perspective.

Artoria didn't see it that way; she felt quite depressed.

Even with new weapons and knowing Yinglin's fighting style, he was still being overwhelmed?

There was absolutely no chance to fight back.

If the fighting continued like this, Artoria believed that her only fate would be defeat.

Seeing that he couldn't take it down, Yinglin gave up on attacking and deliberately created some distance.

"You are very strong now. I look forward to the day we meet in Camelot."

"No, you..."

Artoria was undoubtedly pleased to have gained Yinglin's approval. The question was, what were his reasons for doing so?

"I have very little interest in the Kingdom of Britain, and another reason is that I don't want to see you sisters fighting each other."

Yinglin covered this sentence with a barrier.

"You may not know this, but when your sister raised me, the story she told most often was about you. She vaguely remembers that you were very naughty, greedy, and had poor grades. Compared to a princess, you were more like a wild girl from the village."

Upon hearing this, Artoria blushed deeply and stammered in rebuttal.

"How could I possibly be that kind of person!"

"Don't worry, I won't look down on you because of this," Yinglin said with a smile, adding.

"And the White Dragon is not something I can defeat alone right now. Whoever wants to truly ascend the throne must kill it..."

"Not to mention, Morgan doesn't seem to be widely recognized, so I have to use dazzling results to shut everyone up."

Yinglin didn't want to discuss the gender issue too much, but if she had to say, it would be Catherine II.

Use great achievements to cover up all shortcomings.

At that time, someone will naturally defend you against the scriptures.

"Is that so?"

Artoria felt a strange sense of loneliness; his motivation wasn't for her own sake.

Instead, it was that sister I hadn't seen in a long time.

That's wonderful, sister. You're so lucky to have such a talented person.

"Of course, there's another reason. Although I haven't known you for long, I think you're a pretty good person, and I'm even more unwilling to see such a cruel scene."

"Huh, that's good."

He has me in his heart!

Although Artoria is keenly aware of the need to be wary of external enemies, she is still quite active as a young girl and has her share of daydreams.

The only thing I can do is control this emotion and prevent it from affecting me.

"Go assemble your team now. See you in Camelot."

Yinglin smiled and waved his hand. Before leaving, he took out a piece of fruit cake and threw it to her.

After catching it, Artoria watched the boy's departing figure and silently put the cake away.

This action did not affect the course of history, but you proved to everyone with your own strength that Morgan was qualified to be king.

The nobles who have aligned themselves with Orkney are already considering submitting to you.

When strength is equal, rules naturally apply.

[But when the power you displayed was comparable to that of Vortigern when he attacked Camelot, people naturally had no objections.]

On the way back, Yinglin suddenly sensed a fluctuation.

It wasn't Morgan, but Merry.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ You're going to anger Morgan by doing this, unlike me, who will only feel sorry for you."

As he spoke, the white-haired nightmare had already climbed onto his shoulder.

Yinglin, who knew Meili well, remained unmoved and calmly watched the grinning white-haired magician.

"Tell me, is it possible that instead of verbally flirting, you'd rather take off your high heels and show me your skills?"

"Huh?" Mary was shocked.