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

If he doesn't care about the invitation he's extended, how should he accept it?

To be honest—

Artorius realized that he hadn't actually thought all of this through at all.

She stumbled along like a squirrel finding an acorn or a fawn discovering a tender shoot.

Fortunately, the result was what we hoped for.

Artorius felt a surge of strength throughout his body.

Her gaze returned to the sword standing amidst the rocks, its image filling her emerald green eyes, as green as the sea of ​​trees.

Artorias actually has another name.

That's her real name—

Altria.

That was the true name that I had been calling out in my dreams for so long, through the voice I had been training myself to use.

She didn't quite understand why she needed to hide her name at first.

It wasn't until a few days ago that Hector revealed the secret that he wasn't her biological father, but rather someone else had entrusted him with taking care of her.

Artoria, or perhaps she should be called Artoria, realized that the fate she carried might not be as simple as she had imagined.

So she went into town and expressed her thoughts to Ian.

The girl walked toward the sword and discovered something even more shocking.

The blade was exactly the same as the one he had seen in his dream, and even the patterns were unchanged.

She knew the feel of holding it and what the part hidden in the stone looked like.

She could feel the sword calling out her name in a silent cry, and even the ground beneath her feet seemed to sway in unison.

Then there's the expectation on the sword—a gaze even more fervent than a shout.

The girl realized that this was the sword she was destined to draw.

She calmed herself down and reached out her hand toward the blade.

Just before it touched the hilt.

That voice that had been admonishing him in his dreams all day long rang out once again.

"Artoria."

"Have you really thought about it?"

"Once you pull it out of the rock, your life will take a different path."

You will gain many things, and you will also lose many things.

"What awaits you at the end of your life may be endless regret or countless curses."

Even so, do you still want to pull it out?

"If you had said these words earlier, I might have given up."

"But not anymore."

The girl's mind flashed back to many smiling faces she had seen along the way.

"Everyone is laughing... so it can't be wrong."

"but--"

A hint of wavering flickered in the girl's resolute eyes.

"Since I can gain something from this, please let me keep the feelings I have for Mr. Ian."

"what?!"

The voice panicked—something it seemed to have not anticipated.

But it was too late to stop it from happening.

Shi Kai.

The sword appears.

The girl drew a sword that no one had ever drawn before and pointed it at the sky above her head.

61. The Unacceptable Scam of Wang Xuan (4,000-word chapter)

"..."

"..."

It was high noon, and the British sun was shining brightly over Camelot.

The porcelain-white ground in the city was scorching hot under the sunlight, but no one seemed to care.

because--

All eyes were focused on the boy in front of them.

At his feet lay shattered rock, its broken lines silently testifying to its former indestructibility.

He held a sword aloft in his hand.

The British sunlight shone on the sword, giving it a glorious afterglow.

Silence, then a clamor erupted.

"Did you see that? He pulled out that sword!"

"How is that possible?! He clearly doesn't look strong at all! He doesn't seem like someone who could pull this out!"

"Something's not right! Something's not right! There's something fishy going on!"

The crowd was full of people.

The onlookers expressed their doubts in various ways.

But there are exceptions.

For example, Gao Wen.

He stared wide-eyed at the boy who had drawn his sword, his blue eyes, inherited from Morgan, filled with disbelief.

of course.

That so-called feeling wasn't the same doubt shared by those around me, but rather a sigh of realization that fantasy had become reality.

Gawain was the person who tried the Sword of the King the most times.

He knew all too well how difficult it would be to draw that sword—yet someone had done it.

Is this real?

Or is it a dream?

Gao Wen covered his head, momentarily unable to discern the boundaries between the two situations.

He could only vent his sense of unreality to Ian, who was standing beside him.

"Father, what should we do?"

"..."

Ian's face turned ashen.

Because Gawain and everyone else present were completely different.

His mind was completely occupied with something else that he had figured out logically.

The royal descendant whose existence could never be proven before might just be the Atolis before us.

Because he was worried that Morgan would harm Artoria during her growth, King Uther had Merlin use magic to conceal her name and then send her out of the capital.

Because she is essentially a woman, her self-perception must be changed from a young age, and she must be educated in the manner of a knight.

Since they have almost never appeared in the capital, a sufficiently realistic return must be arranged.

This is a scam.

A complete scam.

The so-called "royal selection" was nothing more than a formality!

"Father, he has arrived."

Gawain's words helped Ian temporarily recover from the feeling of being deceived.

You looked ahead.

You see Artoria walking towards you.

She still held in her hand the blade of the sword that had been pulled from the rock not long ago.

All eyes followed her every move.

You realize that something unexpected might happen next.

Artorius's image was reflected in Ian's eyes.

She walked forward step by step, straight and resolute.

Ian could clearly sense that something about her had changed, but at the same time, something else remained.

Was it done by magic?

Or something else?

Before Ian could figure out the problem, he felt a sensation in his lower back.

Artorius buried his head in Ian's chest.

Her two hands, one on each side, wrapped around his body, bringing the sword, which had just been drawn, together behind his back.

That's right.

This is a hug from Artorius.