I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

Chapter Sixty: Rebellion from the Cells [Please subscribe! Please give flowers!]

“You’ve misunderstood something. My desire to be the King of Britain and your being the island of Britain itself are not contradictory, are they?”

Noknarea chuckled lightly without backing down.

To state one's position in a single sentence.

Becoming the Queen of Britain does not conflict with Dewey's own existence, so in principle, there is no problem with her wanting to become queen.

Dewey did not want Britain to disrupt the change.

Britain is now in his ideal state, and preserving this moment forever is the best course of action.

"In that case, we'll face a problem. You need my recognition, because you know that I am Britain, and that is 'me'. If you don't get my recognition, then isn't it absurd to think you can become the king who rules Britain?"

Du Wei said calmly with a smile.

His tone was as steady as a father instructing his children, and as cheerful as an older brother standing in front of his younger sister.

There is a reason for this statement.

It is something Noknarea must face.

"Yes, that means I have to bypass you. By the way, and to be frank, I don't think I've asked your name yet."

"Du Wei, just call me Du Wei."

"Du Wei? A simple and easy-to-remember name, I like it. Now I'll be passing you here! Using force is fine, right?"

Noknarea stared at Duvi with fierce determination.

His eyes held a burning, fierce flame.

She was confused about the definition of her own existence, but she acted on her desire for change and worked hard to achieve it.

Defeating Du Wei is one of the goals now.

"Of course, but I won't make a move against you."

"Huh? What kind of fight is it if you don't fight back! Are you underestimating my strength? Or are you saying you don't take us seriously?!"

Noknarea gritted her teeth in anger.

A hint of anger mingled with the raging flames, and his palms unconsciously clenched tighter.

"No, because they are beings living in an ideal world, it is only natural that I should protect them. Forgive me for not seeing them as enemies; as the saying goes, even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs."

Du Weiwen smiled and appeared calm and at ease.

Although she didn't underestimate Noknarea, this act of showing affection made her unhappy.

It's as if you absolutely need to be protected.

That's incredibly arrogant!

"I'm not such a fragile woman! I will make you acknowledge my strength, and then I will be the one to become king!"

Noknarea was very unhappy.

She was unhappy with Du Wei's calm and unhurried demeanor and his way of treating her as if she wasn't a threat.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder from battle.

Melusin, one of Duvi's fairy knights, stepped out first, followed closely by Artoria.

Noknarea sent her personal soldiers.

These were not the native inhabitants of Britain, but rather the spirits that accompanied her when she awoke.

A few strands among millions of souls.

Noknarea was born from the desires of many souls, so some souls naturally obey her commands.

"Heh, can't be controlled...?"

Du Wei's lips curled up in a subtle smile.

Although it is so tiny, as small as a single hair, that cannot negate the fact.

Cells develop their own will.

He was unable to control the soldiers who were originally one of the million souls.

It's like having a daughter you raised by your side become disobedient, leaving you feeling helpless and only able to sigh at her growth.

"Melusin, Artoria, don't hurt her. As for the rest of these soldier spirits, just deal with them as you see fit."

Du Wei secretly gave instructions to the two women.

The two women, having received orders, engaged the soldiers in battle.

The royal clan was explained from the very beginning.

She would distribute her power equally among those around her, and then grant those who swore allegiance far greater power than herself.

Relationships are like a swarm of bees.

Noknarea exists as the queen bee, while the other soldiers who swore loyalty are worker bees.

The queen's power will become the clan's power.

Conversely, the power of the clan can also become the power of the queen.

"Heh, don't underestimate my soldiers. They are powerful blades imbued with my strength. Unlike you incapable of change. Du Wei, you can regret your underestimation now!"

Noknarea's smile was one of pride and confidence.

But there was no complacency in her actions. She was not arrogant because of her own strength; on the contrary, she was quite aware of the enemy's power.

The Queen knew everything about the soldiers.

Commanding the battle as if lowering a battle flag.

Requesting flowers?

"It's somewhat similar to Reinhardt's Shura..."

Du Wei sighed again.

Nocnarea's fighting style is somewhat similar to Reinhardt's, both involving the sharing of power between themselves and their subordinates.

However, Reinhardt was better.

As Reinhardt grows stronger, his army will grow stronger, and the strength of his subordinates will also enhance the general's power.

As long as he, as a general, doesn't die.

Then the soldiers under his command will be reborn and resurrected countless times.

The Shura army far surpasses Noknarea's.

The azure light formed from the condensation of souls cut through the soldiers' flesh and blood, filling the air with a chilling aura like the stillness of a cold lake.

Sharp and cold.

Melusine's sword slashed at the attacking soldier.

They fearlessly thrust their spears, imbued with yin energy, the heavy pressure subtly suppressing their slender arms.

. ... ....

"call....."

She opened her small, red lips and exhaled.

The next second, swords flashed through the air at lightning speed, leaving no room for blood to splatter.

Several knights fell to the ground.

They did not retain their bodies like living organisms, but rather melted away like ice and snow.

The sound of footsteps reached Melusine's ears.

After killing one batch of soldiers, another batch followed.

“…”

Melusine remained silent.

I have a vague feeling that something is not right.

Normally, dealing with an opponent of this caliber would be instantaneous, without needing to take so long.

"Wow... Lancelot... He's amazing!"

Castor was amazed by Melusine's swordsmanship.

Since Britain had never needed to fight before, she had never seen Melusin in battle.

Now, all I see is beauty and brilliance.

"One day I'll become as beautiful as Melusin. If I keep acting so dramatic, people will just think I'm a country bumpkin."

"I...I'll change..."

Castor answered in a very weak tone.

It's clear that she lacks self-confidence.