To become a king and a magician

"You're back? Lancelot, didn't His Majesty send you to hunt down the invaders?"

Following the sound, what came into the view of the woman known as Lancelot was a blonde female knight sitting on the edge of the bed.

Lancelot shook his head: "I didn't catch up. Plus, it was getting dark, so I didn't pursue it any further. I'll continue the chase after dawn tomorrow. By the way, why are you here with me, Gawain? Where is the camp you're in charge of?"

“You know I’ll be fine on my end, Lancelot. I’m only here to supervise your work, following the advice of His Excellency the Court Magician.”

What is the opinion of His Excellency the Court Magician?

"That witch...?"

“Witch, that’s a very fitting title. Although she claims to be Lord Merlin, she’s definitely not, is she?” Gawain crossed his arms and lifted the enormous breasts that Lancelot wanted to punch. “Using magic to impersonate Lord Merlin and thus be with His Majesty at all times…it’s truly enviable.”

For the Knights of the Round Table who were here, this was a long-awaited reunion with their King. Although such a change occurred shortly after the reunion, causing them to feel sadness again before they could enjoy the joy of this reunion for long, at least for them, being able to see their beloved King Arthur was already the best outcome.

However, the witch who claimed to be Merlin forcefully kept them outside, and even knowing the reason, Gawain was still quite envious.

Lancelot felt the same way.

"That being said, the only one who can truly help our king is that witch. We cannot deny that our king's condition has remained stable until now entirely thanks to her efforts. It's just that we don't know how long this situation can last—has the frequency of dragon calamities increased recently?"

“Thirty-two incidents have already occurred this month, exceeding last month’s total,” Gao Wen said. “At this rate, we probably won’t be able to handle it all on our own. Lord Tristan was slightly injured yesterday while fighting the dragon scourge, and the dragon scourge is gradually increasing in intensity.”

"When it rains, it pours... Sigh."

Lancelot sighed softly: "Speaking of which, how's Mordred doing?"

Gawain chuckled wryly and spread his hands: "The same old story. To be honest, after learning that she was Mordred from human history here, I was a little worried. After all, the Mordred we know is..."

"But Mordred here turned out to be surprisingly easy to get along with. I should say she's grown, or rather, she's gotten what she wanted. She's the 'complete' version of what we have. I really don't know what she's been through."

Mordred, the rebellious knight of the Round Table, was initially hard to describe as having any goodwill towards Lancelot, Gawain, or Tristan.

Given their dissatisfaction with His Majesty's rule, their tendency to argue with him, their frequent disagreements with him, and their eventual rebellion, it's questionable whether they could possibly have any affection for Mordred.

As a result, Mordred on this side behaved quite maturely. Although she was still a bit childish at times, she was quite reliable in her actions.

Thanks to this, the pressure on Lancelot and the others was greatly reduced. Otherwise, it would have been too much of a stretch for the three of them to take care of the Dragon Calamity of the entire Singularity, even with the blessing of the Holy Grail.

Mordred can at least alleviate the pressure from one direction.

"That being said, the pressure is increasing day by day, not just for us, but I think it's the same for our king."

Gawain looked toward the city wall.

"Lancelot, what do you think of what His Majesty said earlier? The one His Majesty mentioned... the one from this world."

“I don’t know.” Lancelot shook his head. “Besides, it’s too early to think about this now. There haven’t been any obvious changes yet, and everything that’s happening is still within our control. Don’t overthink it, Gawain.”

Don't overthink it.

Gawain gripped his arm, as if mocking himself: "Perhaps, perhaps I am indeed overthinking things. The thought of possibly witnessing my king's departure again makes me feel somewhat..."

"Gawain..."

After murmuring for a moment, Lancelot reached out and hugged Gawain: "Try to think positively, Gawain."

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Within the White Dragon City.

Between the thrones.

Looking at Arthur, who sat on the throne with his eyes open, seemingly frozen in place, Merlin sighed softly: "He's entered this state again... The intensity is gradually increasing, it should be over soon."

"However, to be honest, to be able to maintain this state for more than half a year and actually wait for the arrival of that child, I don't know whether to say it is the result of strong willpower. This is far beyond what can be achieved by perseverance."

Merlin, who had been standing here the whole time, had personally witnessed Arthur never closing his eyes during that period.

The sleepless nights of the past six months were less a testament to strong will and more a testament to unwavering determination.

"But your insistence is useless. Even if you delay the time until now, it only postpones the destruction. In fact, because that child has already arrived, this world will be destroyed sooner than you expect."

Leaving the throne room and arriving at the central avenue outside, Merlin looked up at the clear sky, snapped his fingers lightly, and instantly vanished like mist. The next moment, a mature white-haired woman in a black dress quietly appeared from within the mist.

Anyone with connections to the Round Table would surely recognize her here.

Morgana, King Arthur's sister and Mordred's mother.

"What a beautiful night sky. Even if it's fake, it's never been said that fake is inferior to real. However, this night sky will soon disappear... After shattering the stars, I wonder if that child can do the same feat of shattering the sky this time."

"What do you think?"

As if asking someone a question, Morgan stretched out her hands toward the sky, where a huge dark shadow loomed, as if responding to her question.

Of course, Morgan knew that the shadowy figure was just an illusion, and its true form was now completely isolated from the outside world.

With a wry smile, Morgan transformed back into Merlin and returned to the throne room.

(Come quickly, my dear King Arthur, my dear swordsman.)

(This is an enemy that only you can defeat.)

17. I want to fuse with Jeanne Alter!

The next day, at noon.

On a mountain road near the White Dragon Kingdom.

"Boom--!"

With one hand, he pressed the head of a two-legged wyvern into the mountain wall, then stomped it to pieces. Xia Chuanhu glanced at the somewhat pitted and uneven post-battle site around him, and snapped his fingers to instantly fill in the surrounding area.

"That should be enough, right? It really is one wave after another, this dragon calamity."

"This is already the sixth batch this morning alone. I hope there are no problems at the base." Artoria's expression was somewhat worried.

Natsukawa Tora smiled and said, "There are three Knights of the Round Table over there. I don't think the mere Dragon Disaster can do anything to them. If I had to say, our situation is much more serious."

"Boom—!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a roar erupted from not far ahead, and scorching flames burst forth from the mountains.

Here we go again.

With a helpless sigh, Natsukawa Tora pulled Artoria up and used a spatial displacement to arrive at the scene of the commotion. Looking at the figure standing in a sea of ​​fire, Natsukawa Tora sighed, "Couldn't you have made a little less noise... Aren't you afraid of causing a landslide and crushing yourself to death, Jeanne Alter?"

"what?"

Jeanne d'Arc in the sea of ​​fire turned around, glared at Natsukawa Torato, and sneered, "Anyway, you're not going to stand idly by, are you? Or are you the kind of cold-blooded man who would just watch this brat get crushed to death?"

"I'm talking to you..."

He rushed to Jeanne Alter in two strides, and Natsukawa Torama raised his hand and chopped down on Jeanne Alter's head. The pain made her immediately clutch her head and crouch down to defend herself.

What are you doing?!

"I'm just teaching you a lesson. You said you wanted to get some fresh air, and you were itching to fight after watching us fight, so I had Gray let you out. Don't just do whatever you want as soon as you're out here. Are you an overly excited elementary school student on a spring outing? No, even elementary school students are more obedient than you."

"Huh?!"

Hearing that she was even inferior to an elementary school student, Jeanne Alter's face immediately turned sour: "Who the hell are you talking about—ah~~~ okay, okay, I know, I'll calm down."

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the faint threat emanating from Gray within her body. Not wanting to return just like that, Jeanne Alter had no choice but to swallow the rest of her words and put away her weapon with a displeased expression.

Scratching his head helplessly, Natsukawa Tiger said, "If you're itching to go all out, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to unleash your full power later. For now, just bear with it—here, have some ice cream to calm down."

"Do you really think I'm a child who needs you to coax me?" Jeanne Alter glanced at her disdainfully, but her hand still honestly took the ice cream. "Where did you pull this out from?"

"Imagine materialization—Lia, do you want some? Or do you want a drink? You've been walking for an hour, you must be thirsty."

Seeing the drinks popping up one after another next to Natsukawa Torato's hand, Artoria gave a wry smile: "Give me a bottle of mineral water—Master, your ability is as convenient as ever."

"well enough."

After tossing a bottle of mineral water to Artoria and repairing the terrain damaged by Jeanne d'Arc Alter's firepower, Natsukawa Torato looked into the distance—the Land of the White Dragon was almost there; all that was needed was to cross a plain at the foot of the mountain.

An hour has passed since they set off. Although Natsukawa Tora said from the beginning that they could teleport there directly, Artoria suggested walking there, taking advantage of the possibility of the Dragon Disaster attacking the base, and eliminating the Dragon Disaster along the way.

If the Dragon Disaster is eliminated, it won't happen again in the same place for a short period of time—about half a day—to reduce the pressure on the stronghold.

After finishing the ice cream and the cone, Jeanne Alter licked the crumbs from the corner of her mouth: "How much longer until we get there? Come to think of it, we could just fly there, right?"

"If you don't mind me putting my arm around your waist, I definitely have no objection—besides, there's still some ice cream left on your lips." As he spoke, Natsukawa Tora reached out and scraped off a piece of ice cream from Black Jeanne's lips, then licked it off himself.

(This guy really doesn't care at all!)

The overly direct action made Jeanne Alter's cheeks blush even more. She was quite powerless against such straightforward behavior, and within her, Grey also conveyed a sense of shyness.

Perhaps her blushing was partly influenced by Grey.

"Hmph~~~ I'm quite surprised you mind this kind of physical contact. By the way, doesn't the Knight King mind?"

"Well, I don't mind. I've been carried by my Master several times before," Artoria said without batting an eye. "Besides, it's just being held around the waist. It's nothing compared to merging with my Master."

Integration?

What kind of fusion?

"You two can combine? What... uh, robot combination?" Jeanne Alter racked her brains to extract the meaning she could from Gray's limited knowledge.

A robot?

After thinking about the Vortigern-specific armor in the real world and the Holy Sword armor in the consciousness world, Artoria nodded: "Yes, you could say that."

"He looks pretty handsome (very quietly)."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything!"

Seeing Jeanne Alter's hasty denial, Natsukawa Torato, who had taken her whispers into full account, really wanted to say that as long as Jeanne Alter didn't mind, he could merge with her; it was just a matter of summoning magic anyway.

However, considering that she might be blamed by Grey, who was of one mind with her, she ultimately did not say it.

And at that very moment—

"Roar roar roar————————!!"

The roar of the wyverns echoed through the sky once again, and then, in one corner of the three's field of vision, several wyverns glided over from the other side of the mountain at an extremely fast speed.

This is the seventh batch.

These dragons are impossible to eradicate! Didn't Jeanne Alter just burn away the dragons in this area? How come they've reappeared so quickly?

"Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), are your skills ineffective against them?"