To become a king and a magician

"Isn't this practically blatantly obvious that there's a problem?" Jeanne Alter said, frowning. "Are those knights out of their minds? With such an obvious problem, didn't they even think to go into the city and check it out?"

"You can't say that. From our perspective, there are indeed problems, but from their perspective, there are no problems at all. After all, they are not like me, who went directly to see Arthur."

Xia Chuanhu spread his hands.

"Of course, there is another possibility. That is, Lancelot and the others know the whole story, but they don't know that things have come to this point. Well, it's like knowing that the water will boil, but thinking that there is still some time, not knowing that the water has already boiled."

"Regardless, there's definitely something wrong with that White Dragon City, so our task remains the same: storm into the city and find out everything. We've rested enough; let's continue—walk or fly there?"

Artoria and Jeanne Alter exchanged a glance, then spoke in unison.

"Consider it a huge bargain for you, fly away."

"Fly over there, Master. The situation may be becoming urgent."

"it is good."

Reaching out to grab Artoria and Jeanne Alter's waists respectively, Natsukawa Torato created a whirlwind beneath his feet, instantly carrying the three of them into the sky!

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White Dragon City, at the city gate.

"What do you mean by this, Lord Lancelot?"

Standing guard at the city gate, Gawain stared at Lancelot, who had mounted his horse and landed in front of him.

"You should be in charge of the dragon disaster in your jurisdiction right now, why are you returning at this time?"

“I have some matters to verify in the city,” Lancelot replied. “Please do not stop me, Lord Gao Wenqing.”

Go into the city?

Gawain frowned. "Our king's orders are to guard the city walls and to fight the dragon scourge and protect the people. Lord Lancelot, are you going to disobey our king's orders?"

"No, that's not the case. It's just... Gao Wenqing, as we've said before, with the increasing frequency and intensity of the Dragon Disaster, there might be some problems on our King's side—I want to verify this. This is out of concern for our King."

"You were the one who told me not to think too much last night, sigh."

Gao Wen sighed helplessly.

"Dismount first. We're at the city gate. Besides, it's tiring for me to look up and talk to you like this."

"Ah."

Lancelot dismounted, patted the horse to make it disappear, and then looked at Gawain: "I did say that last night, but just now, I learned some information about our king from... yesterday's invaders."

"Intruders?" Gawain frowned. "Those two men that Lord Merlin sent to hunt down? You actually believed the one-sided story of two intruders? Your trust in our King was shaken by just a few words?!"

"What if I said that the intruder is the third Holy Sword Wielder recognized by our King?"

"what?"

Gao Wen thought he might have misheard.

The third Holy Sword Wielder?

Or was it approved by His Majesty?

Lancelot said solemnly, "I know you have doubts, Gao Wenqing, and I am the same. I am unwilling to believe other people's one-sided stories. But the holy sword in the other party's hands is genuine. We have witnessed our king wielding the holy sword and unleashing its glory countless times. So I can assert that it is the holy sword that our king possesses."

"So, the Holy Sword Wielder told you about the possibility of something happening to our king?"

"Besides them, no one else has entered the city. The safety of our king is of utmost importance now. If anything were to happen to him—"

Even without continuing, Gawain knew what Lancelot wanted to say, since it was something they both knew perfectly well.

But the king's orders cannot be disobeyed...

"Hmm? Are you two... having an argument?"

Just then, a soft voice came from the other side of the camp, and a red-haired girl wearing a light silver armor walked briskly to the two of them.

“Lord Tristan,” Lancelot said, revealing his identity, “did we disturb your recovery? We’re so sorry.”

"No, my injuries have long since healed. With the Holy Grail, minor injuries are nothing to worry about."

The young-looking Lord Tristan chuckled, "More importantly, I overheard your conversation in the wind. Is Lord Lancelot's desire to enter the city out of concern for our King?"

"exactly."

"Then why don't we ask Lady Merlin? She is the guardian who watches over our king at all times. If she says everything is alright, then it must be alright."

That witch?

"Tsk..."

"cut......"

Gawain and Lancelot both pursed their lips, and Tristan couldn't help but smile wryly: "It seems that the two of you don't get along well with Lord Merlin. Although I don't either, the way she occupies the seat next to the King... it makes me want to break all her limbs."

"Even so, we must admit that under her care, the King's condition has indeed stabilized. At least that much is believable, isn't it?"

"Do you want to ask?" Gawain looked at Lancelot.

"ask--"

After hesitating for a while, Lancelot gritted her teeth and spoke, but before she could finish, Gawain raised his hand to interrupt her, holding his sword and gazing into the distance. Following her gaze, Lancelot and Tristan simultaneously saw a golden meteor hurtling towards them at high speed.

20. To this day, I still don't know just how devoted Arthur really is.

—Someone attempted to breach the city gate.

Gazing at the golden meteor, Gao Wen and his two companions instantly understood.

"Invaders from outside? They've come straight here, which saves us the trouble of searching for them."

Looking at Lancelot, Gawain said, "Let me verify what you just said myself, Lord Lancelot."

"Hmm, I have no objection."

The golden meteor that struck was undoubtedly Xia Chuanhu and his group, whom Lancelot had just seen. He knew this very well; they had originally planned to come here, so he wasn't surprised that they attacked in this way.

only--

(Even if you are a Holy Sword Wielder recognized by our King, we cannot tolerate you forcibly breaking into the castle like this—let's subdue him first, make him repeat himself, and obtain the consent of Lord Gawain and Lord Tristan before proceeding.)

If three Knights of the Round Table jointly petition, the city gates will likely be opened. If Merlin, who is in charge of opening the gates, refuses to do so, it would confirm that there is indeed something fishy about the King's situation.

That's what Lancelot thought.

(But for now, let me see if you can survive Gao Wenqing's clutches, Lord Xia Chuan.)

It is currently morning, the very moment when Gao Wenqing's [Saint's Number] takes effect. With his power amplified threefold, Gao Wenqing is the strongest among those at the Round Table.

Standing before Tristan and Lancelot, facing the rapidly approaching meteor head-on, Gawain raised his holy sword: "This sword is the embodiment of the sun. It is the Yang Flame that burns away all impurities—"

Unleash your Noble Phantasm directly!

(If you truly are the wielder of my king's holy sword, then try and block this attack!)

Gazing at the shooting star, Gawain shouted out the true name of the weapon in his hand, but before that—

"boom--------!!"

Quite abruptly, a dazzling beam of light shot out from within the White Dragon City! A beam of light as bright as the sun instantly ripped through the sky! It collided directly with the meteor before Gawain could swing his holy sword!

(An attack from inside the city?!)

(Could it be our king?!)

Gawain and Lancelot both beamed with joy, but Tristan frowned: "An attack launched from the roof of the throne room... it must be magic."

"Magic? That's Lord Merlin?"

"cut!"

The joy on his face vanished instantly. Gawain glanced at him coldly. If it were the King's attack, it would be enough to prove that the King was still alive. But since it was that witch's attack...

"What do you mean by this, Lord Merlin?" Gawain asked, looking at the air. "I'm guarding the main gate; we don't need your magical support. Do you not trust me, Gawain?"

No, that's not true. I have 100% confidence in Gao Wenqing's abilities, but even someone as capable as him would be overwhelmed when facing an opponent far stronger than himself.

Their strength far surpasses mine?

Gawain narrowed his eyes, looking at the fallen meteor: "You mean, I'm going to lose to this group of unknown intruders?"

[What if the opponent goes all out? — Incidentally, that attack didn't cause any damage; at most, it only hindered their progress. The next magical attack will be in one minute.]

"unnecessary!"

Gawain brandished his holy sword, creating a wall of fire around him and completely isolating the city wall behind him.

"Boom!"

Standing with his sword drawn outside the wall of fire, Gawain said coldly, "With me, Gawain, here, no one, no matter who they are, will be able to pass through the main gate! I swear in the name of the Knights of the Round Table that I will not allow anyone to disturb my king's rest!"

"coax----!"

At the very moment Gao Wen finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind swept through the dust-filled meteor crater, dispersing all the thick dust.

The figures of Natsukawa Torato, Jeanne Alter, and Artoria came into the sight of the Knights of the Round Table.

Brushing the dust off his clothes, Xia Chuanhu shook his hand helplessly: "I got sniped again. Last time I dodged it, so it was fine, but this time I got itchy and tried to catch it. I didn't expect it to be so powerful. My hand is numb."

"If you hadn't come to pick us up, we would have been in the city by now. Why are you so itchy to do this?" Jeanne d'Arc glared at him irritably. "My cloak is now full of dirt, even in my hair."

"I'll clean you up after you rest. What about Leah?"

"No, I'm fine. This impact is nothing to me. I'm used to it." Artoria said, looking at the towering, hundreds-of-meters-high walls of the White Dragon Kingdom.

This is the City of the White Dragon. Even from a distance, it had a certain grandeur, but after observing it up close...

(It really does resemble Camelot.)

If the city lord is King Arthur, then this is only natural. However, rather than saying it resembles Camelot, it is more accurate to say that its appearance imitates Camelot, but its actual structure should be different from that of Camelot.

Of course, what we need to pay more attention to now is the huge firewall blocking the main gate from the outside of the city walls.

Looking at the blonde female knight standing in the center and the familiar holy sword in her hand, even though it was their first meeting, Artoria knew who she was.

"Gao Wenqing from another world."

"Yeah, just like Gawain said, she's huge in every sense of the word. When she's fighting, she probably won't know where to look." Natsukawa Tora said, looking at Gawain. He looked like the type who would have a smooth delivery, and if he had a child, he definitely wouldn't have to pay for baby formula.

As for the red-haired girl on the other side, she should be Lord Tristan, barring any unforeseen circumstances.