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61. The Unacceptable Wang Xuan Scam (-word chapter)

"..."

"..."

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

The porcelain-white ground in the city was a little hot from the sunlight, but no one cared about it.

because--

Everyone's eyes were focused on the young man in front of them.

Under his feet were broken rocks, with the broken lines silently proclaiming that they were once unbreakable.

In his hand he held a sword blade high.

The British sunlight shone on the sword, making it glow with glory.

Silence, and then noise.

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

"How is that possible?! He clearly doesn't look very strong! He doesn't look like someone who can pull it out, right?"

"Something's wrong! This is 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, Gawain.

He stared at the young man in front of him who had drawn his sword, his blue eyes inherited from Morgan filled with disbelief.

of course.

That so-called feeling is not the same doubt as the people around you, but an exclamation that fantasy shines into reality.

Gawain was the one who had tried the Sword of the King's Choice the most times.

He knew how difficult it was to pull out the blade - and now someone had done it.

Is this real?

Or a dream?

Gao Wen covered his head, and for a moment he couldn't tell the boundary between the two.

He had no choice but to vent his feeling of unreality to Ian beside him.

"Father, what should we do?"

"..."

Ian's face turned pale.

Because Gawain and the others present were completely different.

He was thinking about something else entirely, something that had clear logic.

The royal heir who had never been able to obtain proof of his identity might be Artorius in front of him.

Fearing that Morgan would harm Artorius during her growth, King Uther asked Merlin to use magic to hide her name and then send her out of the capital.

Because she is essentially a woman, her perception of herself must be changed from an early age and she must be educated in the ways of chivalry.

Since he has hardly ever appeared in the capital, he had to arrange a return that was realistic enough.

This is a scam.

A complete scam.

The so-called king election is just a process!

"Father, he is here."

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

[You looked ahead.]

【You see Artorius walking towards you.】

[In her hand she still held the sword that had just been pulled out of the rock.]

【Everyone's eyes followed her movements. 】

【You realize that something unexpected might happen next. 】

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

She walked forward step by step, straight and firm.

Ian clearly felt that something in her had changed, but at the same time something else remained.

Was it magic that did this?

Or something else?

Before Ian could think about this question clearly, he felt a touch on his waist.

Artorius buried his head in Ian's chest.

Her two hands went around his body, one on the left and one on the right, and closed behind his back with the sword that had just been drawn out.

That's right.

It was a hug from Artorius.

This was the first thing she chose to do after drawing the sword.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Ian."

"I...seem to have succeeded."

[No one around heard this.]

[You realize that this is a secret message from Artorius that only you can hear.]

[But this is a great irony for you who have just figured everything out. ]

[Your hand slowly moved to the blade at your waist.]

"Father."

Gawain's another call interrupted Ian's anger.

"You seem—"

Gawain looked at the young boy Artorius who was holding his father.

"You seem to know him?"

Before Ian could answer the question, Artorius spoke up first.

However, in stark contrast to her gentle demeanor in Ian's arms, her tone was significantly colder when facing Gawain.

If I had to describe it in a certain way -

That is the wind that rolls forward and does not stay for a moment just because it hits the branches in the forest.

In their hearts, there is only the sea that they want to return to.

This metaphor may be too complicated.

So--

It would probably be easier to understand if we simply understood that Artorius only retained her girlish feelings for Ian.

Because there is no feeling for other people, even the way of speaking becomes a little inhuman.

"Yes, he is an important person to me," she said.

【Gawain was shocked.】

[He had not expected that this boy, who was obviously much inferior to him in physique, could possess such an aura.]

[He seemed to have touched something vaguely.]

【But he knew this was not the time for him to speak. 】

[He looks at you. 】

"..."

Ian calmly withdrew his hand from the hilt.

He found himself being impulsive.

In this situation, there is no way to do anything to Artorius.

It's not that he was afraid of paying a heavy price after doing it, but that he didn't want Morgan to be implicated because of him.

The method of revealing her female body is also not acceptable.

The magic that Merlin had cast was clearly still taking effect—even Gawain hadn't noticed anything unusual.

Then the only option left is patience.

Ian suppressed all the anger in his heart, forced a false smile and looked at Artorius in front of him.

He pulled himself out of her arms and said with a smile:

"This has nothing to do with me. It's your own efforts that have made this happen."

"Artorius, congratulations."

"You are the first knight to draw the blade."

As the nominal King of Lot, Ian's recognition had a clear motivating effect.

The originally whispering atmosphere was ignited into a different state in an instant.

Artorius became the focus of everyone's attention - the people on the streets of Camelot were all looking at the young man with his sword drawn.

They did not realize that Britain's fate was beginning to take a turn for the worse.

He didn't even notice Ian's clenched fist.

[You left this highly anticipated scene quietly. ]

[You run towards the royal court.]

[You have come to Morgan's private workshop, where she studies magic.]

【Only you know how to get in here. 】

"Princess."

"Ok?"

Morgan turned around, and when he saw Ian, his frown relaxed a little.

"Foolish knight, you'd better keep your proud spear in check."

"If something unexpected happens someday——"

Morgan traced his fingers lightly over Ian's chest.

“That would be a loss for all of us.”

"My Lady Princess, I am very grateful for your concern."

"but--"

"but?"

Morgan, noticing that something was wrong with the tone, looked up at Ian.

"Ian, you should know that I don't like people who procrastinate."

Ian's expression was a little solemn.

He tried to find some words that would make what he was about to report less harsh, but found that it was impossible.