The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

[You know you are mean now. ]

【But this is your only way to fight this scam. 】

【The magic seed begins to stop. 】

[The influence of the fading Age of Gods quickly spreads to the wheat fields outside Camelot. 】

[Black spikes, which had never been seen before, began to appear in large areas of wheat fields.]

[This is a process that cannot be reversed by simple human power, and no matter how much watering is done, it will be of no use. ]

[You further manipulated the rumors in Camelot and combined them with the facts.]

[Soon, people who didn't know the truth linked this phenomenon to Artorius drawing his sword.]

This is exactly what you want.

"This must be because the wrong person drew the sword!"

"That's right! This has never happened before! Our wheat is of very good quality!"

"There's a problem! There must be a problem!"

Once a habit becomes second nature, it is impossible to completely deprive it of its original form.

No matter who it is, there is absolutely no way to accept all this.

【You further expand the chaotic situation. 】

【More and more people are looking for you who used to work hard without complaint. 】

[You pretended to listen to their requests, but secretly you deliberately let the situation go in a more extreme direction.]

[You appear to be a good person, but you are also the biggest villain.]

【Finally, the situation you need appears. 】

[The fed-up knights began to circulate the idea of ​​​​not acknowledging this sword-drawing - they refused to bring disaster to Camelot. 】

You realize this is the perfect opportunity.

[You and Artorius meet again.]

On the streets of Camelot, Ian and Artorius were walking side by side, looking somewhat intimate.

Resentful eyes flickered among the houses on both sides of the street, and the only person targeted was Artorius.

Ian knew everything in his heart, but he still asked on the surface:

"Artorius, they seem to be looking at you."

"Mr. Ian, I know."

Artorius glanced around, but there was no trace of sadness in his green eyes.

"They think it was my drawing of the sword that caused the wheat to be corrupted, so they looked at me like that."

Ian felt the sweetness of his successful resistance.

But he also knew that this was not the time to be proud.

"Then Artorius, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?"

"Do not."

Artorius turned around and looked at the man next to him who was much taller than him.

She smiled.

That was the smile she should have at her age.

"Mr. Ian, I don't actually feel bad."

"Before I drew out this blade, I heard a voice from the sword, which told me that I would gain a lot, but also lose a lot."

"So--"

Artorius looked at Ian in front of him, and there was a hint of deep emotion in his green eyes.

"Now that what I can get is in my hands."

"I really should take responsibility for what I lost."

"Besides, I don't think it was a disaster I brought upon myself."

“So I won’t be sad about it.”

Artorius, or should I say Artoria, spoke very frankly.

This is the exchange and oath she made with the sword in her hand.

Now it will be shown to Ian without reservation.

but--

There was one thing that Altria didn't know.

The more she confessed the unusual exchange between herself and the sword in her hand, the more Ian could feel the stinging pain in his face.

Hard work and dedication are meaningless in the face of an established scam.

How ironic is this?

Ian's nails were almost digging into his palms, and his expression was filled with hatred.

"Mr. Ian, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ian like this, Artorius grabbed his hand with a worried look on his face.

"Is it because you are suffering from all these stares with me that you feel uncomfortable?"

"If that's the case, I'm so sorry!"

The irony is real irony.

But Artorius's worries were indeed real.

Ian was in mixed emotions and had to change the subject.

"Artorius, it's not like that."

"I just want to know how you plan to solve these problems - you can't just ignore them, right?"

"You said this."

Artorius breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then you can rest assured, Mr. Ian."

"I already have enough countermeasures."

"The magician named Merlin promised to help me solve the problem of wheat outside the city."

"As for these knights in the city—"

The girl's eyes left Ian and she suddenly became indifferent.

Under everyone's focused gaze, she walked onto the stone platform where the sword had once been inserted.

The girl raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at the blue sky above her head.

"A knight's problem should be solved with a knight's method."

"If any of you have a problem with me—"

"Then challenge me with your blades."

63. Challenge with the Father's Sword (-word chapter)

A knight's sword cannot be drawn from its scabbard at will.

Because once someone responds to the puller's sword, it means the beginning of a duel.

And now-

Artorius not only drew his blade, but pointed it at all of Camelot at the same time.

This means that her target is not just one or a few knights, but all of them.

If we understand it in a more popular, even vulgar way -

That's a simple sentence.

"Come and fight me if you don't agree."

Under normal circumstances, Ian would probably think that anyone who did this was too arrogant.

And the result that awaits them is obvious.

That means being stabbed with swords and eventually paying the price for his arrogance.

But the situation in Artorius doesn't seem to be understood in this way.

[Talent Lake Blessing + Activated: With your magic power enhanced, you can sense the mysterious power emanating from Artorius at this moment.]

You realize that she is not as fragile as she appears.

[But you don't want to give up the opportunity to let her challenge the entire Camelot Knights alone. ]

【You decide to sit out for now and see how things turn out. 】

[But what you don't know is that in the crowd at this moment, there is another pair of eyes holding a similar idea. ]

“Things turned out like this.”

Merlin, hiding in the crowd, looked at the girl holding the Sword in the Stone and challenging the knights with great interest.

“It’s beyond imagination.”

“It’s really worth it to be able to witness more possibilities at once.”

"But speaking of-"

Merlin looked at Ian at the front of the crowd.

"Altria, you obviously already knew that he was a married man, right? Yet you were able to selectively ignore it all."

"Is this what they call a reserved heartbeat that only works for him?"

"It's really fun."

Merlin's words were not heard by anyone, and it was impossible for anyone to hear them.

He would never allow himself to stand on a million sharp points.

[Artorius' words temporarily shocked everyone present.]

[But this shock did not last long. ]

[After all, her figure is too petite. If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's really hard to connect her with the sword of the king's choice.]

[Soon, those who were a little bolder began to have heretical ideas.]

"I come!"

A bald head emerged from the crowd.

He was burly and looked ferocious, and his breath smelled of the sour smell of cheap wine.

Obviously, this is not a so-called knight, but a ruffian in Camelot.

However, the bald man did not hide this fact.

"Hey! You little brat, I'm not a knight! Am I qualified to challenge you?"

"no problem."

Artorius looked at the bald man in front of him with a cold expression.

"No one will be refused."

"Okay! That's what you said!"

The bald man looked around and borrowed a long sword - there were many people watching the fun with the same idea, so it was not a difficult task.

"Drink——!"