In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

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The former is a legendary 'succubus' from the Scottish Isles outside of mainland Britain. It is said that once she appears at night, she absorbs the life force of humans, killing them instantly. She loves blood and hates sunlight.

The latter is the name of a fairy that appears in northern England. Legend has it that it has burning horns and eyes, and appears as a chained dog. If it appears in a city, it foretells impending death. If it appears on a high plateau, it will personally bring death.

Both of these are well-known 'fairies' in Britain.

[They are also the 'familiars' you brought out from the 'Fairy Realm'—fantasy beings that you accidentally discovered and awakened during the process of recording mysteries, beings that should not have appeared in this era.]

Although this was just an accident.

Although this was not something you did intentionally.

Although they are all 'evil' fairies in legends.

But now that they've been discovered, you'll naturally make use of them—

The power of 'fairies' has always been convenient.

[Your forces do indeed lack this level of mystical power.]

If only their personalities, especially Bavanshi's, weren't so 'bad'.

It's just a pity that the being you truly wanted to awaken—could not awaken in the 'present era'.

"Stop gossiping."

Lu Kang asked, "How are you doing with the tasks I assigned you?"

“That half-nightmare is very cautious,” Bagst said seriously. “However, in the end, it still couldn’t detect us, who were hiding deeper in the fairy realm, relying on our master’s magic to conceal our presence.”

"This is his action map for today—Bavan Shi, hurry up and hand the map over to your master!"

If Bavan Shi is like a mischievous little girl, then Bagst at least has a bit of the demeanor of a knight under Lukang's command.

"Father, how will you reward me?"

As Bawan Shi raised her hand to hand it over, she raised an eyebrow.

"Would you like a whip and candles?" Lu Kang asked, his eyes piercing.

"Really?" Bawan Xi's eyes lit up instantly, but the next second, meeting Lu Kang's dangerous gaze, she still gave an awkward smile: "Ah... let's forget about that for now."

[Following 'Merlin']

This is exactly the task you assigned them.

As mentioned before, fairies can freely enter and exit the fairy realm—and the fairy realm, as the surface of the Star Inner Sea, is an extremely special interlayered place, similar to the Yamato Kingdom's Yuyo.

[It retains both fantasy and mystery, and allows us to observe the present world from within.]

[It's very difficult to be discovered by outsiders while hiding inside.]

[Plus, you have my magical protection]

Even with Merlin's all-seeing eye, it would be extremely difficult to discover the slightest clue if one did not know in advance that observation was possible.

And your purpose is self-evident.

"Merlin's destination today is... the home of the old knight Sir Hector in Windmill City, in southern Britain."

"That explains why I couldn't find it before."

"Does my affection reside with me?"

Merlin, that guy, is playing the "blind spot" game too!

[In your memory, the one who will inherit the Kingdom of Camelot in the name of Arthur and become the famous 'King of Knights' was fostered in the home of the knight Hector when he was young.]

You've always been very interested in meeting such a historically famous figure.

Especially now that their own arsenal has been forged into an 'infinite array of martial arts'.

[If a 'King of Knights' is truly born, the Knightly Code will spread even further, which will greatly benefit you—allowing you to use the power of this rapidly growing code to quickly solidify your own arsenal.]

Although you have promised to support Morgan as king.

However, this did not prevent the birth of King Arthur after her.

There has never been a rule that there can only be one king.

You will once again use this to provoke the existence called 'Counterforce'.

Your interest is very strong.

...

"Artoria, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong—maybe I didn't sleep well last night?"

"Yes, if you're tired, take a short rest. I'll take care of the rest of the land."

"It's alright, Brother Kai."

Chapter 209 Invading the Dream, Merlin's Backfire, and Artoria's Two Teachers

A blond, young boy stood on the golden field, the distant sky tinged with orange light under the setting sun. The slender boy, known as Atolis, slowly lowered his sword and gently wiped the sweat from his face, his exquisite and handsome features etched with exhaustion.

"Artorius, stop practicing, it's time to go back."

In the distance, a tall and sturdy fifteen-year-old boy walked over. Looking at his 'little brother's' tired face, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him: "You've been working in the fields all morning and practicing swordsmanship all afternoon. You must get a good rest tonight."

"Don't worry, Brother Kai, I'm fine."

The boy's voice was clear and melodious, ringing out like a wind chime in the wind across the fields.

The enormous windmills standing near and far appear to be turning leisurely, but the immense kinetic energy they generate causes the river to churn, irrigating the fields within a radius of tens of kilometers and blowing away all the vegetation in all directions.

Artorius, facing the wind brought by the more than ten-meter-tall windmill, said, "Brother Kai, these windmills keep moving non-stop, so I don't get tired."

"That's a machine designed by Grand Duke Aquinus. You're human, how can you compare them?"

"A machine? I always thought someone was pushing it around inside..." the 'boy' asked an extremely naive question: "I really don't know how that Grand Duke managed to create such a machine—"

The boy called Kai spoke irritably to the boy who had set his sights on the 'windmill', even though he knew it was just an excuse the other boy was using to brush him off, and that 'Atoris' wasn't that naive: "Alright, let's go back. If we don't go back, Father will scold us."

"Ah."

Atolis nodded, his gaze unfocused, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

...

Artorius is ten years old.

But 'he' is not actually called Artorias, but Artoria – her surname is unknown. According to her adoptive father Hector, she was fostered in his home.

It started when I was five years old.

Artoria's memories of the year before that were very vague and almost nonexistent. She only remembered that from that day onwards, she began to live with her adoptive parents and her godbrother Kai in the windmill city countryside where the harvest was plentiful every year.

Although Artoria seemed to be living under someone else's roof and her life was quite poor, she was not bored.

The Knights Hector and his wife treated her very well, just like their own 'son'—except for repeatedly telling her not to reveal her true gender, she received no less treatment than Kay, and was even much better.

Kai, as her 'sworn brother,' had no objection to this and treated her like his own younger sister.

So although she was indeed very poor, to the point that she had to work and farm every day, Artoria lived a very comfortable life.

So even though she spends her days farming in the morning and practicing swordsmanship in the afternoon, she doesn't feel there's anything wrong with such a fulfilling life.

and so.

Even at night, during her rare moments of rest, she still needs to 'study' in her dreams.

Artoria still didn't see anything wrong with it...

"It's nice to see you again, Lia."

Good morning, Professor Merlin.

The moment the girl closed her eyes on the wooden bed, her consciousness floated down to a sea of overflowing flowers.

The moment the field of vision returned, it was just like the sky in the real world.

Beneath the azure dome, endless splendor unfolds like flowing water. As a gentle breeze stirs, a tall, slender, handsome young man with silver hair smiles and gazes at a girl who is only ten years old, saying, "To be precise, it should be 'Goodnight'."

“Outside the world, it would naturally be goodnight—but here it’s still very bright, isn’t it?” Artoria replied, “The concepts of early and late are only relative.”

"As expected of Lia, she is indeed very smart."

Merlin smiled approvingly, and seemed to agree with Artoria's rebuttal: "So diligence is also relative."

"Yes, teacher."

The girl solemnly replied, "Relatively speaking, I haven't tried hard enough yet."

Looking at Artoria, who seemed to have instantly ignited, Merlin's expression remained unchanged. He stood amidst the sea of flowers, gazing at the girl who stood a few meters away, barely reaching his chest, and cleared his throat:

"Well then, let's begin today's 'lesson'."

I still don't know when it started.

Artoria would often enter this sea of flowers after falling asleep each evening and receive instruction from a young man who called himself the 'Sage' Merlin. At first, she was surprised, not only by the 'dream' but also by the man's self-proclaimed title.

Although the fame of 'Sage' Merlin is not as widespread as that of Grand Duke Subotai of Windmill City, who has recently risen to prominence, the number of people who know his name is much greater than those who know Subotai—it is impossible for the young girl not to have heard of him.

However, she wasn't sure if what the other person said was true or false.

However, based on his speech and the words he uttered, one could roughly determine that it was not a lie.

Just like the busyness of the daytime.

During this time, Artoria gradually got used to the teachings she received in this sea of flowers after falling asleep.

—Those teachings were always straightforward and harsh.

Although many times, Lia didn't understand why she had to learn these things.

Although he always wore a smile, Merlin never taught in a gentle manner.

Today is just like yesterday.

He stood in the sea of flowers, his silver hair fluttering in the breeze, but his voice was calm to the point of being indifferent:

"Today, we must continue to learn how to govern a country."

He raised his hand, and countless points of light appeared in the void, outlining the terrain of Britain: "Knowing one's own territory is a must for a 'king'."

“You should know, Lia, just as the Windmill City you live in was built entirely by the most virtuous of the knights, the Grand Duke, he knows every single tree, every brick and tile there very well.”

"Remember the location of every river and fortress in Britain; they will determine your success or failure in the future."

Merlin often used the story of Duke Subatai of Windmill City to guide the young girl.

Artoria nodded, thinking that the Grand Duke was indeed remarkable, and the windmill that never stopped running was the best proof of that—her gaze swept intently over the shimmering lines, and she looked very serious.

She remembered these things after an unknown amount of time.

"Secondly, swordsmanship." Merlin flicked her finger, and the sea of flowers instantly transformed into a battlefield, with countless phantoms wielding swords attacking her:

"The swordsmanship you learned during the day is only the basics. Only simulated combat can help you grow—just like that Grand Duke who ventured deep into the north, slaying numerous monsters and ultimately defeating Vortigern... You must also withstand all these attacks, or you will not be allowed to rest tonight."

The girl gripped the wooden sword that had appeared in her hand, and sweat quickly soaked her back.

I still don't know how much time has passed.

Time always flows inexplicably in dreams.

Finally, the usual questions.

Merlin looked down at her: "What if your subjects question your gender?"

“Respond with merit and authority,” she replied breathlessly. “The king needs no explanation.”

Merlin smiled.

There was no approval in that smile, only scrutiny.

"very good."

“Remember, Lia—as a ‘Queen,’ you were born to give your all for this land.”

At this moment, Artoria has never thought of becoming a 'king'.

However, in the dream, she had no chance to refute.