In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Even though at that time, no one knew what kind of dragon he was subduing.

No one knows, or rather, no one remembers.

Only the traces of that day bear witness to his past actions—

Therefore, he revealed his 'great achievements' to the public afterward.

*Welsh Stories: Mabinogião (excerpt by Suberty)*

...

"How could Vortigern have been killed...?"

"This is completely wrong!"

Vottigan was beheaded.

The Onsa people, who swept across the northern border of the Kingdom of Camelot, were already a disorganized bunch. Without the evil dragon that used its power to force them to act in unison, this group of barbarians naturally retreated at a visible speed.

The Kingdom of Camelot was practically celebrating. Everyone could see the inevitable prosperity of the kingdom in the future, and they could also foresee the great cause of unifying the three islands of Britain, which even King Uther had failed to accomplish. It was even more conceivable that next, Uther's daughter, Princess Morgan le Fay of Camelot, who had led the army to defeat Vortigern's forces, would ascend to the throne with the support of Grand Duke Subaru, who had personally killed Vortigern.

No one dared to mention the previous matter of choosing a king again.

Carrying the prestige of the defeated Voodoo, no one dared to raise any objections—even the will of the 'former king' seemed less convincing in the face of tangible achievements.

After all, the new king may not have such abilities.

Even if Merlin were to guarantee that the new king could defeat Vortigern, it would still be just words, not reality.

But just as the whole country was celebrating, and the people of Camelot were busy welcoming the triumphant return of the princess, the duke, and the knights from the north, Merlin, a silver-haired, red-eyed young man, was filled with astonishment in the Camelot court.

His eyes were fixed on what was in front of him. Although they were far apart, with his 'clairvoyance,' the highest level of magic among magicians who had seen everything in the world, he could see the entire process of the battle.

Although he wasn't on the front lines, he felt as if he were there in person...

"Morgan, when did you analyze even a part of the 'Holy Lance'?"

Merlin, who also possesses fairy blood, is no stranger to the Star Anchor rooted in the fairy realm!

In comparison, Lu Kangna's final 'outburst' was...

That strike was almost divine.

The martial arts skills used to finally kill Voodoo do not seem so important anymore.

The 'Holy Lance' Rungomminiad, in the future observed and predicted by Merlin, is one of the strongest weapons that will fall into the hands of Artoria, who will become the 'King,' the 'King Arthur,' and the 'King of Knights'!

However, although it has not yet fallen into Morgan's hands, he has 'stolen' some of its power.

The current situation... has completely exceeded Merlin's 'prediction'!

Without the Holy Lance, Lucan would certainly have been able to defeat Vortigern again, but not so easily—and certainly not so quickly.

Without the Holy Lance.

Lu Kang's inability to quickly kill Vortigern will inevitably attract the attention of the 'Suppressive Force'.

However, no if.

"This script... it's just not right at all!"

Where exactly did things go wrong?

So where exactly did the problem lie?

And so it goes.

Can Artoria truly become 'Queen'?

"This is getting a bit troublesome..."

Despite saying that, a faint smile still lingered in Merlin's eyes.

...This is indeed very troublesome.

It's so troublesome that the world itself might be in trouble.

but.

Merlin just muttered something, then lowered his eyes.

He had already foreseen the ending.

—The illusory bubble will eventually burst.

The so-called 'inhibitory force' will not allow such development to continue.

However, he still did nothing.

Just watching.

...

But whatever Merlin thought or believed.

Even the nightmares that claimed to see through everything are now powerless to change what has already 'happened'.

Two thousand Windmill Knights, spearheaded by 'Silver-Armed Knight' Bedivere and 'Stone-Shield Knight' Dagonet, crossed the distant plains and naturally returned from north to south to reach the chalk city of Camelot.

At the very center of the knights' encirclement, the banner of the 'Aquinus?' family, a prairie eagle, was unfurled high as if a real eagle were taking flight, while beside it, the Camelot royal family's large red dragon emblem shone brightly.

The knights were honored.

The young Bedivere with his silver arms also had a face full of pride and arrogance for being a 'monarch'.

The city of Camelot was already teeming with people, and through the city gates, one could see countless people surging about inside—eagerly anticipating what was to come.

It wasn't just the original inhabitants of the royal city.

There were also people from all over the country.

A girl whose real name is 'Artoria' is also hidden among them, casting curious and longing glances into the distance.

She spotted 'Princess' Morgan.

as well as.

'Grand Duke' Subatai Equinus?... Strictly speaking, this was the first time the girl had seen her dream teacher in reality—

You and Morgan lead the knights back.

Hand in hand with Morgan, you ascended the steps to the 'court' amidst the spotlight.

The knights lined up on both sides.

The figure of 'Sage' Merlin stood beside the palace, offering you only a smile that betrayed a hint of helplessness.

"This guy sees everything, yet he never does anything or tries to change anything."

"What a... disgusting guy."

You heard Morgan's words from the side.

You simply chuckled and tightened your grip on her hand.

"If he won't change, I will."

You speak to Morgan.

Morgan nodded slightly and merely hummed softly.

"Then I entrust this to you, my knight."

...

It was a story as dreamlike and as poetic as a poem.

This is also the world that the king once hoped for, a world where he himself is merely a 'knight'.

In that dream, there was no sword-wielding king selection, no Arthur.

Yes, there is, but she no longer needs to pretend, a girl named Artoria.

The Court of Avalon

...

"Artoria, congratulations on passing the test."

"I will bestow upon you the name 'Red Dragon Knight'."

Inside the windmill city.

The young Grand Duke Subatai Equinus, who presided over the knight selection ceremony, slowly addressed the blonde girl before him: "Now, swear your allegiance as a knight to the Queen, Morgan le Fay!"

Chapter 215 Lia's Timeline as a Knight: Another Feint, Fairy Realm Rewind

Although Morgan became the rightful Queen of Camelot, you also fulfilled your initial promise to her, casting the crucial vote for her as the Grand Duchess of Windmill City.

However, you did not slacken your teaching of Artoria.

[But after the girl became a full-fledged knight, the dream turned into reality.]

[Only after the girl became one of the knights surrounding the throne did you no longer need to hide your teaching of her.]

The swung tri-colored spiral flashed like a folded rainbow bridge, creating ripples, and the straight sword, wrapped in a whirlwind, was pierced through in an instant and struck out in a flash.

Facing the intertwined sword of the God of War, the blonde girl suddenly stopped and instinctively wanted to retreat—but at that moment her eyes widened as she realized that the sword light she saw had suddenly dispersed, without any time interval, as if three swords had been slashed out at the same time.

Artoria froze in place.

A strand of golden hair drifted down from its head—within the palace, a gentle breeze stirred the lush vegetation in the garden, leaving only a single strand of golden hair stubbornly standing upright.

"Teacher Su... what kind of new move is this?"

Gazing at the handsome young man opposite her who effortlessly and subtly withdrew his three sword strikes in an instant, a ripple of light welled up in the girl's eyes.

"This is a Japanese sword technique called 'Swallow Return'."

Lu Kang spoke.

In a strict sense, this can only be considered a reverse imitation based on his own understanding of the effects of the "Swallow Return" in later generations.

The true 'Swallow Return' is the most advanced sword technique in the East, unprecedented and unparalleled. It is a spacetime folding sword technique that can touch the realm of magic and the concept of the second law of spacetime—it can truly unleash three strikes at the same time.

However, his sword strike was still a little lacking. It relied more on the extremely high frequency of his own thought circuits and the most extreme martial arts techniques in the 'Arsenal' to achieve a continuous slash that was only spatial rather than temporal folding.

"Eastern swordsmanship... it certainly isn't the same as British swordsmanship!"

As Artoria spoke, gazing at the young man before her, she couldn't help but express her heartfelt respect and admiration: "Teacher Su, you truly know everything!"

Now sixteen years old, Artoria has gradually grown up. Her long golden hair is tied up, and her fair face, sculpted by the sunlight in the garden, is delicate yet heroic. Her figure has matured, and the waist-cinching knight's uniform outlines the slightly undulating chest. Her waist is slender yet powerful, and her hips appear firm and perky under the leather leg armor. Her long legs show smooth lines when straightened during training.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in her light armor, casting dappled patterns of light on her collarbone and the hollow of her neck.

She gazed at the handsome young man in front of her, dressed in loose, casual running gear, her eyes truly filled with longing.

It was like this in my dream before.

Now, in reality, this is even more true.

“I’m not exactly an expert—” Lu Kang simply replied, “At least, I don’t really understand how someone with such a small frame can eat so much.”

"Uh..." The girl was speechless. As the incarnation of the 'Red Dragon', and theoretically an existence of equal status to Vortigern, Artoria's every breath could generate enormous magical power—leading to endless energy consumption and making her a veritable glutton.

This is inevitable.

But Lu Kang still wanted to complain.

He said, "It can only be said that Merlin's teachings were not in vain."

“In this respect, you have truly become the ‘king’!” he teased sarcastically.

"—Teacher!" Artoria was instantly embarrassed and annoyed.

Since Artoria is not a king, she no longer needs to constantly maintain the demeanor of a king who remains unmoved even when Mount Tai collapses before her.

Just then, a gentle voice came from the side.

Good morning, both of you.

"Greetings, Master Merlin." The girl who looked in the direction of the voice took a half step back and bowed slightly.

Merlin smiled and nodded at Artoria, who was acting so distantly towards him, and then Artoria took her leave.

Unlike Lu Kang's seemingly casual yet very friendly attitude.