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Her fate was, after all, to end like this.

[But what should be so may not be right.]

[This is what you're thinking.]

However, although she received the baptism of royal power and the blessing of the 'King of Camelot,' it did not mean that the girl had truly become a queen. The news of the sword being pulled out of the stone had not yet spread widely. After the baptism, Merlin suggested that Artoria travel throughout the kingdom to broaden her horizons, gain more adventure experience and practical combat skills. Although there was some turmoil in the country at this time, it was generally stable, and Artoria was very tempted by this suggestion.

She has extended an invitation to you.

You joked, "I won't help you hunt large prey, you 'king of gluttons'!"

"Besides, if I go with them, it won't be an exploration or adventure, but just a simple trip."

[Your familiar attitude, even more so than when you taught me in the dream, left Artoria stunned for a long time. She seemed to be certain that her previous memories were not false.]

She nodded happily.

She seemed to have a thousand words in her heart, but in the end, looking into your eyes, she said nothing.

In the end, she chose to believe you.

That was the teacher she trusted most.

He was also her most capable knight.

Everything should have been this way.

The Poems of Subotai

...

Although you didn't go on the journey with her, you still arrived in Artoria's dream every night as promised, continuing to teach her swordsmanship and the philosophy of governance.

The years of travel remain the same as before.

Unlike Merlin's style of always being deliberately mysterious, you never encourage or 'brainwash' girls, and you also never suggest making fun of their weaknesses.

[You call her a glutton, a cowlick queen, and a blanket queen—Artoria, who is used to presenting herself as a man, is always covered in clothes from head to toe, afraid that others will discover her true gender.]

[Lia would always start by seriously refuting them]

When they couldn't refute you anymore, they just started a 'verbal battle' with you.

[Finally, they all started laughing as they talked.]

Compared to the daily training, this is more like a leisurely experience in a dream. In your eyes, she is not the tool Merlin spoke of for becoming king, nor the 'Knight King' who will face a tragic future after drawing her sword, but simply a girl who grows step by step in your eyes.

[During Wang's travel period]

The affairs of the entire nation have fallen on your shoulders.

You temporarily settled in Camelot.

Under your personal rule, the treasury of Camelot is full and the army is well-manned—the number of knights has risen to five thousand, and the number of heroes who can skillfully use magic and possess 'battle prowess' is also astonishing.

[Your knightly discipline has become increasingly powerful, no longer merely manifesting internally, but capable of directly materializing into invisible 'chains' that bind the enemy's spirit and influence their will—although this is only a sign and not yet powerful, it is gradually becoming effective as a tool for extracting weapons from the arsenal.]

[In this process, although your martial arts skills did not achieve a major breakthrough, you absorbed more branches of human martial arts from different eras.]

In this process, you have also captured many of the mysteries of the era.

You have never stopped striving to become stronger—though the pace may be slow, it has been continuous.

During this period, you also maintained regular contact and communication with Morgan.

Before you, Morgan still made no attempt to hide her love or hate; she loathed Merlin and rejected Artoria, but it was a complex attitude that was both rejecting and pitiful.

Morgan is no longer so naive, but she still looks young and even more beautiful—she is no longer a pure-blooded human, but a being who combines the characteristics of elves, fairies, and goddesses. Her age is a thousand times that of ordinary people, and she is indeed still very 'young' now.

She began to be known as a 'witch,' but she never cared.

You and she never hid it from each other.

[In this daily routine]

[The passage of time]

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the year you turned twenty-three, Artoria, who had been traveling far and wide, finally returned.

She brought with her the martial arts to reach the 'God's Work'.

[He also brought with him a set of military gear acquired during his travels.]

[Apart from the original sword in the stone, which you never discarded because of your 'commandments']

[Among them is the holy sword, known as the Sword of the Lake, which you obtained under your guidance from the 'Lady of the Lake'—that is, Morgan's 'avatar'—the magic of the avatar is Morgan's new creation. She is the witch Morgan le Fay, and also became the kind Lady of the Lake, Vivian, as people say.]

[Both good and evil, yet both are her; an extreme witch with clear-cut love and hate]

In addition, Lia also possesses the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, which she obtained from the 'fairies' under your guidance.

[Furthermore, what she herself obtained was said to be a divinely forged sword from the distant mythological era, used by Hercules to slay the son of the sea god, and personally forged by Hephaestus, the god of fire—the Sword of Hercules—this sword was a 'trophy' that Artoria obtained from a duel.]

[And you gazed at that sword of Excalibur in silence for a long time. You knew that this was the sacred sword of the stars, forged by the planet to fight against the alien spacefaring vanguard. You knew that this sword had severed Attila's body, plunging him into slumber, which led to the later Hunnic king Attila.]

Of course, the Holy Sword cannot be used at its full potential in Artoria's hands, because it was forged to fight enemies from beyond the world. When used against the inhabitants of the planet's interior, its power is not as outrageous as it would seem.

The truly powerful thing should be the 'sheath' of the holy sword.

Legend has it that it is the key to the deepest part of the fairy realm, the ideal land of Celtic legend, 'Avalon's Garden'.

Once deployed, it will provide a defensive effect equivalent to being inside Avalon, with six layers of spatial dimensional barriers.

That's a defensive shield that even you couldn't break through in one go.

In addition, Artoria also possesses the Dragon Heart, a gift from the red dragon bloodline, which allows her to continuously generate magical power—granting her a powerful physique and the ability to unleash magical energy.

【Yes】

[Today, standing before you is the fully armed Artoria—in some ways, her martial arts skills and full armor are no less than yours.]

[He could rival even the highest gods with just his weapons.]

"The chosen one of our time... he really is unreasonable!"

Looking at the returning 'King Arthur', Lu Kang sighed, "All my years of hard work are not as good as your luck in one year!"

"Luck is also a form of strength."

The girl was slender yet agile, her waist taut in silver-blue armor, and her chest showing a slight curve beneath the armor.

The shapely hips, encased in the skirt, were rounded and perky, and as the skirt was lifted slightly, they gently tightened between the draped hem.

She naturally moved closer to Lu Kang, her fingertips lightly touching his shoulder, her breath carrying the warm scent unique to young girls.

Artoria smiled, naturally and warmly: "Su Qing."

The girl who hadn't met Lu Kang in real life for two years, but who met him in her dreams every day,

Although his appearance was frozen at the age of fourteen due to the removal of the sword from the stone, he already possessed the bearing of a 'king'.

Chapter 218 Proposal, Fairy Knight, Third Feint, Merlin: ?

Two years of travel had already made the girl, who went by the alias 'Arthur,' famous and known to all. Her return was eagerly anticipated by everyone. After going back in time, Vortigern's power was still lurking in the north. Apart from a very few people who still retained their previous memories, most people still perceived Vortigern as that despicable king who was not easy to defeat.

No one but you and Morgan can defeat it.

Even if you team up with Morgan, it's difficult to guarantee a direct kill—this is the 'perception' of most people.

Only the son of the red dragon, as prophesied by the sage Merlin, possesses the power to completely slay Vortigern and expel the Onssa people, a Germanic barbarian tribe, from Britain.

Only King Arthur – Artoria Pendragon – could do this.

[The former is naturally wrong. The growth marks from those two years have remained on you and Morgan and have never disappeared. Combined with four years of mental magical development, both you and Morgan would have been able to kill Vortigern single-handedly in a short time. This is not just a matter of strength, but also because you, as magicians, have 'deciphered' Vortigern's existence.]

The battles of the greatest magicians are only fought once; a single victory is all it takes for them to secure their place forever.

[But even with her full armor, Artoria could not easily defeat Vortigern, though it was certainly achievable.]

This is what is meant by destiny.

Thus, Artoria's return on this day naturally attracted the attention of the entire nation.

And so it came to this.

The wise Merlin, who returned with them, also announced the return of the 'King' to the Kingdom of Camelot.

That night.

In the holy city of Camelot, where the whole nation was celebrating, Lucan stood atop the palace, beneath the dim starry sky, gazing at the city lights.

As the evening breeze gently blew, the figure beside me came into view.

The moonlight outlined the curves of her full, almost heavy breasts, her waist cinched as if by a knife, and her hips rising in a breathtaking arc where the fabric was taut.

Morgan took a half step forward, her long silver hair cascading down like a waterfall beneath the princess's thorny crown, her black stockings rubbing together with a soft rustling sound, and the rise and fall of her legs seemed to make even the shadows thicker.

"It's truly a farce before fate fools us."

She stood side by side with Lu Kang in the evening breeze, gave a soft hum, and spoke with her usual unreserved arrogance:

"The great King Arthur... ha..."

“However, this coronation ceremony wasn’t as grand as yours—well, at least there were no fairy ‘wine’.” Lu Kang said with a hint of regret.

But is that the point?

Morgan remained silent, knowing that her coronation 'back then' had been held after the killing of Vortigern.

Artoria is now the center of attention.

However, they have not yet truly demonstrated their strength!

"You really went all out," Morgan changed the subject. "You even gave the scabbard of the Holy Sword to that little girl... What, are you afraid her death will be too quick and not dramatic enough?"

"What's the point of not giving them away? Keep them for the New Year?" Lu Kang chuckled. "We can't use those things—"

Whether it's the Holy Sword, the Holy Lance, the Sword of Hercules, or the scabbard of the Holy Sword—as weapons created by the gods, they all 'choose their masters'.

This is the choice of the 'mushroom', the source of the great cosmic will!

"What, are you feeling sorry for her? Or... are you actually worried about her?"

Finally, Lu Kang smiled and glanced at the silver-haired girl beside him.

"Worry?"

Morgan scoffed. "I just find it laughable that Merlin and King Uther abandoned her in that rural place, letting her grow up in that environment, only to foolishly elevate her to a pedestal, and then make her bear the fate of Britain's inevitable destruction—"

She paused, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "...just like I was back then."

Morgan and Artoria are indeed like two extremes of a Libra.

Lu Kang turned his head to the side: "But you are much better than her. At least you are not foolish enough to believe in any 'fate'."

Morgan snorted but did not refute.

Her gaze fell on the brightly lit coronation ceremony in the distance, her voice clear yet low: "She will understand sooner or later... that the so-called glory of 'king' is nothing but another kind of curse."

“She understands perfectly.”

Lu Kang suddenly leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear: "When the time comes, as her older sister, will you shatter her illusions with your own hands... or will you lend her a hand?"

Morgan was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him closer: "It depends on which side you're on."

Her tone was dangerous and ambiguous, then she suddenly smiled and said, "But you've already made your choice, haven't you?"

Lu Kang chuckled softly, letting her pull him along as their eyes met.

Their breaths blended together.

The skin conveyed an astonishing body temperature through the clothes.

The silver-haired woman gave a soft hum, and her face became rosy in the moonlight.

She released his hand, turned, and walked into the shadows, but in the instant she took a step, she subtly hooked her fingertip around his little finger—

Lu Kang watched her retreating figure, his smile deepening: "Morgan."

"..."

She didn't turn around, but her steps paused slightly.