Mr. Gong is not only good at cooking

Artoria slammed the Rungomiyard in her hand into the ground and continued, "An army is raised for a thousand days, but used for only one! The time has come for Britain and its people to test you!"

You are not doing this for me! You are doing this for Britain! For the people of Britain! For your families! For the millions of families behind you!

Is the White Dragon scary?

He is terrifying! His breath can burn everything, and when he spreads his wings, he can blot out the sky!

I know you are scared, but the best way to deal with fear is to eliminate it!

I will lead the charge! You just need to follow behind me, face the fear with me, and eliminate it! Let's face it with a smile!

Gawain immediately raised his fried chicken sword and shouted, "Wherever our king's sword points, our hearts follow!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, "Wherever our king's sword points, that is where our hearts lie!"

Artoria pressed her hand down and gave a final summary: "Ten or twenty years from now, you will be glad you participated in this great battle to defeat the White Dragon."

Then, when you're by your bedside, and your grandson is sitting on your lap, he'll ask, "Grandpa, what were you doing when you were fighting the white dragon?"

Without awkwardly coughing, he shifted his grandson onto his other knee and stammered, "Ah... Grandpa was hiding in Camelot and didn't dare come out."

On the contrary, my brave and fearless soldiers! You can look him straight in the eye and say with confidence, "My child, I fought alongside Arthur, the son of Uther!"

Now, let's go!!!

Led by Artoria, the Knights of the Round Table and their soldiers fought with great enthusiasm and fearlessness, making their way into the castle.

A man dressed in black armor was waiting for them there.

It stood quietly on the throne, looking down at Artoria and her Knights of the Round Table.

An aged voice uttered, each word carrying immense power, seemingly capable of shaking one's soul.

Many soldiers dared not look Voodoo in the eye, fearing they would lose the courage to stand.

"Arthur, you've finally come."

"Uncle, are you still going to be so stubborn?" Artoria's stern voice came through the lion helmet.

"Stubborn to the end? How laughable! Losing the mysterious Britain is meaningless!!" the lowly king said coldly.

Artoria continued to persuade her, "No, that's not how it is! Even without the mysticism, Britain can still thrive! Sooner or later, those living on this land will be human! We can also live as humans!"

Uncle, don't resist the facts! Don't deny the human spirit! Stop! Sever ties with the Romans!

Why resist? Why deny? Why consider yourself human?

Britain must be destroyed. You must be exterminated.

If this island is destined to be defiled by humans, then I will use my own hands to restore it to its pristine state.

Turn the great Britain into hell.

A dark paradise, forever uninhabitable for humans!

However, the King refused to speak with Artoria any further.

He unleashed dragon breath.

With a single strike, all the soldiers were vaporized.

The Knights of the Round Table were also completely defeated.

Only Artoria, wielding the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance, continues to persevere.

"Artoria! What good has your laughable resistance done you?!"

Your soldiers are utterly vulnerable!

Your knight is a piece of trash!

Even if you hold the holy sword and carry the holy spear, the outcome will not change in the slightest!

Britain is destined to lose its mystery, so I will personally lead Britain to hell!

Artoria's Excalibur gleamed brilliantly. "Demon Lord Vortigern! I will stop you!"

"How can your paltry brilliance possibly stop me, the embodiment of the will of Britain!"

"Of course I can! Lord Lancelot! Lord Gawain!"

At the king's command, the two knights, who had been ignored because they thought he was on the verge of death, suddenly raised their holy swords and plunged them into Vortigern's body from behind.

"!!! When did this happen?! You despicable people!! How can you call yourselves knights?!" the lowly king roared.

Lancelot's face was resolute. "We are doing this for Britain!"

"Everything we've done is just!" Gao Wenqing said, his mouth still smelling strongly of potatoes.

Finally, Artoria seized the opportunity and pierced Vortigern's heart with her holy spear.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Arthur!!!!"

With his last breath, the dying Vortigern unleashed a final blow at King Arthur: "Arthur, take this blow filled with hatred!!"

Artoria saw Vortigern preparing to unleash his dragon breath and quickly retreated in fright, but Vortigern held her arms tightly.

"king!!"

Upon seeing this, the Knights of the Round Table rushed forward, some drawing their swords to sever Vortigern's hands, others swinging their swords to cut off his head.

The main goal was to separate the king and Vortigern.

However, it was too late.

Vortigern's jet-black dragon breath erupted from his mouth, shooting towards Artoria's face.

Artoria looked at the dragon's breath so close at hand and felt despair.

Am I going to perish together with the lowly king?

I haven't had a chance to make the people of Britain live a happy life yet!

At this critical moment, Lancelot suddenly grabbed the lowly king's helmet and forcefully turned his head away from its angle.

Finally, a dragon's breath shot into the sky, and King Voodoo died with resentment.

The top of Artoria's helmet was also affected by the aftershocks of the dragon's breath, and it snapped in two, revealing Artoria's stunningly beautiful face. Her golden, shimmering hair fluttered in the strong wind, and crimson blood slowly flowed from her forehead.

The group of Knights of the Round Table were stunned.

Lancelot's hand was still clutching the lowly king's helmet, forgetting to put it down.

Gao Wen was completely dumbfounded.

Kai was stunned.

Agguiwen rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Gareth and Gajrez opened their mouths.

Galahad covered his forehead.

Bedivere didn't dare to speak.

Palamedes muttered under his breath, "Oh my god."

Tristan's eyes widened.

Mordred's eyes were still full of admiration: He truly is my father!

Then the knights, except for Gawain, Kay, and Agravivan, began to whisper among themselves.

"The queen is a woman!"

"Oh no, such a perfect king!"

"No wonder the king has always tried to conceal himself so thoroughly!"

Artoria closed her eyes tightly, revealing an expression of pain.

Merlin, who was assisting from the side, quickly prepared to cast a spell to resolve this awkward situation with illusion magic.

However, due to excessive excitement, he accidentally bit his tongue, causing him to mispronounce a few syllables of the spell.

All that could be heard was a faint cracking sound coming from Artoria's armor.

The next moment, Artoria's breastplate shattered, and a pair of large, full breasts playfully popped out.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The Knights of the Round Table felt as if their eyes and reason had been blinded by something.

Artoria felt a chill on her chest, quickly opened her eyes and looked down—oh no, this was completely inexplicable.

The knights are so quiet; they must be furious.

Indeed, it's understandable that a group of men would feel angry being led by a woman like me, especially since I had deceived them for so long.

Artoria sighed, forced a laugh, and looked up, about to speak.

Tristan suddenly raised his bow in one hand and his sword in the other, shouting joyfully, "Long live the King!!! Long live Britain!!!"

Realizing what was happening, Lancelot roared excitedly, "I swear to follow my king to the death!!!"

Then, all the Knights of the Round Table except Galahad, Bedivere, Kay, Mordred, and Agrave went wild, howling and screaming.

"I swear to follow my king to the death!! Long live King Arthur!! Long live Britain!!!"

Artoria was somewhat bewildered. She turned back to Merlin blankly and asked, "Lord Merlin, what is this...?"

Merlin laughed and said, "This is what the people's hearts desire, my king. You see, they don't care at all whether you are a woman or not! What they care about is people's hearts! It's about prestige!"

My king, you no longer need to conceal your appearance and figure like this!

Artoria looked at the knight who was caught up in excitement and felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

He could only nod, then raised his holy lance high and proclaimed, "King Vortigern has been slain! Knights, rejoice! We have quelled the civil war! We have won once again!!"

"Ooo ...

Merlin seized the opportunity and suggested, "Artoria, why don't we take advantage of this wonderful opportunity and have a meal together at Manager Emiya's restaurant? This would be a perfect chance to use this new approach to communicate with the knights and deepen our understanding!"

Artoria blinked immediately. "Emiya's potato..."

Just thinking about it made King Arthur's mouth water; it had been a long time since he had eaten Shirou Emiya's cooking!

"Hmm, I think this is a good suggestion. Let's go after we get back to Camelot."

"But Lord Umebayashi, haven't you gone to see Manager Emiya for quite some time now?"

Merlin immediately laughed and said, "Isn't the king more important!"

Artoria laughed too: "Lord Merlin is always like this."

Merlin then noticed a small blade of grass near the ahoge (cowlick) in Artoria's hair, and he pointed out, "Artoria, there's a blade of grass in your hair."

"Hey!"

Artoria immediately reached out to touch it, but because there was still blood on her head, she couldn't find it. Merlin couldn't bear to see this and said, "Let me help you."

"Thank you for your trouble, Lord Meilin."

However, Merlin's action was seen as utterly disrespectful by the Knights of the Round Table.

Damn it, Merlin, you big idiot, what are you doing to our king! Get your pig's trotter off our king's head right now!

"Minister Meilin! How dare you!!!"

Agrave shouted, startling Merlin so much that his hand trembled and he accidentally pinched Artoria's ahoge (cowlick).

Then, without realizing it, I used too much force.

*Snap*

Artoria felt as if something in her heart and brain had broken off.

Merlin was even more extreme; he felt that his entire life, up to this point, had completely come to an end.

"Artoria, let me explain..."

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Second update is here, please begin, 8000 words.

In addition, I may have said some negative things today, which provoked some readers, and I did lose my composure.

But I've adjusted it now.