I, the Sword in the Stone, want to possess the Knight King.

The unlucky transmigrator, Shaya, had been forged into the Holy Sword by the unscrupulous fairies and became the sword spirit of the King-Choosing Sword.

One day…

"Ah, Artolia, I am a magic sword.”

"Mm, alright, Lord Holy Sword. How can I gain the trust of the British?”

"Of course…"

Another day-

"Ah, Artolia, I want to take your body and infect your soul.”

"Yes, Lord Holy Sword. How should I deal with the captured Saxons?”

"Isn’t that easy? You just have to…"

Later on-

"Argh, Artolia, I’m going to bewitch your descendant and make her raise the Blade of Rebellion against you…Wait, you unlucky brat, don’t let me do this!!!”