His first attempt at becoming one with the sword ended in failure.
However, Altolia still practiced her swordsmanship in the training ground for a while.
At her level of martial arts cultivation, such sword training had long been integrated into her daily life and became an inseparable part of her.
It was only when she was practicing swordsmanship that she could clear her mind and temporarily forget those complicated and disturbing things.
This was probably the only relaxing activity for Altolia.
At the same time, Shaya enjoyed the feeling.
He could clearly feel that Altoria's power was being transmitted to the sword and resonating with his soul.
It was a mysterious state. In this state, Shaya felt that she was gradually becoming one with Altoria's soul.
He could feel the emotions that were hidden in the depths of Artolia's heart and suppressed by her.
Excitement, joy, fear, hesitation, sadness…
Shaya knew that these complicated emotions were something that Altoria, as a 'king', didn't have.
However, he did not hesitate to come into contact with these emotions and tried to collect them again and integrate them into his soul.
However, this was destined to be a difficult and long task.
It took Shaya a long time to catch a glimpse of her emotions.
In front of the turbulent sea of emotions, this strand of hair was so inconspicuous, as if it did not exist at all.
However, Shaya, who had caught this emotion, integrated it into her body as if she had found a treasure and preserved it well.
"Oh, this can be considered even."
Shaya thought to herself.
He was now one with Altoria's will.
In his body, the feelings that belonged to Altoria were constantly being nurtured.
This kind of mutual tolerance of " you have me, I have you " was closer than any bond in the world.
"Perhaps, this is the correct way to open the 'Man and Sword as One' technique?”
Shaya couldn't help but think.
Unfortunately, he had yet to figure out why.
A wail that resounded through the sky suddenly came from afar, interrupting Shaya's train of thought.
" Sister, save me-"
"Save me!
Me!"
This was the exhausted Kel.
Behind him, the old Sir Ector was still strong and vigorous. He held a horsewhip and chased after his son crazily.
As he chased, he muttered,
"Alright, it's fine if you drink my wine secretly.”
"Now, you've even learned to push the responsibility to others.”
"Is Arthur that kind of person? Ah!"
"I will break your legs today!"
……
It had to be said that this was a beautiful misunderstanding.
But thinking about it carefully, it was normal for Ector to have such thoughts.
After all, before she became the king, Altoria was the standard 'other family's child'.
Whether it was farm work, housework, or martial arts cultivation…everything was done flawlessly.
How could a perfect person like her accompany this silly boy?
Therefore, faced with Kel's excuses, Sir Ector chose not to believe him.
Even if it was true that the wine in the cellar had been stolen by Altolia, he would still think that his son had led the perfect king astray.
If that was the case, then he would have to break this bastard's legs.
As a knight who had served the late king Uther, Ector knew how much hope Altoria had.
A moment later.
When Altoria finally explained the cause and effect, she tried to ask the respectable knight what she should do next as a king.
"How would I know?"
Looking at the young king with the golden holy sword in his hand, the old knight laughed at himself and put down the whip in his hand.
"That is something only sages know.”
"As for me, I'm just a stubborn old man.”
He shook his head, turned his back, and walked into the house step by step.
His back seemed a little lonely.
It was at this moment that Artolia suddenly realized something.
This knight, who was as indestructible as a mountain in her impression, had unknowingly become so old.
my heroic heart is still not old.
What a pity that it happened for nothing!
……
With Altolia's help, Kel, who was lucky enough to escape, ran out of the village again.
He was like this. Even though he knew that his father would break his legs, he would never repent.
Altolia followed the old knight back to the room.
She had a vague feeling that this taciturn old knight seemed to have something important to tell her.
What happened next was within her expectations.
"Very good, very good."
The old knight returned to his room and looked at the golden holy sword hanging on Altoria's waist. He nodded with satisfaction.
He knew that Altolia would become the king of Britain.
However, when Altoria appeared in front of him as a 'king', he would still be extremely excited.
"Your father will be very pleased.”
He encouraged Artolia.
This was the first time he mentioned the former king he had served in front of Artolia.
However, when Altolia wanted to ask more about the past, the old knight changed the topic."
"But, Arthur, you must remember.”
"Don't be like your father, fighting a battle that you know you will lose.”
"And don't be like your father and establish some bullshit Knights of the Round Table!”
"None of those idiots have a brain. Let them go to hell with that damn loyalty!”
He suddenly cursed.
His words were so fierce that it didn't sound like something a mature knight should say.
On the contrary, at this moment, Ector was more like a rebellious knight.
However, for some unknown reason. Altolia, on the other hand, had a vague feeling that this might be the true face of Sir Ector.
Now that he thought about it, the reason why Kel had become so unruly…was probably because he had perfectly inherited his father's genes.
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