The sun set and night fell.
The knights who had hesitated before finally put down their worries for the time being and gathered in the courtyard where the King Selection Ceremony was held.
Without a doubt, they saw Artoria, the King-Choosing Sword in her hand, and the dazzling light that was released from the sword.
There was no doubt that this incomparably noble golden light was proof of the identity of a king.
Unfortunately, after witnessing the light, the knights didn't show any sign of submission to the king.
In fact, it was the exact opposite.
The knights who had been fighting for the throne just a moment ago had now turned their weapons in unison and aimed at this little girl who had appeared out of nowhere.
This was a matter of course.
One had to know that these knights who were wearing armor and holding spears were all outstanding warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles and were honored.
They had their own territory, their own subjects, and their own grand ambitions.
Among them, there was no lack of true leaders of the kingdom.
In order to fight against the King of the Inferior, the foreign Saxons, they could choose to join forces and form an alliance army.
However, it didn't mean that they were willing to give up their power and acknowledge Altoria, who wasn't even a knight, as their king for an illusory prophecy.
Humans die for wealth, birds die for food.
When practical benefits were involved, the so-called righteousness was just a high-sounding cover.
"So, in the end, it still depends on the weapon in hand to decide the ownership of the throne?”
"The so-called humans are really…ugly.”
The Flower Magician had expected this to happen, but he smiled from the bottom of his heart as he looked at the tense scene in front of him.
Ugliness and beauty were opposites.
The uglier these people were, the more they could bring out the nobility of the Flower of Knights.
And now, as the first test on the road to becoming a king.
Merlin was sincerely looking forward to what kind of answer Artoria would give.
……
The residents of the town stared at Altoria.
The knights with weapons stared at Artolia.
The flower magician, who wanted to see the beautiful scene, was looking forward to Artoria.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Altoria.
This was a king.
Whether it was being loved, feared, or hated by others, they would always receive constant attention.
Moreover, to be honest.
In the beginning, Altolia was actually a little nervous.
After all, she was still a young girl.
Even though she had prepared for this day for 15 years. However, when she really raised the Sword of Choosing the King and became the King of Britain, she could not help but feel panic.
There was still a difference between simulation and reality.
In the simulated dream, she could fail countless times, and the legendary Great Magician would help her summarize her experience.
However, the cruel reality would never give her the chance to do it again.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Merlin could not give her any more suggestions.
Right now, she could only rely on herself.
Oh, right, there was also the demonic sword in his hand.
"Kill them, kill them!"
"You actually dare to look at the king with such a gaze. How disrespectful!”
Sensing the hostility from the knights, Shaya, who was unwilling to be outdone, also responded with loud shouts.
At the same time, a dazzling light shone from the blade of the King Choosing Sword.
It was different from the golden light that was noble yet contained a trace of peace. The light now suddenly became hot and piercing, making it impossible to look straight at it.
Shrouded by this light, Altoria was like a real god, giving people infinite pressure.
Under the pressure of this divine might, some of the knights with weak wills were already trembling and almost wanted to escape.
At the same time, Shaya's scream brought Altoria back to her senses.
"Alright, Sir Shaya."
She comforted Shaya, and a faint smile appeared on her clean face.
"They're just some lambs who have gone astray. You don't have to be so concerned.”
Artoria said calmly.
It was as if he didn't care about these knights who were at daggers drawn.
However, thinking about it carefully, this might be a matter of course.
Altoria was the king after all.
Even though she had just ascended the throne, she did not have her own subjects or her own army.
However, the 'king' aura hidden in her body was now revealed without a doubt.
" Perhaps not today, but sooner or later, they will understand and become my subjects.”
Artoria said with certainty.
She was the Queen of Britain. If she had no other choice, she would not point her weapon at her own people.
From the beginning to the end, the only enemy in her eyes was the White Dragon King, Futigeng, and the foreign tribes that Futigeng had brought over.
After figuring this out, Artolia naturally lost interest in these knights who were holding weapons.
In contrast, Artolia was more interested in the so-called magic sword in her hand.
After all, in her memory, those so-called magic swords often contained some very evil power that could affect the user's mood unknowingly.
However, she didn't sense any 'evil' or 'violence' from the sword.
In fact, it was the exact opposite.
The power reflected from the sword was so compatible with her soul that it was as if the sword was a part of her body from the very beginning.
If it wasn't for the fact that there were too many people here, he really couldn't bring himself to do so. By now, Altolia was probably screaming to vent her excitement and joy.
However, in her excitement, she was also a little confused.
Such a sword that suited him so well…why was it called a demonic sword?
"Sir Shaya?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you tell me what your specific ability is?”
Artoria asked curiously.
She was really curious about what kind of ability this evil demon sword had.
Could it destroy the world with a gentle wave of its hand?
Or could it be a curse that could bring misfortune to the user?
However, to her surprise…
Shaya, who could speak frankly about her identity as a demonic sword, chose to remain silent when she was asked this question.
“……”
"Sir Shaya?"
"Well…can I not say it?"
“？？？”
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