Wales, within the Holy British Kingdom.
When Artolia, who was immersed in her own world, finally came back to her senses, she realized something. The spoils of war and rewards from this battle weren't the only things that returned to the village with her.
A very familiar-looking fellow was jumping up and down in the village. He was holding a quill and papyrus in his hand, as if he was recording something.
Clerk.
This was the specific explanation given by Shaya.
"Well, although this guy is indeed a little noob, he is still very rigorous when he does things.”
"Therefore, I feel that making him an official who records major events should be a good decision.”
Shaya said in a relaxed manner, as if this matter was not worth mentioning at all.
In reality, only Shaya knew how important this seemingly ordinary position was.
History was proof that a country once existed.
And historical records were the best evidence.
If one day, the Holy Britain Kingdom established by Altolia really collapsed overnight as fate had described.
However, as long as history books existed, the spirit of this country would continue to be passed down.
Even if it was after a thousand years or two thousand years. Those who lived in the future could also feel the prosperity and glory of this country through the words recorded on the paper.
"Oh, then let him continue.”
Shaya guessed correctly.
Artolia did not understand the importance of historical records.
But at the same time, she could completely trust Shaya's judgment.
After half a year of growth, she was now convinced that the sword spirit sealed in the King-Choosing Sword was not the evil existence in the legends.
He was a wise man, but under certain circumstances, his brain was not very good.
Perhaps, these so-called sages had some hobbies that ordinary people could not understand?
He thought of Merlin, who could have prevented the tragedy but did nothing but be a passerby.
Then, he looked at Shaya, who was actually a good person but always appeared in front of him as an evil person.
Artolia scratched her hair helplessly.
To be honest, Altolia was quite troubled by the fact that there were almost no normal people around her.
Compared to that dishonest knight, he was much more powerful. The princess who habitually said one thing and meant another…the king who did not understand people's hearts the most had become the most normal person.
"Is there anything wrong with him?”
Artoria said worriedly.
She was afraid that Shaya had recruited another weirdo for her.
However, it was still alright.
"Other than dreaming of becoming a hero, he has no other problems.”
Boss 'situation was reassuring.
Other than his ability being a little lacking, his character was perfect, enough to be a role model for all the knights in the world.
To put it bluntly, he was the " peak " that ordinary people could reach.
At the same time, because of the addition of the proper knight, Bose, the two of them were very close. Even Kel, who was usually not a serious knight, began to pay attention to his usual words.
He didn't want to be recorded in the history books of the British Kingdom by Bowes and be " read " by future generations because of a moment of confusion.
In that case, he would be in big trouble!
……
For Artolia, Bors 'participation was a good thing.
Because this was not just a display of her personal charm.
It also meant that this new kingdom had a true partner that they could work with.
Don't forget, in addition to being a knight, Bors was also a prince of a country.
Even though he had joined Artolia's army in his own name, his status as a prince was not taken away by his father.
As his only son, he would have to return to his kingdom sooner or later to inherit the throne.
In this case, Altoria had a natural ally.
Morgan, who had received the news, had already formed a caravan to try to transport some of the tribe's raw materials to Bose's country in exchange for other necessities.
Here, Artolia had to thank her sister for her hard work.
She knew very well that if it wasn't for her sister who showed up in public every day to help her solve all kinds of problems, she would have been dead. This newly established kingdom had probably already become a mess.
But at the same time, no matter how strong Morgan was, she couldn't help Altoria with everything.
There were some important matters concerning the foundation of the kingdom that had to be decided by Altoria.
For example, those captive Saxons.
"You have to make a decision whether to kill or to keep.”
"We can't afford to feed so many freeloaders.”
Shaya reminded him.
He could tell that Altolia was conflicted about the captive Saxons.
But there was nothing he could do. This world was just so helpless.
Between the present and the future, she had to make her own choice.
What Shaya did not expect was…
In fact, four days ago, when she saw how miserable the situation was for the Saxons who were escorted to Capeln, she had already made a decision.
The butcher's knife that was filled with hatred was a closed cycle.
How did the Celts kill them today? Tomorrow, they would exact revenge ten times, or even a hundred times over.
Thus, the demise of the Celts was a very normal thing.
The endless revenge could only end with the complete destruction of one side.
Compared to the large number of Saxons, the Celts were too few.
They did not even have the ability to defend this island.
The general trend was an unsolvable situation.
But now, Shaya's words gave Altolia another way to solve the problem.
"In the future, nationality is more important than nationality.”
Artolia still didn't quite understand what he meant.
However, she was smart enough to think of something.
"These bandits from the continent are also believers of the Lord.”
"They are also the Lord's lambs."
"If that's the case, then their lives... will be decided by the Lord!”
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