2 Chapter 2:The Sword Caliburn

Two days later, the king selection ceremony was held as scheduled.

It's an early morning.

In Sir Ector's manor, the blond girl knight was grooming her horse as usual, while talking about everything that happened today, as well as her own confusion and worries.

——Artorias.

No, that is just a name declared to outsiders as a male disguise. At least here, girls can call themselves by their real names without any worries.

——Artoria.

Ah, the time has come.

Sensing a ray of sunlight shining into the stable through the gap, Artoria patted the horse's head and ran out quickly.

"I'm late, Hector, I overslept!" Arturia shouted apologetically, coming to the old man.

The old man, known as the Mirror Knight, looks tough. Even though he is not holding a sword or wearing armor, he gives off a calm and oppressive aura. Even so, there was an unconcealable depression on Hector's brow, as if he was worried about something.

He looked Arturia up and down for a while.

With blond hair and a slender body, she doesn't look like a knight at all. She is only fifteen years old, dressed in men's clothing, looking cool and dignified.

But just yesterday, this child who looked too weak to lift a sword actually defeated him in a head-on duel.

No, if it was a performance duel, according to the rules, Hector still won.

But if it were a battlefield, he would be the loser.

She inherited the hybrid blood of King Uther and the Red Dragon, the patron saint of Britain. With a human body and the functions of a giant dragon, can the so-called man-made ideal king reach this level at this age?

What amazing potential and talent.

Hector doesn't think that his combat power has declined as he grows older.

But this child is too powerful, to the point of being inhuman.

If there is such power, then this country...

"...Your Excellency Artoria."

The next moment, Hector felt ashamed for the bastard thought he had just had, which was not in line with the spirit of chivalry.

Yes, the fate of a country should not rest on a young girl.

The burden is too heavy, too heavy.

But he was known for his calm wisdom, and as a knight of King Uther, he could only suppress his unnecessary emotions.

"Judging from the energy level, it's hard to imagine that he overslept. Today's training is over. Artoria, Kay seems to have forgotten something. It's still too late to catch up now. You can leave it to him in the town. ."

Seeing the lance handed over by Hector, Arturia's face showed surprise: "...Even if it is my brother, as a knight, is it possible that he will forget his lance?"

"After all, mounted combat has been abolished for a long time."

"I understand, just give this to Brother Kay." Artoria quickly put aside her doubts.

As a knight who upholds honor, it is common sense to bring your own equipment with you even when you are at home.

But when it comes to Kay, it seems like anything can happen.

"Well, hand it over to him. In this way, your work is over." Hector replied affirmatively, as if sighing.

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

He was already very tired.

I had never considered before that ten years passed so quickly.

When he opened his eyes again, he stared at the figure walking away with the lance in his arms. There was a strong sense of reluctance and fatigue in Ector's eyes.

"This way, all my work is over."

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"Do you remember all the precautions I mentioned before?" Arthur looked helplessly at the woman beside him.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that as a princess, Morgan's knowledge would be so shallow that it made people want to curse her.

After these two days of getting along, he was completely convinced that this woman, Morgan Le Fay, was really a fool.

What kind of ghost-breaking plan is obviously feasible in general direction, it just needs some careful deployment, and it can be said to be almost seamless. If he were allowed to come, with Morgan's intelligence and abilities, and with 100% certainty, he could successfully draw his sword and seal the kingship, and silence everyone, even the great magician Merlin would have nothing to say.

But, but! This silly woman's plan has not considered anything except creating the opportunity and qualification to draw the sword!

This guy really thinks that as long as he pulls out the sword of choice, he can inherit the throne naturally.

You want to eat shit! Do you really think that old Incubus is a vegetarian?!

Arthur had a headache because of this.

"I have remembered it, but it is necessary... Little Arthur, are you a little too nervous? Although I don't want to admit it, the chosen sword has indeed become the king's proof. This is what Merlin said personally. Yes, you shouldn't regret it, that's too shameless." Morgan pouted in grievance, his words revealing contempt.

Hearing this, Arthur rolled his eyes.

Merlin shouldn't be shameless?!?

You deserved to be bullied by Merlin in the original novel, and the country was ruined. If it weren't for Mordred's strength in the end, she probably wouldn't even be qualified to be called a witch.

But, it is.

Think about it for a moment, ten years ago, King Vortigern was victorious, King Uther was defeated and disappeared, and the whole of Britain was plunged into turmoil and darkness. At that time, Merlin stood up and prophesied.

'Uther chose his successor, and that figure is the king of the era, the incarnation of the red dragon. When the new king appears, the Knights of the Round Table will be gathered, and the White Dragon will be defeated.'

For ten years, Britain, especially Camelot, which has lost its leader, has regarded Merlin's prophecy as its last ray of hope. Only in this way can it avoid despair.

Therefore, the famous Sword in the Stone, the Chosen Sword, has also become a more solid and reliable proof in everyone's hearts than bloodline, talent and even power.

There is no better way to prove the king's identity than to draw the sword of choice.

"Merlin is an Incubus and has no human emotions. Whether he deceives a person, a group of people, or a country, it makes no difference to him. So give up your naive thoughts, that guy is truly unscrupulous. Compared to him, you are a little younger, and your mother is older..."

Arthur said with a headache, but when he said the title, he was sharply interrupted by Morgan.

"Arthur, stop! You should call me Elder Sister. Remember, from today on, you are the son of Uther and my brother."

Okay, silly...ah, okay, Elder Sister, have you eaten?

Of course, complaints are complaints. The only one Arthur can rely on now is Morgan, and he must not offend her.

Moreover, it is much easier for King Uther's son to inherit Camelot than for Morgan's heir to win over people's hearts.

"I got it, Elder Sister. In short, this matter has been settled. Please remember that Merlin is a bastard who has never been offline. Don't take any chances. Just like you correcting the title, any omission will lead to final defeat, and by then, no one will have mercy on us."