Sure enough? I'm going back to the old days!

With her hands on the excalibur at her waist, Artoria thought silently as she looked at the familiar environment of her childhood.

"But what era is it?"

Artoria thought and walked into the town in front of her, intending to ask a passer-by about the current situation in Britain.

After spotting a vendor with a stall on the side of the road, Artoria stepped forward: "Hello uncle, I am a wandering knight, and I have come here because of the great name of Sir Ector, can I ask you where Sir Ector's residence is going?" ”

Her stepfather, Ektor, was a famous knight of the same era as her own father, King Uther, and if the Holy Grail was not wrong, she would have been able to get the news from passers-by.

"Oh! Is it a knight? If you're looking for Lord Actor, you should be able to see the house just a walk from the north side of town. ”

The passer-by answered Artoria's question positively, and he did not show any displeasure, because in this era, a knight means strong force and a solid family, and such a person is an existence that ordinary people like him cannot provoke.

"It's such an uncle, I still have a question I want to ask you, because I have been honing my martial arts in the mountains and forests before, so I haven't been exposed to information from the outside world for a long time."

Artoria stared at each other with the eyes hidden under the hood, and after a slight change of stance, the armor on her body made a crisp sound of gold and iron rubbing.

"Oh! I see, if you have any questions, please ask, and I'll tell you anything I know. ”

Looking at the well-made armored peddler, he didn't dare to slack off, even if the knight in front of him was so short that he could barely reach his chest.

If one accidentally upsets the other party, no one will care about him even if he is killed, although the knight lords always promote the creed of knights, but he is not guilty of using his precious nickname to gamble on the character of a stranger.

"Well, uncle, can you tell me how many years have passed since King Votigon defeated the great King Uther?"

Artoria also vaguely remembered that Merlin had told her that she was born two years before her father, King Uther, was defeated, so that she could deduce her own age at this time before she could take the next action.

"King Uther is defeated...... That's a big deal, and I think it's been about three or four years by now. ”

“…………”

"What's the matter, Lord Knight, is there anything else wrong?"

Seeing the knight peddler who suddenly didn't say a word in front of him, he panicked suddenly.

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted, I'm just a little surprised that I've been in the mountains for so long."

Artoria had already realized that something was wrong, and it had only been less than three or four years since King Yusher's defeat, so wasn't she only five or six years old at this age?

And she clearly remembered that she had drawn the sword of the king at the age of fifteen, which meant that it was a full decade early in terms of her simple desire to "return to the chosen day".

Is it 10 years?

An idea pops up like a weed that has revived after spring, and it can no longer be suppressed.

"Sure enough, I'm still unwilling......"

After having more opportunities and better choices, the result of simply changing the king is no longer enough to satisfy Artoria's restless heart.

Perhaps Mr. Qi Wuce is right, and I may really be able to change the end of Britain's demise.

Just thinking like this, the heart that had been desperate for a long time began to beat violently again. From the day she drew her sword to know the inevitable end of Britain, she had never had a moment so hopeful for the future as she was today.

Bidding farewell to the peddler, Artoria walked with anticipation toward her father, Sir Ector, at the castle.

"Merlin, Artoria is in the blood of His Majesty Uther, am I really worthy of raising her as an adult?"

The middle-aged man looked at the white-robed magician in front of him and asked, not a day since he adopted Artoria had not been thinking about such a question.

He was flattered by the mere thought of raising the future King of Britain, but could he teach the future king how to govern? Will he be able to teach the future king how to behave? Did he really deserve King Uther's trust?

One self-question after another appeared in his dreams all night long, making Ektor feel like he was carrying a heavy mountain on his back, after all, according to the magician, Artoria was the future of all Britain.

"Don't worry, Sir Actor, I can guarantee that there is no one better suited to raise Artoria than you, this is the trust that King Uther has placed in you."

Answering Actor's question again, Merlin only felt a pang of distress, and had clearly said it more than once, even he would be impatient if he was kept being questioned like this.

"Believe me, believe in Uther, and believe in yourself, just teach her as you teach your own son, and I vouch for my reputation that she will be the king of all men."

"Whew...... I understand. ”

As if he had figured it out, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's it, have faith in yourself."

Merlin gently patted Ektor on the shoulder.

"Take me to see her first, after all, it's the first time I've done that kind of thing, and it's not good if something happens."

"Accidents? What an accident. ”

"No, it's just that you heard it wrong."

Merlin followed Ektor into the courtyard outside, where he caught his eye on Artoria playing with Kai.

"Well, two or three-year-old children are really cute."

Looking at Artoria, who was fighting with Kai with a wooden sword, Merlin smiled even more.

"With all due respect, Mage Merlin, a child who can fight Kai with a solid wooden sword doesn't look like he is two or three years old."

Ektor said with a smirk on the side, even his family's Kai could barely pick up a wooden sword when he was five years old.

"Haha, after all, it's a creature that has inherited the blood of a dragon, and it's good to wield a sword, so if one day Artoria spews flames out of her mouth, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Spitfire? What's that? ”

Ector's eyes widened as he looked at Merlin in disbelief.

"Aha, it's just that I'm not sure about it for the first time I've done that kind of thing, so please don't worry about it."

After a sloppy look, Merlin was about to cover up the matter.