Today's school performance,So I rushed to a chapter early today.,It's coming up now.,And then I'm going to make up for the last rehearsal.,Originally, because of my casual encounter, I want to try to do two changes a day in the future.,But obviously it's impossible today.。 I can only start tomorrow, I'm really sorry.

Every time I sit in front of the computer, I always desert, and I go to read novels and anime while I write, and this is really hopeless. And I'm already lazy and terminally ill, so I can only try to catch up. Well, don't be surprised when you see the second watch one day, it must be a return to the light.

With the passage of time, this king-electing ceremony has lasted from the early hours of the morning to the present, and the eastern sky has begun to glow white. But seeing that countless people went up to try and failed, all the onlookers around them began to slowly sink to the bottom of their hearts with their confidence in the appearance of the new king, and they began to wonder if Great Britain had been abandoned by God, so no new king was chosen by the sword in the stone.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed man saw a young man dressed as a knight standing under the altar, and the originally noisy crowd began to quiet down, looking at the young man with the last expectation, expecting a miracle to happen.

"Then please go up to the altar." One of the sword knights standing under the altar spoke, his eyes dead silent, he did not believe that even the other powerful knights had failed, this knight who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and had a handsome girl's face, could succeed.

"Hmm." Artoria replied absentmindedly, and when she followed Charles's words and came to the altar, her eyes were only on the peerless and exquisite sword above the altar.

Slowly, slowly, the girl walked step by step towards the sword of the king on the altar under the pleased gaze of Charles and Merlin in the audience, under the expectant gaze of the commoners outside the courtyard, and under the cursed gaze of Ryan and some nobles.

"Whether it is the aristocrats or the commoners who are onlookers, their mood at the moment is indescribably nervous, and the heart in the chest beats violently again and again with the footsteps of the girl.

"Hum~~~" seems to be the arrival of the destined master, the sword of the king in the sleep, the sword in the stone suddenly began to tremble under the surprised eyes of everyone, it can't wait, eager to get rid of the shackles of the boulder and throw into the hands of the girl, blooming the light that should be bright enough to cover this era.

As if sensing the eager desire of the Sword in the Stone for herself, Artoria's pace involuntarily began to speed up, which made the mood of the surrounding crowd even more high, and also made the hearts of the nobles like Ryan begin to sink slowly, and they all saw the unusual performance of the Sword in the Stone.

Finally, Artoria stood in front of the sword in the stone, her eyes were firmly fixed on this sword of the chosen king of Great Britain, the sword of destiny, looking at this richly decorated sword, Artoria's firm heart suddenly began to waver. She suddenly remembered what Charles had said to her five years ago when she had just become her teacher.

"Princess Artoria, don't you feel lost, you are obviously a princess, but you can only appear in the eyes of the outside world as a man in the future, you will lose the joy of being a girl in life, you can't be coquettish to others, you can no longer wear those beautiful clothes, and the heavy responsibility of the future fate of the kingdom will also be on your shoulders."

"Artoria, do you really want to choose to be the king of Great Britain, although this word represents the highest status of the kingdom and the most glorious title of the kingdom, but it also represents the heaviest responsibility of the kingdom."

Are you ready to sacrifice the relaxed and beautiful time that you should have as a girl, give up your right to be coquettish, and fight for the people of this kingdom and the fate of this kingdom. Maybe I will be excluded by others and hated by others because of this choice, which may be a road of no return.

But Mr. Charles, and I, the daughter of King Uther, have the blood of the royal family of Great Britain in their veins, and we, the Pendragons, are ready to sacrifice everything for this kingdom while we enjoy the supreme glory of this kingdom.

So, I've already decided. Artoria's eyes began to grow firm as she looked ahead in confusion, her hands slowly gripping the sword in the stone.

"You really should think about it before you draw that sword."

Artoria suddenly heard Merlin, who was standing in the audience, speak to her, Merlin's always kind face became heavy at this time, and she suddenly noticed that Merlin was looking at her with pity and sorrow hidden in the depths of her gaze, and there was a trace of struggle. This shook Artoria's already firm heart again, and she began to hesitate, hesitating about her previous decision.

"When you take that sword, you are no longer human, and if you pick up that sword, you will be hated by the people, and you will die a miserable death under the curse of their resentment."

"No"

Artoria listened quietly to Merlin's words, her eyes were calm, because of Merlin's words, she suddenly made up her mind, even if Merlin's words foreshadowed her tragic end, but she was not ready five years ago when her father handed over the future of the kingdom to her.

"Is this really good, giving up everything you have, but what you get is a tragic ending." Merlin sighed.

"Mr. Merlin, I see a lot of people laughing, and their faces are full of happy smiles. I thought, that must be what I want, that must not be wrong. ”

"That kind of miracle needs a price, this world has always only had an equivalent exchange, and the price of a miracle should be your most important thing." Merlin looked up at the eastern sky, hiding the heavy sadness in his eyes, as a prophet, a legendary prophetic mage, he had seen the end full of war and blood, but he could not change it.

After hearing this, Artoria only nodded slightly, and looked down at her hands holding the sword in the stone.

When she becomes a king, she is no longer human, and in the past five years, both Teacher Merlin and Teacher Charles have mentioned this in her ears countless times.

But isn't this kind of consciousness when you put on men's clothes and cover up your youthful breath as a girl?

The existence of the king, as the guardian of the people of the kingdom, must also be the one who kills the most people. While her body was burdened with the expectations and longing of the people of the kingdom for her, she was also entangled in countless resentments and cursed by countless people in her heart.

Artoria's heart trembled as she thought about this, and she had been awakened from her dreams by this result countless times. But the girl told herself in her heart that she was afraid until she stepped on this altar, until today.

Holding the dark blue hilt of the sword, the girl's bright teeth bit her cherry lips, and the sword was gently pulled out of the stone as if it were taken for granted.

The girl raised the sword in her hand that shone brightly, and the sharp blade emitted endless golden light, causing everyone around her to hurriedly cover their eyes to avoid the light.

Suddenly, as if it had been rehearsed, when the girl raised the sword in the stone in her hand, the first morning light shone on the girl's body through layers of dark clouds, and the sword in the girl's hand shrouded the girl's thin body in the light that almost covered everything in the world.

In an instant, all the clouds that covered the sky began to dissolve rapidly, and the eastern sky bloomed with morning light, and the night would eventually disperse, and the light would once again envelop the kingdom.

And this also indicates that this kingdom is about to enter a new dynasty, a new era is about to be born in this world, a star that covers everyone in this era is about to come, and that is the era that countless people in later generations are amazed, chasing, crazy, and obsessed with - the era of King Arthur, the age of the knight king!