Helga brushed the hair between his forehead and carefully looked at the "Sword in the Stone" in front of him.

The former's strong mental power makes her unforgettable to a certain extent.

"Do you doubt that this world has any connection to the world we live in?"

She dropped the book and asked.

Artoria nodded hesitantly.

"You think too much, Artoria, at least, there is no Christ in our world!"

Helgar's fingers pointed to the ubiquitous decoration of the cross in the library.

"Moreover, in addition to the same surname in the book, you are also different from the name mentioned above!"

"It's just a few similarities."

She straightened her towering chest and pulled out a tablet from the bag she was carrying.

"In addition, our world is not a planet-like, cosmic model."

From the Internet, she turned up pictures of the nine planets in the solar system.

Oooh!

Seeing these pictures, Artoria pursed her lips, and the dull hair on her head shook unconsciously.

She knew that the world she came from did not have a cosmic starry sky, but a model with countless sub-planes encompassing the main plane as the core.

Whether it is the primary plane or the secondary plane, it is all square and round.

Her father, King Uther, a knight of the Golden Dignity Order, even took her to the borders of the main plane when she was a child, allowing her to see the vast, obscuring barrier of the world.

"I say, Artoria, these are the books you should be reading."

Helga's finger slid over the tablet's screen, and soon entered the library's electronic intranet.

"Modern European Monarchy", "Rights and Duties". "The Aristocratic Paragon" ・・・・・・, you should look at these things. ”

Helga introduced our Dumb Knight.

It seems that our Miss Helga will be able to integrate into this world more quickly than the hairy princess.

At this moment, a crisp female voice sounded behind Helga.

"Hey! Hello, can I sit here? ”

Without waiting for Artoria and Helga to agree, the sexy woman in a plaid cheongsam with long wavy hair sat directly next to Artoria.

Anne Louise had been paying attention to these two beautiful young girls for a long time, especially the one with a tuft of dull hair on her head.

As the fourth heir to the Windsor royal family in the British Empire, the second daughter of Prince William, and the most famous rebellious princess in modern British history, she has seen countless nobles since she was a child.

However, a girl like Artoria, who shows a classical and elegant aristocratic temperament in her every move, is rarely unknown to herself.

This aroused Anne's curiosity.

"Hello, I'm Anne Louis." She smiled with the confidence of being a member of the royal family.

To her disappointment, however, the two teenage girls in front of her really didn't seem to recognize themselves, a rebellious princess who had been making headlines in the British gossip news for the past two years.

"Helga Hufflepuff!"

Helga simply looked up, glanced at Anne, and replied casually.

"Hello, I'm Artoria Pendragon."

Artoria, who was on the side, said with a serious face, and naturally stretched out her right hand.

"Oh?!"

As a princess known to almost every Englishman, she had not used the "handshake" as a common etiquette for ordinary people to meet for too long.

Seeing the silly girl in front of her preparing to shake hands with her, Anne was a little hurried for a while.

As a royal princess who has been rebellious since childhood, but she used her strength to be admitted to Oxford University in the incredible eyes of the British people, her good communication skills are one of her most outstanding advantages.

After the initial sense of rustiness, Anne, who was cheerful and confident with some aristocratic style that Artoria was familiar with, quickly became acquainted with the two girls.

From astronomy and geography, politics and economy, to delicious and shameful, clothing and leather bags, they almost talked about everything.

Anne loved it.

As the princess of the strongest monarchy in the world, she has not experienced this feeling of talking to people on an equal footing for a long time.

The royal family, including the few other remaining monarchies in Europe, always maintained a reverence that disgusted her when they saw her.

Time flies, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines through the stained glass printed with the Virgin Mary, and the desk in front of the three girls is colorful.

They walked hand in hand on the tree-lined path leading to the gate of the academy.

"Artoria, Helga, I know a good Irish grilled steak, how about going along?"

Anne was warmly invited.

"Huh? This...

The fur on Artoria's head swayed from side to side, and with her big expectant eyes, she turned her head to look at Helga.

Helga looked down and thought for a moment.

"Don't forget, you told Uncle Black good things!"

Hearing Helga's words, Artoria's dull hair instantly rested on her head in disappointment.

Helga turned his head and looked apologetically at Anne.

"Let's go next time, next time, we'll have a treat!"

Just in front of the school gate engraved with various classical patterns, a Rolls-Royce Phantom sedan slowly stopped, and in the upper left corner of the door, a family coat of arms with a mysterious six-pointed star interspersed with a knight's sword style was printed.

Blake, a middle-aged man in a dark black classical tuxedo, stepped out of the cab.

took off the white glove of his right hand, respectfully opened the door of the back seat, turned around, and beckoned in the direction of the three girls.

Artoria beckoned happily and responded to Blake.

"Anne, I'll treat you next time! I've already made an appointment with someone to learn swordsmanship this time. ”

"Swordsmanship?" Looking at the somewhat petite hairy girl in front of her, Anne was a little surprised.

"In modern society, you still want to learn swordsmanship?"

Helga explained.

"As the Duke of Pendragon of this generation, the family has a family tradition of swordsmanship, but it is a compulsory course for her!"

"Well, we'll see you next time, Annie!"

With that, the two women stepped forward and got into the car.

Duke of Pendragon?

Hey, wait!

At this time, Anne reacted, but it was already a step too late, and the Rolls-Royce had already turned the corner of the street in front of her.

In fact, when she heard the name Duke of Pendragon, Anne was directly shocked.

It's not that she was shocked that her friend suddenly became an archduke, after all, as a princess, she didn't see one or two dukes since she was a child.

She was shocked that Artoria was really a duke, and she didn't seem to know her princess. You must know that after the media exposure in the past two years, not to mention the UK, even if it is placed in the whole of Europe, there are not many people who don't know her.

And, if she remembers correctly, in her childhood memories she had never seen a duke with the surname Pendragon.

Princess Anne, who was full of doubts, rarely did not carry out her colorful nightlife today.

Instead, he returned to Windsor Castle in Berkshire, England.

In the dining room of the castle, Queen Elizabeth III, who is almost 70 years old, wearing a pair of dignified gold-rimmed glasses, looked at this granddaughter with some surprise who has not seen her several times throughout the year.

Anne was struggling to hold a huge cowhide atlas, the British Empire Nobility Heraldic Collection.

Prince Charles, who sits next to the Queen, is the husband of Elizabeth III. Seeing this scene in front of him, he was a little puzzled, and he put down the Times in his hand.

"Annie, Annie!"

He exclaimed softly.

Anne didn't raise her head, and responded directly.

"Grandpa, what did you tell me to do?"

Crown Prince William, who had just walked into the dining room, saw this scene and scolded.

"How did you talk to grandpa!"

"Stand up!"

Anne pouted, looking unhappy, but the majesty left by her strict father as a child was still there, and she reluctantly stood up.

"Forget it, William, there are no outsiders here."

Under Charles's gray hair, there was a kind face.

"Sit down, kid."

"What are you looking at, how did you get that old antique book out?"

When Anne heard her grandfather's words, she proudly snorted her delicate little nose at Crown Prince William, who was already sitting opposite at this time, and sat down again.

"I'm looking for the coat of arms of a noble family."

"Oh?" Charles was a little curious.

"Which family are you looking for? Just ask me and your grandma. Even if I don't know, your grandmother does! ”

"Right! Elizabeth. ”

Queen Elizabeth smiled softly at Charles before speaking softly to Anne.

"Tell me what you're looking for, Annie?"

"It's a knight's sword-style coat of arms placed in a six-pointed star."

Anne tilted her head in reminiscence.

"By the way, she is a duke, and the family name should be Pendragon!"

"Duke? There are more than 30 dukes in the kingdom, in my impression, there should not be one called Pendragon, right? ”

Crown Prince William on the side frowned.

"What?" Unlike Crown Prince William, Queen Elizabeth was extremely shocked, and the queen's indifferent demeanor on weekdays was gone.

"Pendragon! The knight's sword in the hexagram! ”

She jerked to her feet, startling the entire dining room.

"Could it be, could it be ・・・・・・ them?"

The queen looked ahead and muttered in a low voice, standing there motionless・・・・・・