"Bump!"

It was the sound of a beautiful clay pot being violently thrown to the ground.

"Whoa!" "Whoa!"

Countless fragments of clay pots embroidered with golden swans scratch the smooth obsidian floor.

"Damn Hufflepuff, Rhineland's dirt rat! There are at least two of them, no! Three silver powerhouses! ”

The horse-faced Earl Mike, with a snow-white foundation on his face, held a secret letter and sat angrily in the study of the Earl's Court in the eastern part of the King of Wales. Behind him, two good-looking maids timidly looked down at their toes.

The terrible Hufflepuff knighthood that he had recently attended left an indelible shadow over the third son of the Welsh King Defield Latis, who grew up largely in peacetime after the end of the Scourge War.

During this time, he woke up in his dreams countless times, and every time he opened his eyes, it seemed that he could see the nightmarish explosion of flesh in front of him again.

Therefore, Earl Mike, who is always ready to take revenge, sends his own personal and capable men to keep an eye on the Hufflepuff Lord's every move.

Although he has a Hufflepuff Lord, who is a silver powerhouse, it is far from being a son who is not treated by the king of Wales, and the little court earl can peep on.

But who knows that there will not be an opportunity to take advantage of the fire and rob and retaliate in the future? Don't forget, isn't that old baron of Hufflepuff just having an accident in an unexpected place!

"What the hell are they trying to do?"

Count Mike anxiously put his hands behind his back, clutched the secret letter tightly, and walked back and forth in the study.

If it weren't for the capable people he sent out. He grew up with him and signed a magical contract. The words of a close follower that can be absolutely trusted. He must have thought that this secret letter was simply a joke on his brain!

The glorious trial of the superior knight! 500 Knights of the Official Rank! Plus the silver spellcaster who bestowed his nightmares!

Nima. Let's not talk about how so many terrifying existences appeared, can the cultivation resources needed by so many strong people alone be supplied by a hereditary barony?

Not to mention, the honorable surname that has disappeared for nearly 20 years also appeared in the secret letter - Pendragon!

"No way!"

"I need to tell my father as soon as possible!"

Although Count Mike's usual life is quite arrogant and pompous, the aristocratic education that has been passed down for thousands of years in the magical world is obviously not useless.

Once the rumored descendant of the surname officially appeared, then the Welsh throne he longed for was crumbling!

"Bump!" slammed the door shut, and he didn't even have time to tidy up the already messy palace aristocratic dress on his body. So he walked towards the palace of the king of Wales in the very center of the royal city・・・・・・

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"Don't you need to hide your identity?"

"With our strength, do we need to hide it?"

It's been three days since that amazing battle of the Great Knight of Glory.

Colorful magic crystal lamps illuminated the large round table of redwood wood below the castle council hall.

Helga, dressed in the most fashionable costume of the Holy British Empire and London Fashion Week, responded by leaning back in a chair elegantly, sitting opposite her in a solemn knight's armor and a purple-haired knight girl. Lancelot's question.

That's right, it was Helga who was supposed to be left in the Holy British Wizarding Realm to guard the council hall in a grand manner.

"Also, don't say 'you guys'!"

"It's supposed to be us!"

Helga glared triumphantly at Artoria, who sat at the center of the large redwood round table.

Edward's classmate standing there. reluctantly replied to her with a wry smile. After all, the so-called left-behind personnel only need to make a decision when the people below need to make a decision.

The portal in the Black Forest near Patch City. After Edward came to the magical world, it was never closed.

Because once the portal is closed. As a result, there will be no couplet between the Marvel world and the wizarding world, and the flow of time will be separated like two parallel lines that do not intersect. With the 2000:1 timeline flow rate of the two worlds, a day in the magical world is roughly equivalent to 6 years in the Marvel world!

After Edward's intervention, the ever-changing and rapidly developing wizarding world, Edward doesn't want to lose due control because of time, after all, the real big bosses behind the scenes of the Marvel world have not yet appeared!

As long as you honestly stay not far from both sides of the Holy White Gate that crosses the world, as for the Holy White Gate in the Marvel world, or on the side of the Black Forest in the magical world, this can be arbitrary!

But, after all, you can't go far, can you?

Edward, who seemed to be in distress, smiled proudly in his heart, my dear sister, do you think I am defenseless against this situation?

"That's it! Sister Helga! ”

He calmly looked at Lancelot, who was sitting in the middle of the left side of the large round table.

"Now that you have passed the honor trial, you have signed a follower contract!"

"So!"

He paused deliberately, and in his lilac pupils, the vast spiritual power was as turbulent as the sea.

"Knights of the Round Table of the Royal Camera, welcome to you, Grand Knight Lancelot!"

Looking at the fiancé of his sovereign, Lancelot, who had already had a certain understanding of the strength of the Hufflepuff family in the past two days, nodded very solemnly.

With his own strength, this so-called barony already has 5 silver knights and 5 silver spellcasters, and with such strength, it is no problem to drag it to the Holy Obaro Continent and destroy more than a dozen small principalities and kingdoms.

Not to mention, I can't see the real strength at all, this man standing in front of me, damn it! He won't be a legend・・・・・・

"After this period of adaptation, it's time for us to plan for the next step!"

Edward was not interested in understanding what Lancelot was thinking now, so Alice, who was sitting on his shoulder, glanced at the stunning young knight in front of him with great interest, blinking her eyes wide, not knowing what little idea she was making.

"But now there is still more than half a year before the martial arts ceremony of the Golden Sacred Stone・・・・・・

Helga looked at Edward in surprise. At the end of the last Demon Plague War, the scarred Lord of the British Camelot Dynasty, the last words left by Uther the Great, pulled out the King of Camelot, and the person who inserted the sword on the body of the holy stone "Stone of Governance" was the last words of the King of the British Camelot Empire, almost at the end of every year, countless nobles and knights of the British Isles went to the co-royal city of Camelot, wanting to pull out the holy sword that represented power and throne.

Year after year passed, though no nobleman or knight had ever drawn the sword from the Stone of Healing and become the master of British Camelot.

But in that experience of drawing the sword, countless nobles and knights became friends and lifelong companions, and it became the most precious experience of their lives.

And the last words of drawing the sword and becoming king gradually spread from the nobility to the people, and now, even the commoners of Wales, who have established themselves as kings and are most active in eliminating the residual influence of the Camelot dynasty in the British Isles, know this story.

So, in view of the great influence among the commoners and the place of social experience in the circle of nobles, a few high-ranking nobles in the British Isles took the lead to fix this sword-drawing ceremony, and at the end of each year, in the city of Camelot, all the knights and nobles gathered together on the pretext of drawing the sword, and the men drew their swords in a contest, and the women were married at banquets.

"I don't want to wait that long!"

"In the name of Artoria Pendragon, daughter of Uther, daughter of the Camelot dynasty, and high knight."

The blonde girl interrupted Helga in a rare way, and she stood up violently, the dull hair on her head swaying excitedly from side to side.

"Invite all the nobles to my coronation!"

For a time, domineering side leakage!

・・・・・・ (To be continued.) )