"Poof!"

A sharp arrow, with the howling sound of the wind, passed through the canopy forest next to the Charles Road, which had been closed for almost 12 years, and carried the body of a small deer with grass-green one-horned deer, which was deeply inserted into the trunk of an ancient tree beside the road, causing a violent shaking of the branches.

A squad of 10 Knights of the Round Table, dressed in a light green ranger costume suitable for forest activities, nimbly weaves through Charles' Forest, where Wales meets the main island of England.

This small group of resolute-eyed knights, while hunting wild game in the forest for their lord, burned with a strong milky white fighting spirit, carefully observing the surroundings.

This knight, who temporarily acted as a scout team, the knight on the far right, suddenly changed his complexion, and suddenly pulled out the short sword at his waist, and with a fierce wind, the milky white fighting spirit slashed with a fierce wind, and slashed through the huge bush branches and leaves in front of him that blocked his gaze.

In an instant, an ancient and dilapidated castle hundreds of meters high came into his eyes like a sleeping dragon・・・・・・

Not far behind them, a large group of men and horses maintained a constant pace, marching on the ancient Charles Trail.

"I really didn't expect it."

"What was once the most prosperous trade route in England has become desolate."

The voice of Rasmussen, the strongest spellcaster under Edward in the realm, the mage of the Silver Ring and the Dark Necromancer, echoed in the front row of the line.

Artoria rode a tall shire horse, her golden fur lying softly on top of her head.

Her turquoise eyes saw the avenue on the ground, which was already covered with vines and weeds, and a warm remembrance flashed in her eyes.

At the very bottom of her memory. That was when the Demon Calamity War was still raging, bloody, and angry. The man who was once the most honorable man in the entire archipelago, with her as a young man. I have come to inspect this road, which is known as the "lifeline of the demonic disaster".

To this day, she could remember the big hand with the rough knight's gloves brushing her head.

"Yes! You really can't underestimate that blood knight. ”

"Closing this road is really a vicious policy!"

Unlike the dull princess who was reminiscing, Edward, who was beside Artoria, put down the book "Supreme Magic Net and Meditation Method" in his hands, and said with a hint of sigh.

"Vicious policies?"

Edward's judgmental words made the dumb hairs on Artoria's head shake in confusion.

This 4,000-kilometer-long and 60-foot-wide obsidian avenue is not narrow even in the modern world of Marvel. And every hundred kilometers, there will be a continuous stream of fortress stations, showing Edward a profound display of the miracles caused by the working people of the magical world and magic during the Demon Plague War, which has amazed him since he stepped on this road.

"I see!"

Obviously, after Edward's suggestion, the dull princess, who has been trained in Marvel's modern society for a long time, quickly understood everything.

She leaned against the reins of her mount and muttered with an annoyed face.

The King of Wales. The Blood Knight Dyfield was not a dear man who dared to overthrow the Pendragon family, who had ruled the English Islands for nearly 2,000 years, and the reason why he forcibly closed the road between Wales and the main island of England after the death of King Uthersian, which could lead him to huge taxes and extraordinary prosperity. The reason is quite simple.

If the nobles and merchants of Wales are among them, there are teleportation circles of the wizarding world stationed in various large cities to communicate with relatives on the main island of England. If you keep your respect for King Euthaus, then the new generation of millions of ordinary people in the land of Wales. Today, more than a decade later, only the King of Wales is known. And I didn't hear about Camelot's father for a long time.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

The small group of Knights of the Round Table, who had temporarily served as scouts, returned on tall shire horses.

"Your Highness!"

The leader of the squad jumped down, stood still in front of Artoria, and gave a standard knightly salute.

"Thirty feet ahead of us in the middle of Charles' Trail, we found a Socratic Magical War Castle from the time of the Old Magic Empire!"

The squad leader's hurried words made everyone stop immediately.

"A Socratic Magical War Castle?!"

"Are you sure?"

Before Princess Dull, Edward and the others could react, a delicate voice full of surprise suddenly appeared from Edward's shoulder.

Alice's projection, made specifically for free movement in the magical world, flapped six pairs of lilac translucent wings emerging from Edward's shoulders.

The cute little thing hurriedly crossed a bright band of light in the space, and came to the resolute-looking clone knight captain and asked, his delicate little face full of curiosity.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure, Mother Goddess!"

Seeing his true creator, the knight captain lowered half of his head and said respectfully. As injected when it was created by Alice

At this time, a few spellcasters in the team, except for Edward and Rasmussen, reacted.

Godric, Rowener, and Salazar, who were following behind Rasmussen, looked at each other and couldn't help but show a hint of excitement.

"What is the 'Socrates' Magical War Castle?"

Our dumb princess didn't know much about the magic side, she turned her head and looked at Edward's watery pupils, revealing puzzlement and doubt.

"According to our eras, the fragments that remain and the history that has been examined from various ruins for nearly a thousand years."

Seeing Artoria's cute appearance with a dull hair shaking on the top of her head, our Edward couldn't help but explain with a smile.

"The 'Socrates' Magical War Castle is the most basic war fortress under the ancient magic empire, the 'Philosophers and Three Sages' spiritual magic system, and it is also the first place for the spiritual arcanists of that era to experience after they just graduated from the army."

"As the most basic and common magic fortress at that time, it is not the first time that we have excavated it in the history of more than 2,000 years in this era. Each time, you can complete some basic knowledge of the use of mental power. ”

"Oh!"

Hearing that it was the caster's remains, the dumb hair on Artoria's head instantly fell listlessly.

As a knight professional who has only officially risen in the Third Age of Magic, Her Royal Highness the blonde princess has little interest in this ruin.

"However, why is there a 'Socrates' Magical War Castle so close to Charles' Trail?"

Alice, who confirmed the news, flew back, sat on Edward's shoulder, and muttered with some confusion.

Yes! At just 300 feet away, the Socrates Magic War Castle certainly wasn't the one that stood there before the closure of the Charles Way.

Edward looked up at the Charles trail that stretched out into the forest in front of him, drowning in weeds and branches, and frowned・・・・・・

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"Sister, do you think we can meet His Highness?"

Under her short brown hair, a girl with a cute round face split a lush bush on the ramp in front of her with a fierce sword that did not match her temperament.

The small round shield engraved with a silver cross flashed with light, and the milky white fighting qi wrapped in it rushed forward, accompanied by a wave of spreading fighting qi, throwing the broken shrub residue in front of it to both sides.

"Second Sister Gareth, now that those four magic organizations are closed, and without the spatial positioning of high-level spellcasters, the teleportation array cannot guarantee safety at all."

"Your Highness, they can only take this Charles Road!"

A young man with a weed in his mouth, white hair, a brown ranger outfit, and a cool expression followed Gareth, a round-faced girl.

"Right! Big sister head. ”

A silver fighting spirit struck the young man's forehead rapidly, sending out a "Boom! There was a soft sound.

"Ahh It hurts, what are you doing, big sister・・・・・・"

The brown-haired, round-faced girl pursed her lips and chuckled, while the white-haired teenager squatted with his head in his hands, ready to cry out in pain.

But before he could shout and play, a heroic female voice came from behind him.

"I've said that many times, Ga Horis."

Under the silver hair as brilliant as the morning light, a beautiful and heroic girl with a goose egg face and a pale golden sunburst pattern in the center of her forehead, wearing a blue cloak of Mithril armor, walked out.

The bright sunshine accompanied her footsteps like a swallow returning to its nest.

Seeing her is like seeing a newborn sun shining on all things!

"You can call me sister."

"Call me too, Grand Knight・・・・・・"

She looked at her brother with her head in her hands and squatting with her head in her hands.

"Lord Gaven Orkney!"

・・・・・・ (To be continued.) )