Someone drew the holy sword and became the prophesied king!

The news spread quickly throughout all the kingdoms of Britain, and the nobles, knights, commoners, and even beggars were discussing the matter, and they were all speculating about what kind of person had drawn the holy sword and become king, and what did he really look like, was he eight feet tall, with great strength and hideous appearance?

But the result of the revelation surprised everyone, because the person who held the holy sword was not a nobleman, not a knight, but a young knight squire who had just turned sixteen years old and had not even obtained the status of a knight, and what was even more surprising was that he was only the adopted son of Sir Eckert, an orphan, if you look at it by bloodline and identity, he was completely a commoner!

Commoners become kings? How is this possible?!

Even if Merlin once said that whoever draws the holy sword can become the king of Britain, but no one really thinks about this kind of thing, in their opinion, the person who can draw the holy sword is either a nobleman or a knight, and there is no other possibility, because only such a person can rule this land and be famous through the ages!

Not a nobleman, just an adopted son who wants to climb on our heads because he pulled out the holy sword? That's impossible!

This is the idea of the aristocracy.

How could a sixteen-year-old boy, a knight's squire, a retinue feeding horses and wiping weapons, pull out the holy sword?!

This is what the knights think.

For a while, countless gossip was transmitted, and many people were speculating that all this was done by Merlin, this young man did not draw the holy sword at all, and the holy sword he held was fake.

And Merlin did this to prop up an obedient puppet emperor and then hide behind the scenes to control all of Britain!

The group did guess correctly, but only half of it. Because with Merlin's true identity, let alone Britain, even if the whole of Europe is given to him, Merlin will not care.

But it's true that he's done everything wrong, so Merlin hasn't been wronged.

So many nobles and knights have made up their minds that when the new king is crowned, they must give this kid a good look, at least let him have no face to be this king again! Britain really doesn't need a king of prophecy, isn't it good that everything is under our control?

In this way, in the state of all kinds of ghosts, the day of the coronation of the new king finally came, the venue was still London, but from the church to the square of London, Merlin himself crowned the new king, everyone can participate in this grand ceremony, witness the birth of the prophetic king!

…… Early in the morning, Artoria stood in front of the fitting mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.

The blue-and-white robe, the golden-red cloak, the legendary holy sword hanging from her waist, the handsome and graceful face is plain and natural, and the dull hair on her head swings from time to time, although she didn't speak, she looks very calm, but the maid on the side can still feel the king's breath on her body, and the faint but involuntary surrender momentum continues to emerge, even if it is a puppet that has been made, you can feel it.

Shifting her gaze, Artoria looked at the Black Knight reflected in the mirror.

He stood not far behind him, hiding in the shadows where the sun did not reach, the red glow of the slit in his helmet watching him.

He seems to be watching himself at all times, he doesn't take the initiative to speak, he doesn't make any requests, he is like a ghost, he will follow him at all times except when he goes to sleep at night, he will leave and don't know where to go.

Maybe that's what Sword Spirit does? But there is always someone behind her at all times, which makes Artoria very unaccustomed.

The door to the room was pushed open, and Merlin walked in, and at this time, the black knight immediately disappeared into a puff of smoke, he seemed to be very disgusted with Merlin, as long as Merlin appeared, he would automatically leave, until Merlin disappeared from his sight.

But even so, Artoria could still feel the Black Knight's gaze, where should he be watching him?

Seeing Merlin, several maids bowed to him and bent down, and then exited the room, Artoria's real surname was a secret, she couldn't let strangers serve her, so Merlin used magic to make a few dolls, specifically responsible for Artoria's living and eating, otherwise when she became the king, she would have to do it herself, it would be too sad.

Merlin's gaze first looked at Artoria, and then at a corner of the room, and a smile appeared on his chubby face: "You look really good today, I think 'somebody' is stunned..."

He bit a lot on this word, but Artoria didn't know what he meant, and the disappeared Lei Zhe was silent, he felt that there was something wrong with Merlin, and this person was not the Merlin who should have appeared in history at all!

"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Artoria was a little confused, but she quickly threw the matter behind her: "Teacher, is it time?" ”

"That's right, it's time, are you ready? From this day forward, you will no longer be the maiden Artoria, but Arthur, the prophecy king of Britain. Pandagang! As for the name Artoria, don't mention it to anyone else. ”

Merlin looked at the girl and said softly, then patted her on the shoulder: "Since you have chosen, don't regret it..."

Artoria looked at Merlin, and a smile appeared on her handsome face, which was full of confidence and no regrets: "Didn't I already see my future?" I will not regret the teacher, no matter what happens in the future, I will stick to my own path, I will become the best king, I will build the strongest country! The flag of Britain will always fly over Europe, and for this I am willing to sacrifice everything, and from today my name will be Arthur. Pandagon, the maiden named Artoria is dead! ”

"Since you think about it, let's go, the ceremony is about to begin!"

"Yes, teacher..."

When the two of them left the room, Lei Zhe's figure reappeared, he looked through the window at the crowd gathered in the square outside, at this moment he recalled a long time ago, when he and the other two people were also standing at such a height and looking down, looking at the group of civilians with excitement and uneasiness on their faces, but unfortunately everything had disappeared because of their own relationship......... Tens of thousands of commoners, nobles, and knights gathered in the square, looking at the handsome and handsome Artoria who walked on the red carpet and had just come of age, everyone was envious, jealous and hateful, how could she become a king? I am the king in the prophecy, and I am the master of the holy sword!

Merlin stood in the middle of the square, he could feel everyone's thoughts, a disdainful smile appeared on his chubby face, and in his eyes everyone except a few people were clowns, a bunch of poor creatures who couldn't help themselves!

His gaze drifted over a few people in the crowd, and the people he looked at were the protagonists of this era, and the others were just tricks!

"I said we'd meet him anyway, but I didn't expect it to be in this way." Kaye, the female knight, looked at Artoria and said to Lancelot beside her.

"Hawkers, I didn't expect this to be the result, this young man actually pulled out the holy sword and became the king of prophecy, it's really surprising, it's a pity that he is still a little weak now, otherwise I will definitely have a competition with him!" Lancelot's hand rested on the hilt of the black long sword at his waist, and his body trembled slightly, this was because of the excitement, he had been looking for a strong man for the past twenty years, to some extent, Lancelot and Gawain were very similar, except that Lancelot paid more attention to chivalry.

On the other side of the crowd, the handsome Gawain, with a gentle smile and his gaze following Artoria, said to himself, "What a surprise, Wang?" Hehe, that's funny! I hope I have the opportunity to compete with you and use all my strength! After Gao Wen finished speaking, his right hand clenched the golden long sword at his waist, and the long sword was also trembling, as if he was very excited with his master.

"O king, such a king is not bad, at least a hundred times stronger than those rotten nobles, maybe under his leadership Britain can come out of the darkness, if he is really the prophesied king, then it is not impossible for me to be loyal to him..."

Artoria walked through the long crowd into the square, and although the celebration was crowded, it did not have that festive feeling, but rather an undercurrent of surging and hostile gaze.

Many people are speculating about whether this young man can become a king safely, because many nobles do not let him succeed so easily!

Sure enough, at the moment when Artoria entered the square, four figures jumped out of the crowd and landed beside Artoria to surround her in the middle, these four people were all wearing armor and equipped with long swords, and each of them was shining with silver brilliance, it should be a knight!

Except for the exclamations of the commoners, the nobles and knights remained quiet, because this was expected, and if no one came out to stir up the situation, there would be ghosts!

"Even you can pull out the holy sword!? It's not something you should have! After speaking, the knight who looked like a leader stretched out his hand to snatch the holy sword that Artoria hung from his waist, and when he saw his actions, dozens of people present laughed disdainfully, did this reckless fool really think that the sword could be used by any person?

Sure enough, at the moment when the knight was about to grab the long sword, the holy sword, which had always been quiet, suddenly unsheathed, spun in the air and brought blood and four heads, and the four headless corpses knelt down in front of the girl, and the blood splattered everywhere, like a rain of blood falling from the sky, but this blood rain did not touch Artoria's body, because all the blood was blocked by a weak barrier.

What the Holy Sword did Artoria had no control over, it was its own actions.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then the civilians on both sides of the road screamed, and some even bent down and vomited, while Artoria looked at the black knight in front of her in a daze.

Only he could see it, and at the moment when the knight wanted to touch the holy sword, the black knight appeared, and then he pulled out the holy sword hanging from his waist and instantly cut off the heads of four provocative people, without the slightest mercy or hesitation..."The next time someone dares to do this, kill him, I don't want to be touched by anyone other than you..."

"If you can't make a move, I'll take it personally..."

The blood stained the ground and the girl's future path red, and she had a premonition that she should not pull out this sword, because it would bring gusts of wind and a rain of blood to the world.

(To be continued)