Fudge jerked his head to look at Lucius to the side and said, "The school board has always been dissatisfied with your blind propaganda about the fact that the mysterious man is still alive. Am I right? Lucius. ”

"Of course, Mr. Minister. The school board believes that the reason why our old headmaster is advocating that the mysterious man is alive is because he continues to secretly develop his own power and thus put himself above the board. ”

"That's right, Lucius."

Fudge turned his head and continued in front of Dumbledore, "Your alarmist talk about the mysterious man can't fool us at all, and you can't fool the Ministry of Magic!! We've seen through your lies, the lies and conspiracies you've created to plot against the power of the Ministry. ”

"I've said Cornelly many times that I'm not interested in the position of minister."

"Enough, I think you've said enough about Dumbledore, and for the rest, I think the Wizengamot Inquisition will give you a chance to say something about your involvement in the murder of a Hogwarts professor."

Fudge seemed to feel that he had finally suppressed Dumbledore, and his arrogance became more and more arrogant, and his tone was much higher-pitched.

"Now, arrest that strange witch."

Ha?

Artoria, who had been watching coldly, was laughed at by the short, fat-headed, pig-faced minister in front of her.

If you don't investigate, don't ask the reason, you have to arrest yourself when you come up?

This dirty political game really disgusted her.

As King Arthur, as the emperor who ruled over Britain and Europe, and the whole world of the Strange Belt. Naturally, she had seen this dirty beast of power.

And for them, as a king, she usually makes him disappear into this world immediately.

Although this is not the world she is in after all, and it is not the country she rules underfoot.

But the dignity of the king is not allowed to be blasphemed!!

"Get on your knees!" Artoria said coldly.

"What?" Fudge was stunned, what had he just heard?

Was it his auditory hallucinations?

"I say, get on your knees!"

Suddenly, Artoria's body erupted with brilliant blue light, and in an instant, a set of silver armor and a crown symbolizing the Camelot empire suddenly appeared in the void.

Everyone suddenly noticed that the moment the crown appeared.

The earth beneath their feet suddenly erupted with a burst of joy, an indescribable feeling rising in their hearts. It can't be dispersed for a long time.

"King Arthur?!" Dumbledore, who had witnessed all this, muttered to himself in shock.

The king crossed the border like a spring spring, and the subjects all celebrated. But the enemies of the people are naturally not blessed with the spring breeze. Only the winter snow greets them, because filth can only be buried in the depths.

"What?"

Caught off guard, Fudge only let out a deathbed roar before stumbling over the ground beneath his feet.

This is the authority that belongs to Artoria, the King's Judgment.

When she was only King Arthur, this skill was just a legal process for round-table adjudication of wrongdoers.

And after she became the sole goddess of the Hearsay Belt after she became the collective of human consciousness Alayya, this authority that originally belonged to mortals was transformed into a judgment skill based on group consciousness.

The so-called group consciousness refers to the various consciousnesses held by the members of the group for the whole group, such as: family consciousness, collective consciousness, group consciousness, class consciousness, national consciousness, social consciousness as a whole, and so on.

The consciousness of the group has a strong impact on individual consciousness and social psychology.

Artoria became a god as a collective of human consciousness.

There are many ways to use the so-called royal power and judgment.

Change a person's memory.

Change a person's mind.

In short, everything related to consciousness is under her control.

"You... What did you do? ”

Fudge, who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, stared at Artoria with his head against his head a little funny.

His eyes widened, and his pupils reflected a desolate desert. The endless yellow sand whistled through, and Fudge could feel even the fine grains of sand hitting his skin.

Artoria invaded his memories.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Suddenly, a few shocking drumbeats were heard in the distance, drifting into Fudge's ears as the sand flew in the sky.

Is that... What?

An army, a cavalry in heavy armor. Swinging and spreading endlessly, they came from the other side of the mountain in the distance.

The wind and sand did not affect the momentum of this elite unit in the slightest.

They all wore uniform armor, the coat of arms of a certain dynasty was engraved on the armor, and all the soldiers wore a longbow on their backs, knights' swords at their waists, and cavalry spears in their hands.

"What's going on?"

A sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead, and he had a sense of foreboding.

By this time the large army had come up to Fudge, their horses' hooves trampling on the dust, splashing sand and stones.

Eventually, it came to a halt less than ten meters away from Fudge.

"King." Lancelot looked at the cold figure in the lead with great reverence with fiery eyes.

"The last majesty of the Roman Empire!" Gawain looked at another army not far away. An army with far more people than them, even five or six times the difference, said indifferently.

"It's just slaves hastily captured from Egypt. The empire is on the verge of death. Lancelot said disdainfully.

They have swept across the continent, and the army in front of them is only the last stumbling block of the Camelot Empire.

Without him, King Arthur... No... The empress of Europe will surely defeat the last enemy.

"Did you inform the other side before the war?"

In front of the 10,000-strong army, dressed in silver armor, he held a Lengominiade holy spear. Riding a famous horse named "East Stalian".

The horses carried two long swords on each side, one was the Sword of Victory, and the other was the famous Sword of the Chosen King, the Sword of the Stone.

"The opposing generals have been informed in advance." Gawain, the Knight of the Sun, said calmly, his eyes piercing through the layers of wind and sand and finally falling on the last general of the Roman Empire.

"The other side does not seem to intend to surrender."

"It doesn't matter." Artoria said coldly.

She recognizes and likes the other party's loyalty to her country.

But they're just using their mantis arms as a car.

Europe has been divided and at war for too long. It's time for the end.

"Loyal and righteous people are models for our generation, so bury him after the war." Artoria looked at everything in front of her and said lightly.

"Yes, !! King"

"Now, then, let us be wicked and fulfill his loyalty."

A gust of wind blew beads of sweat and sand from Fudge's forehead.

He looked up with difficulty, and he saw Artoria's face.

She stood like a statue in the wind and sand, her face calm and terrifying.