Gawain! You—
Looking at the blond knight running toward Artoria, Arthur's eyes twitched with anger.
Just now, Morgan had exuded a real killing intent, but it was still useless. Gawain, with his sunny smile, was like a golden retriever. Agravain couldn't stop him, and he ran to Artoria.
What the hell is this!?
In Arthur's original plan, it was absolutely impossible for him to fight by himself.
Well, he really couldn't.
If he were the original 'Arthur,' he might have been able to fight Artoria. In his memory, the original Arthur was indeed a powerful and perfect knight. Even the current Arthur had not forgotten many of those knightly skills.
But knowing something and having the knowledge is one thing; being able to put it into practice is another.
Fighting isn't just about skill—it also requires experience, mentality, and will. These three things Arthur lacked, so it was impossible for him to even parry one of Artoria's swords.
In addition, as a red dragon, even if Artoria seemed to be at an absolute disadvantage now, she could easily defeat a hundred knights.
Even though Arthur had Agravain by his side, he was still not strong enough to face Artoria.
Therefore, in Arthur's mind, the only one who could deal with Artoria was Gawain, who was blessed by the [Number of the Saint].
But this guy ran to the other side.
What is this?
A level 1 newbie gathering a bunch of small fries, plus a big small fry, and forming a group only to be killed by two final bosses?!
This isn't a duel; it's a suicide mission!
"Gawain, are you going to betray your king and your uncle?!" Agravain shouted loudly, his face cold.
Unfortunately, there was no soft way to say it.
"That's too scary, my brother. Now that the Sword of the Chosen has been drawn, I believe no one can deny that Arthur is the king. But so many people bullying a little girl—how can that be called justice? I won't do anything that goes against the spirit of chivalry, and I believe most of the knights present think so too." Gawain smiled foolishly.
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Most of the knights behind Arthur were overwhelmed with shame for a moment, and many wanted to retreat.
"This is not the spirit of chivalry! Gentlemen, let me ask you: what is chivalry? Is it fairness? Is it justice? No, it is neither! This world has always been unfair, and there is no absolute justice! The true spirit of chivalry is to protect the people and stabilize the country."
Arthur suddenly spoke up, interrupting Gawain's words.
He went on to say, "If we throw away our swords because the enemy has none, it may be fair, and even if we die in battle, we will be honored. Otherwise, it is unjust."
"But has anyone thought that the sword in our hands not only protects ourselves but also serves as a strong shield for the powerless? If abandoning the sword is honor, then when the enemy appears before those who need our protection, what then is honor? What is justice?"
"I don't want to debate chivalry here, but you must understand one thing: the so-called knight is a strong man who protects the country! This battle is no longer about personal honor, but about the stability of the country. My noble knights, there is no need to feel guilty, because the one who gave the order is me, your king! And you just followed the king's orders, protected the country's stability, and fulfilled your duties and loyalty as knights! If there is sin in this battle, it is mine. Knights, glory and you will live forever!!!"
The certificate of kingship held high in the king's hand redefined the knights' beliefs.
For a moment, not only were the knights who had originally stood behind Arthur no longer ashamed, but even those who had not stood in line began to move closer to Arthur.
Among them, the one that caught Arthur's attention the most was a handsome, purple-haired knight.
You could tell at first glance that this man was no small fry.
The most important thing was that when Arthur saw him, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he just couldn't remember who the man was.
"Knight, tell me your name," Arthur asked.
"My name is Lancelot." Lancelot knelt on one knee, thrust his sword into the ground before him, and said solemnly, "King, King Arthur, I used to think that a knight was a perfect symbol of honor. But after hearing what you said today, I realized I was wrong—absolutely wrong. That is not chivalry, but an incredibly foolish obsession! If you forget what you want to protect for your own glory, what kind of knight are you?!"
"I'm glad you understand, Sir Lancelot." Arthur's smile suddenly froze.
Lancelot! Who is that?
He is the most perfect knight in Arthurian legend—the Knight of the Lake, a powerful man with the nickname "Yangtze River." Not only is he powerful, but he is also skilled in both civil and military affairs, possesses various protections on his body, and wields an indestructible holy sword. The most outrageous thing is that, no matter which version, it was this guy who cheated on King Arthur and caused the final tragedy!
Who the hell could accept this after learning about the future King Arthur?
Arthur would never have thought he'd meet this guy when he first drew his sword.
It's simply an SSR in a derogatory sense!
Kill him!
No, if I want to break this impasse, I have to rely on this guy's help. But after using him, I must immediately sever all ties. Throw Lancelot as far away as possible, and it would be best if he were banned from setting foot in Camelot forever. No! It would be best if he were driven out of Britain. I heard Rome is not bad. In a sense, it's also Lancelot's hometown. Otherwise...
Even though Arthur was panicking inside, his facial expression remained perfect.
"Please stand up, Sir Lancelot. I'm glad you recognize me. Thank you."
Arthur wanted to be polite, but Lancelot was even more eager and spoke quickly.
"My king, please accept my loyalty. I will surely be yours..." Halfway through, Lancelot suddenly realized what Arthur had said and said excitedly, "Wait! The king calls me 'Sir Lancelot.' Can it be considered that the king has acknowledged my loyalty?"
What did you admit?!?!
"Huh?"
I'm not—stop talking nonsense!
"My king! Please let me protect your glory!"
Without waiting for Arthur to respond, Lancelot guarded Arthur with a blush on his face.
It's over. The situation is over. My Britain—
It was too late to regret. Arthur, who had been quick-witted in his previous life, felt dizzy. Fortunately, he still knew what was most important at the moment and managed to stay calm.
He adjusted his mentality and looked at Gawain.
"Gawain, since you've acknowledged me as king, let me ask again—do you really want to be my enemy?"
He smiled unnaturally.
Although forced, after his speech of "The fault is mine, knights and glory will live forever," Arthur's charm had increased instead of decreased.
Then, a second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Three seconds passed.
Gawain blushed.
Useless!
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Why are you blushing?