Artoria was not surprised to receive the letter from the King of Scotland.
Because this was the most normal thing in the world; after all, it was a matter of basic etiquette.
If, after learning that she had arrived in Scotland, that monarch had shown no reaction at all, that would be the only situation that would make Artoria feel truly astonished.
After reading the letter carefully, Artoria was exceptionally satisfied with the invitation to the palace written within.
The King of Scotland was truly sensible; this coincided perfectly with what she had originally thought.
Finishing her internal deliberations, she asked the knight who had delivered the letter for the King of Scotland to wait a moment.
Turning to instruct the attendant serving by her side to bring paper and pen, Artoria picked up the pen in front of everyone and wrote her reply to the King of Scotland’s invitation.
[The destined King Arthur extends greetings to the noble and sacred King of Scotland.
Peace be with you, my respected friend.
I am extremely happy to receive your invitation and am very grateful that you are willing to invite me to the royal capital of Scotland.
I look forward to the hospitality you mentioned, and I will set off in a few days; according to estimates, I should arrive in about five days.
I sincerely hope to see you soon.
I pray that the gods bless Scotland with lasting peace.
Yours sincerely, King Arthur.]
Such royal correspondence was second nature to her; Artoria wrote it without the slightest hesitation.
After all, there were specific formats for this; one just had to mindlessly follow the template.
Laying down the pen in her hand, she waited quietly for a while.
Once the ink had dried, Artoria placed the letter into an envelope and affixed her unique seal.
Handing the letter to the Scottish knight acting as the messenger, she said with a smile: “Please tell the King of Scotland that I am very much looking forward to meeting him.”
Watching the knight receive the reply and turn to leave, Artoria turned and whispered an instruction to her attendant, telling him to summon Kay, Gawain, and Lancelot, who were accompanying her on this trip.
She would be setting off for the Scottish royal capital to attend the banquet tomorrow, and she had to arrange all matters before she left.
Because their lodgings had been arranged close by, Artoria did not have to wait long; in just a few minutes, the three knights arrived before her.
“My King.” x3 As the respectful voices reached her ears, Artoria turned around, casting her gaze upon the three knights kneeling on one knee before her.
“Everyone, please rise.
The reason I have asked you to come this time is that there is something I wish to discuss.” She informed them of receiving the invitation from the King of Scotland and her decision to accept the invitation to the banquet, which meant she would need to leave the army temporarily. You are reading on novelping dot com, the official source.
After explaining the circumstances, Artoria assigned the military duties she carried, one by one, according to the knights’ capabilities.
Time slipped away bit by bit amidst their intense discussion.
Until the setting sun ignited the sky, until the blue turned to orange-red.
As the sound of rustling leaves echoed outside, this conversation between the King and her knights came to an end.
Night turned, and morning arrived.
As the sun rose, Artoria took her personal guard and set off, stepping into the warm morning sunlight.
— What kind of existence was King Arthur, exactly?
In legends, King Arthur was the light in the darkness, a legendary king who turned the tide in times of crisis, helped the poor and weak, and brought light and hope to Britain.
It is said that because she pulled the sword in the stone, her body stopped growing from that moment on, and the King’s stature would be forever fixed at the moment she pulled out the holy sword.
This was a curse from the holy sword, or perhaps, it was also a blessing.
It was also rumored that King Arthur was extremely handsome, with an upright and gentle personality, and was a great king worthy of respect.
But for Guinevere, these were merely rumors, like stories.
If one were to ask for her own opinion on King Arthur, it would be too difficult to answer.
Because her impression of her came from hearsay, everything was one-sided and stereotypical.
The jewel of Scotland grew day by day, and as the Princess’s beauty became more radiant, more and more people wanted to marry this beauty who could make any man’s heart flutter.
However, as a princess of a nation, her own marriage was not something she could decide for herself.
Guinevere had known her mission since she was young, so she had always been waiting quietly for that moment to arrive.
Until…
“What is your opinion, Guinevere?” Her father, who stood before her, asked her thus.
“King Arthur is a very good candidate for marriage.” This was true; in just one year, she had governed Britain into its current state; King Arthur could well be called a great king.
The young princess hesitated for a moment, and then a faint pink color climbed onto her beautiful face.
After all, it concerned her own marriage; Guinevere could not remain indifferent.
She said, somewhat embarrassed: “I…, I will follow Father’s arrangement.”
The King of Scotland glanced at his daughter and then sighed deeply.
“There is no need to be so nervous, Guinevere…
The next steps will depend on King Arthur’s wishes, and I do not want to force you to make a choice.” Speaking of this, the King of Scotland gazed lovingly at the daughter he had always cherished.
“It will not be long before King Arthur arrives at the palace for the banquet; Guinevere, you must prepare well for what is to come.” “I understand, Father.” The little princess nodded in response. Follow the newest chapters on novelping(.)com.
The conversation ended here; Guinevere curtsied and chose to leave.
She knew full well how busy her father had been lately, so she did not continue to disturb him.
Walking in the spacious corridor, Guinevere’s thoughts wandered.
In her heart, she sometimes repeated the deeds she had heard about King Arthur, and sometimes recalled the years of her childhood.
Letting her imagination run wild, she found it somewhat amusing herself.
However…
She slowly walked to a tree and looked up, watching a leaf slowly fall.
Sunlight shone through the gaps in the branches onto Guinevere.
Under her gaze, the light and shadow of that falling leaf fluttered in the young girl’s eyes, then returned to the earth.
‘Regardless…’ Guinevere said in her heart.
‘I have long been prepared for a political marriage.’ In her deep blue eyes, it was as if there were fragments of starlight, becoming the only light in this place.
The sun set in the west and rose again in the east.
In the blink of an eye, five days and nights had passed.
As soon as Artoria arrived at the Scottish Palace with her guards, she spent an entire day conversing with the King of Scotland in a secret chamber.
No one knew exactly what they discussed in private; they only knew that after emerging from the secret chamber, both noble Majesties wore smiles on their faces.
“King Arthur, night is approaching, and we have prepared a sumptuous feast in advance.
Please, you must not refuse.”
The King of Scotland spoke with a gentle expression.
“Of course I won’t.”
Artoria nodded her agreement with a smile.
“Your Majesty is so hospitable that I am more than happy to accept; how could I possibly refuse?”
Hearing this, the King of Scotland laughed heartily and then gestured forward with his hand.
“In that case, please come this way.
Tonight’s banquet is about to begin.”