I know that in this world, everything is as fleeting as dew.
Time is the same.
In the blink of an eye, two more years passed.
Since that battle, King Arthur became famous in one fell swoop.
Artoria possessed absolutely powerful martial strength, and also possessed strategic foresight far beyond this era.
Holding Excalibur, she had never been defeated in war, and King Arthur’s prestige gradually spread far and wide with each victory after another.
The surrounding countries put away their covetous hearts toward Britain, and those bloodthirsty beasts were forced to submit under King Arthur’s iron blood.
Regarding internal affairs, Artoria relied on her long-term historical development vision to promulgate one policy after another that benefited the people.
Under King Arthur’s leadership, Britain grew stronger day by day, and the world joyfully sang of the King’s great achievements and power.
Poets wrote hymns for her, everything just as sung in those poems.
Praise the warrior who does not fear fate
She does not fear disaster and threats
Following honor, upholding justice, never wavering.
King Arthur ends the tragic night.
For the supreme cause, we forge ahead.
Suffering has finally come to an end.
A new chapter of the era has already begun…
Artoria’s prestige steadily increased, and the sovereign’s power in the country was unrivaled.
Everything in Britain was booming, and the lives of the citizens were flourishing.
God bless Great Britain; everyone firmly believed that the sacred King Arthur would lead them toward prosperity and flourishing.
The capital of Britain, Camelot.
Since dawn, more and more people had left their homes and come to the main streets of the city.
Every one of them had joy on their faces, and the smiles curling their lips were exceptionally bright and exuberant.
Gradually, the crowd grew larger, shoulder to shoulder, pouring in from everywhere.
The flower beds near the main city road were full of people, and the area around the fountain was also packed.
Those who arrived late and didn’t get a good spot even climbed onto the roofs, just to see everything that was about to happen.
Today is a special day.
The great King Arthur has finally defeated their enemy, the Saxons, and from now on, the citizens of Britain will no longer be disturbed by foreign enemies. The source of this chapter is novelping(.)com.
Praise be to our noble and just King, for she is the firm guardian of the spirit of benevolence and chivalry.
And today is the day their King returns in triumph.
King Arthur will lead her army from the city gate all the way to the royal palace to show her citizens the glory and honor of Britain.
Suddenly.
A loud “Bang!”
The people who were bustling and chatting softly slowly stopped their voices.
They looked up at the sky and saw colorful flowers appearing above.
That was the work of the Magician of Flowers, Merlin; it was magic fireworks he had specially prepared to welcome the return of King Arthur.
As the fireworks exploded in the sky, the sound of horns also came from the city gate, fitting the occasion.
People turned their heads in joy, their eager gazes fixed tightly on the direction of the city gate.
In an instant, the city gate swung wide open.
The sound of trampling hooves approached, and the uniform sound was heart-shaking.
It drew closer, and closer still.
When the people regained their senses, a youth clad in silver-white armor appeared in their view.
The youth had dazzling golden hair like radiance and turquoise eyes as clear as lake water; although the face was slightly youthful, it was exceptionally exquisite and handsome.
The King, wearing a crown, carrying a golden holy sword at her waist, and draped in a magnificent azure cloak, looked heroic against the backdrop of gold and azure.
“My King!”
As an excited shout suddenly rang out from the crowd, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the crowd on the street instantly began to boil.
They raised their hands high, cheering the King’s name passionately.
“My King!”
“Long live the King!”
Protecting the weak, defeating stubborn enemies.
In the very front of the army, riding on horseback and moving slowly forward, was the King of whom Britain was proud.
Artoria waved and smiled at the excited citizens, the sunlight spilling onto her, draping her in a layer of sacred color.
However…
In an alley where the sun could not reach, a small figure was hiding.
Beneath a hood that obscured her face, a pair of turquoise eyes, identical to Artoria’s, were filled with admiration and reverence.
“Time to go.”
The blonde witch in a black robe bent down, pressed her hand on the child’s shoulder, and turned to leave with her. Get faster updates on g.com.
At the very last moment, the young child couldn’t help but look back; her green eyes reflected the dazzling King Arthur standing in the sunlight.
The two figures, one large and one small, disappeared into the alley without a sound.
From then on, no one could know what had happened in that darkness, nor could they know who had been there.
After the lively parade ended, Artoria walked straight into the royal palace.
She took off the cloak behind her and handed it to the attendant waiting on the side, then reached out and pushed open the palace doors in front of her.
At this moment, in the great hall, her ministers were waiting there quietly.
“My King.”
Seeing Artoria enter the hall, everyone present immediately bowed and lowered their heads to welcome the King’s arrival.
She sat on her throne unhurriedly and looked down at everyone present.
“Rise.” Her dignified and deep voice resounded through the entire hall.
“During my time away on campaigns, I heard that some remarks about me have been circulating in the country.” Artoria asked expressionlessly.
“I am rather curious; could you all please tell me about them?”
“Ah, this…”
The ministers present looked at each other, each with a somewhat uneasy expression; they really didn’t know what the King who asked this question was thinking.
After a long silence, Paraval (the future second seat of the Knights of the Round Table) finally stood out under the pressure.
He performed a knight’s salute and respectfully replied to Artoria on the throne.
“Now, under Your Majesty’s leadership, Britain has regained its glory, and could even be said to be better than ever.
The country is peaceful and prosperous, so…”
‘So?’
Artoria’s heart skipped a beat when she heard this.
“…So the citizens have begun to care about Your Majesty’s lifelong affairs; after all, the King has reached the age to take a wife.”
“And…”
Artoria frowned and signaled Paraval to continue with her eyes.
“…And it is indeed time for Britain to have a Queen.”
After speaking, enduring King Arthur’s icy gaze and the looks from his colleagues who were watching him like a hero, the sweating Paraval hurriedly retreated into the ranks.
He swore that killing enemies on the battlefield was not as scary as discussing such things with King Arthur.
No matter what era it is, being urged to marry is unavoidable.
Oh, King Arthur, you might as well accept your fate.