Clang——!!
The explosive sound of clashing metal reverberated through the seaside warehouse district.
A fierce wind howled, whipping up dust and sand around the shipping containers.
Lancer Diarmuid’s prideful combo was blocked entirely by an invisible golden sword.
No, not blocked.
It was parried.
“Such…
immense strength!” Diarmuid’s hand went numb, and he stared in shock at the man before him holding his sword with one hand.
If Saber (Artoria)’s swordsmanship was a combination of finesse and speed, then the swordsmanship of this man who called himself Arthur was pure aesthetic violence.
Every strike was as heavy as a thousand jun, every blow like a giant dragon swinging its claws.
This was the physical prowess of King Arthur, possessing strength parameters far superior to Artoria (the advantage of the Proto-Arthur stat sheet).
“Is this the strength of the head of the Fianna Knights?” Arthur swung Invisible Air with casual ease, the light of a hunter teasing his prey flashing in his emerald eyes.
“If this is all you have, you won’t even be able to touch my cloak.” “Don’t look down on me!” Diarmuid roared, and the red magic spear in his hand transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, thrusting straight for Arthur’s heart.
“Since you are a sword-wielder of the Mana Burst type, then taste this——” This magic spear could sever the flow of mana.
Once struck, even Invisible Air would instantly dissipate.
Facing this fatal strike, Arthur neither dodged nor parried.
He was smiling.
[Instinct A] had long since predicted the trajectory of the spear tip.
A sidestep, merely a sidestep by a hair’s breadth.
The red spear tip grazed past Arthur’s lapel, severing a few strands of golden hair.
The next second, Arthur stomped forward, his left hand, encased in mana, delivering a heavy punch that smashed fiercely into Lancer’s abdomen!
Bang——!!
The sound of the air being blasted apart.
“Gah!” Diarmuid’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through three shipping containers before finally coming to a stop.
The entire scene fell into dead silence.
Knightly duels…
can you use fists?
“So-called chivalry is not rigid rules, but a means to fight for the sake of protection.” Arthur retracted his fist, turned around, and looked at the stunned Artoria.
At this moment, with his back to the moonlight, the golden mana on his body was like burning flames, breathtakingly handsome.
He walked straight up to Artoria.
The distance between them was less than half a meter.
Artoria could even feel the heat radiating from him, that aura of the Red Dragon—same in origin, yet more masculine.
“You…” Artoria instinctively took a half-step back, her sword feeling somewhat awkward in her hand.
Arthur reached out.
But he did not attack; instead, he gently helped Artoria tidy her bangs, which had become slightly messy from the previous battle.
This gesture was too intimate.
So intimate that it didn’t look like two kings, but rather a pair of childhood sweethearts.
“It seems that ‘I’ in that world has had a very difficult time.” Arthur’s voice was low and gentle, carrying a sense of elder-like doting and understanding.
“Bearing the fate of the nation, even having to hide your gender, and having even the right to be a ‘girl’ stripped away…
is that right?” Boom!
Artoria felt her mind go blank, her cheeks instantly burning hot.
Ever since the moment she pulled the Sword in the Stone, everyone’s expectations of her were to be a “perfect king” and a “selfless saint.” No one, never had anyone looked at her with such eyes, seeing her as a “girl,” let alone said to her, “You’ve worked hard.” And this person…
was “himself” from a parallel world.
This feeling of being “understood” instantly pierced through the Knight King’s defenses.
“I…
I haven’t had it hard, I am the King, this is my du…” Artoria stammered, trying to refute, but her voice grew quieter and quieter, and she didn’t even dare to look Arthur in the eye.
[Ding!
The target ‘Artoria’ is experiencing intense emotional fluctuations (shyness).] [Capture progress: 10%.] [Reward obtained: Skill ‘Charisma (B)’ upgraded to ‘A’.] “Hmph.” An extremely displeased cold snort broke the rosy atmosphere.
Morgan walked over with a dark face, grabbed Arthur’s arm, and forcibly pulled him away.
Her eyes, filled with killing intent, stared fixedly at Artoria, as if looking at a vixen seducing a married man.
“Stay away from my husband, Saber.” Morgan gritted her teeth, the magic spear in her hand flickering in and out of existence.
“Although you are Arthur from another world, don’t think I won’t kill you.
In this world, only I can touch him.” “Morgan…” Artoria looked at this sister who was full of hostility toward her yet fiercely protected Arthur, and an inexplicable feeling of…
envy?
welled up in her heart.
If it were this world’s “King Arthur,” perhaps he could truly tame sister Morgan?
Just as the battlefield of jealousy was about to erupt—— Rumble, rumble!
A thunderous roar came from the sky.
A dazzling bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, and accompanied by the roaring of bulls, an ancient chariot wreathed in lightning descended from the sky, crashing heavily into the center of the battlefield!
The dust settled.
A red-haired giant, over two meters tall with knotted muscles, stood atop the chariot, heroically spreading his arms: “Both sides, put away your weapons!” “Before this King!” Rider, Conqueror King Iskandar.
And his master, Waver Velvet, who was already curled into a ball in fear.
Iskandar looked at the scene before him, scratched his red beard, and looked somewhat confused: “That…
I originally sensed the aura of strong warriors here and wanted to come and recruit you.
But…” His gaze swept back and forth between Artoria, who was clad in silver armor, and Arthur, who was in casual clothes.
“Two Sabers?
And looking so much alike?” “Hey, little girl over there, and the blond young man.
Are you two Kings as well?” Artoria took a deep breath, trying to regain her dignity as a King.
She took a step forward, about to declare her name.
But a hand blocked her path.
Arthur naturally placed Artoria behind him, just like a knight protecting a princess.
This subconscious action made Artoria’s heart, which had just calmed down, skip a beat once again.
“This feeling of being protected…
is this what it feels like to have someone to rely on?” Arthur looked up, staring directly at the imperious Conqueror King on the chariot, a wild and arrogant smile curling on his lips: “Conqueror King Iskandar, I’ve heard much about you.” “I am Arthur Pendragon.” Arthur pointed to Artoria behind him, then pointed to himself: “She is the Knight King, and I am also the Knight King.” “As for whether we are Kings…” The mana on Arthur’s body erupted without reservation, the golden wave of energy even forcing the Conqueror King’s bulls to retreat a few steps.
He looked around, his voice arrogant and overbearing—it was a unique declaration fused with the possessiveness of [Morgan] and the kingly aura of [Proto-Arthur]: “Under the vast heavens, is there any land that is not the King’s?” “Since all the Kings have gathered tonight, I will state my terms here first.” “The Holy Grail is mine.” “This land is mine.” “As for this beautiful female Knight King…” Arthur turned his head and winked at the blushing Artoria: “Naturally, she is mine as well.” “Wh…
what?!” Artoria completely crashed.
The entire scene was in an uproar.
The magic spear in Morgan’s hand crushed the ground with a crack.
“Very good!
Hahahaha!” The Conqueror King was stunned for a moment, then burst into thunderous laughter: “Interesting!
Too interesting!
Not only do you want to seize the Holy Grail, but you also want to snatch another King to be your consort?
This is the greed of a King!” “Then, King Arthur!
This declaration of war, this King accepts!”