With those words spoken—
Even the Flower Magus was momentarily stunned.
"Two kinds of birds?"
"Yeah, those two kinds. Think about it—aren't you the second one?"
Nameless's expression grew more and more disdainful, like he was looking at some white-haired online scammer.
"The second one... doesn't fly on its own..."
Hearing this, Merlin suddenly fell silent.
He seriously pondered it, analyzed it carefully, then came to a realization—
It's not just similar—it's exactly the same!
At the same time, the video's comment barrage exploded:
HistorianWithWifi-[Earlier narration said it was because King Uther and Merlin couldn't beat Vortigern that they created King Artoria and forced her to train relentlessly every day!]
SunlightSucksLOL-[Feeling bad for King Artoria… she worked harder than I did in my senior year!]
SinMommy-[Someone said modern parents spend so much on tutoring, and someone else replied: well, forcing kids is easier than forcing yourself!]
BoredMortal-[Damn, I don't even have a kid to force (crying)]
YeetTheInfidel-[Screw it, as a single man, that comment above just emotionally devastated me!]
...
"One flies on its own through hard work, the other lays eggs and forces its kids to fly..."
Kirina's eyes lit up.
She immediately turned and ran over, puffing up her flat chest. "Sanjiro, are you the second kind?"
"..."
Sanjiro was momentarily speechless.
How did the sarcastic comment he made about Merlin end up being used on him by this brat?
He reached out and ruffled her hair. "If I were that type, I would've already signed you up for a bunch of classes. Would I still be letting you play video games every day?"
"Hmph! Well, thanks then!"
Kirina pouted slightly, then happily bounced back to the couch.
In this regard, he really had nothing to say.
She and Illya snuggled back onto the sofa and continued watching the video.
On-screen:
After roasting Merlin, Nameless looked at the girl again.
"You already know the price of pulling the sword and becoming king. Do you still want it?"
"I want to end the war. I want everyone to smile!"
Artoria's emerald-green eyes stared straight at him, the ahoge on her head swaying slightly.
"You will face hunger, hatred, ridicule, insult—even betrayal." Nameless sighed lightly.
"I know!"
"Everyone will distance themselves from you. Can you endure that fatal loneliness?"
"I... can endure it!"
Artoria hesitated for a moment.
She had wanted to ask if he could stay by her side forever.
But she couldn't bring herself to do it.
This person had already done too much for her—he shouldn't be shackled.
Nameless's calm voice continued,
"Not just your enemies—even your friends, even your family might bring you painful blows."
"I know."
Artoria lowered her head slightly.
This was exactly what Merlin had constantly taught her—the burden a king must bear.
"You may be betrayed. Your country might fall. You may be hated by countless people."
"I don't need gratitude, nor sympathy, nor fame. I just want to save this country!" The girl's expression grew more determined.
Nameless asked again,
"Are you willing to kill?"
"I... am willing."
Artoria closed her eyes. Her delicate, cute little face was filled with deep sorrow.
"One day, you might deny everything you're saying now. You might fall into endless regret."
Nameless's expression grew increasingly complex.
Pity, pain, the urge to stop her—yet he had no idea how.
"I understand all of it. Please allow me to pull the sword from the stone!"
Artoria grabbed his hand and solemnly pleaded.
A long silence followed.
Nameless let out a heavy sigh.
"You really are an idiot."
"No, she is a saint."
Merlin's face lit up with admiration.
Truly worthy of being the girl fated to be king—still young and inexperienced, yet possessing such noble resolve.
AlphaSigma-[I'm in love—what a perfect king!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Sigh, reminds me of all those reformers in history who willingly sacrificed themselves... this prosperous age came from your wishes.]
SunlightSucksLOL-[Nameless wanted to save King Artoria but didn't want to break her will. That's truly heartbreaking.]
SinMommy-[These two are so shippable—it's way too sweet!]
...
Britain, Prime Minister's residence.
Mordred snuck a glance at her father.
Just those short two minutes of dialogue gave her a much deeper understanding of her father.
At that moment—
Mordred suddenly understood why her father once said:
"I never hated you. The only reason I didn't pass the throne to you—was because you lacked the qualities of a true king."
She used to think her father was denying her.
But now, seeing her father's exchange with Nameless, she realized he was right.
Wait, no!
This video is fake! Why am I suddenly emotionally invested and treating it like it's real!?
Mordred suddenly snapped back to reality.
Let's not forget—she had a bet with Gawain.
If she lost, she'd have to eat mashed potatoes for a whole year.
That'd be worse than death!
She cautiously asked,
"Father, what do you think of this Nameless Heroic Spirit?"
"A faker."
King Artoria stared at the screen, her expression unreadable.
That answer made Mordred relax instantly. She smirked triumphantly at Gawain beside her.
Victory!
Even her father said the guy was a faker—she just won herself a year-long vacation!
She could party all she wanted!
Feeling elated, she now watched the video like it was just a movie—she was only missing a bucket of popcorn.
In the video—
Nameless reached out and gently patted the young girl's shoulder.
"Then, pull the sword from the stone. I will become your most loyal knight."
This time, he didn't try to stop her at all.
"Okay!"
Artoria stepped toward the gathering crowd.
A sword stood there, embedded in a massive stone.
Many powerful knights had tried pulling it out—with all their might—but none could budge it even slightly.
Some had even begun to doubt the truth of Merlin's prophecy.
At this point, no one paid attention to the small figure approaching. They were all preparing to gang up on Merlin and demand an explanation.
Artoria reached out and grasped the hilt.
She knew very well—once the sword was drawn, she would no longer be an ordinary girl.
She would become a king—burdened with the fate of an entire kingdom and countless people.
That sword… was destined to be stained with blood!
Buzz~
A blinding light erupted.
She pulled the sword from the stone effortlessly, as if it had been waiting for her all along!
"Impossible!"
A knight stared at her in shock.
Everyone's eyes instantly locked onto her.
Merlin shouted with joy, "Rejoice! This is the one who holds the strength of all knights within—destined to lead Britain into glory, the King of Knights!"
"The sword has been pulled. What are your choices now?" Nameless stood to the side, calmly speaking.
Suddenly, all the knights who had dreamed of seizing the throne went mad with rage.
They all glared furiously at the three of them. "This was a well-orchestrated scam! What exactly are you trying to do?"
Why should a strange little 'boy' be made king?
"Oh, good question. If any of you are interested, you may swear loyalty to King Arthur—but you must first pass a selection test."
Nameless turned to the surrounding knights and smiled, "Because only the elite can join the Round Table. We don't want trash."
"...Why are you looking at me? Are you calling me trash?"
One knight flew into a rage and drew his sword.
"No, no, don't get the wrong idea."
Nameless drew his own sword and smiled even more brightly.
"I'm not targeting you. I'm saying—everyone here is trash."
T/N: Hawk Tuah