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As soon as those words were spoken, all the knights present were momentarily stunned, doubting their own ears.
Just how arrogant did one have to be to openly provoke every knight present?
Was this guy insane?
The nameless knight drew his sword and pointed it at them, mocking them with scorn, "Britain has already fallen into a life-and-death crisis, and you're still thinking about fighting for power? Are you even worthy to be kings?"
"Why not? Only by becoming king can one better lead Britain to victory!" A burly knight immediately responded in anger.
[He who draws the Sword in the Stone shall be the King of Britain.]
This was the prophecy left behind by Merlin.
Many powerful knights had come from all corners of the land, all vying for the sole throne of Britain.
Whoever pulled the sword from the stone would be crowned king and gain the rightful claim to the throne.
"Hah. I don't even want to expose you, but are you really trying to save Britain? You're clearly just lusting after the throne. You're disgusting."
The nameless knight mercilessly tore apart the man's feeble excuse.
The burly knight's face instantly turned red with rage. "You're slandering me—fight me in a duel!"
The other knights all cast unfriendly gazes toward the nameless one. In their eyes, this arrogant provocateur was already a dead man.
"Oh? So you all want to challenge me? Then don't waste time—come at me all at once."
The nameless Heroic Spirit calmly pointed at each knight present.
At that moment—
Artoria stepped forward and whispered, "Let me handle them, Nameless."
"No need. They're nothing but trash—I could crush them with a flick of my hand,"Nameless replied with a smile.
Yet in his eyes, a raging inferno burned, threatening to consume everything in its path.
Skibidipapa-[Is this guy really just a "nameless" Heroic Spirit?! Can you believe it?!]
YaoiBreed-[So cool! I wish I had a knight like him to protect me—I'm so jealous I'm crying!]
SunlightSucksLOL-[Bro above, you're a dude! Straighten up your 'sword' and fight for yourself!]
HistorianWithWifi-[The perfect nameless knight protecting the perfect King of Knights—it really is a fated pairing!]
…
"Damn it, why is this guy so good at pretending?!"
Mordred nearly slammed the table.
He's just a damn movie actor! Why does he get to be cooler than me?! Once this video's over, she was going to track him down, grab him by the collar—
And beg him to teach her how to be this cool!
This guy—everything he did, everything he said—was so absurdly cool that Mordred couldn't take her eyes off him.
She wanted to be a shining, magnificent knight too—admired and revered by all.
Not someone people called a brat behind her back!
Beside her—
Gawain stroked his chin, lost in thought. "I feel like I'm remembering something... but it's all hazy."
Watching the "Perfect King" video, he felt as if some sealed-off memory was beginning to stir—slowly unveiling the truth of the past.
There is no darkness under the sun.
As the proud Sun Knight, how could he possibly have any shameful, hidden past?
"What a liar…"
Artoria looked at the screen with a complicated expression.
Seeing herself alongside the nameless Heroic Spirit brought back countless forgotten memories.
The first time she heard him speak of the Eight Principles of Knighthood.
How he taught her swordsmanship, hand-in-hand. The warmth of his chest—something she hadn't forgotten in 1,500 years.
The delicious meals he prepared, and the way he smiled while watching her eat…
Fragments of memories came flooding back.
That liar—he said he'd always be her most loyal guardian knight.
But…
I'm still here—so where are you?
"Yeah! That guy's totally a liar! Professional conman!"
Mordred nodded furiously in frustration.
How could a knight this outrageously perfect even exist?
Upholding justice, ready to sacrifice himself, willingly fading into obscurity… even she couldn't do that!
(T/N: Skill issue?)
In her view, a knight should stand atop the heavens, basking in worship while protecting others.
If he wanted to stay anonymous, then why be a knight at all?
Back in the video—
The battle began.
Infuriated by the nameless Heroic Spirit's provocation, the knights charged at him one after another.
But—
They were too proud to fight together. Instead, they challenged him one at a time, like a tournament.
"A bit stronger than those fallen knights earlier—at least they still remember the knight's code,"
Mordred muttered, unable to bear watching them get defeated so badly.
Strangely enough—
As an experienced Heroic Spirit, she could clearly tell: this fight felt incredibly real. So real it was like a true knight's duel.
Could the video… be real?
No, no, even Father said he's a liar. There's no way it's real!
And yet… Mordred started to panic a little.
What if—
Just what if—it was real?!
Wouldn't that mean… she'd have to eat Gawain's mashed potatoes for a whole year?
The king selection ended.
The nameless Heroic Spirit had defeated every knight who dared challenge him.
"Would you be willing to become my guardian knight?" The young girl looked at him with hope in her eyes.
To everyone's surprise—
The nameless knight simply smiled and shook his head. "Sorry. I won't be a knight—but I will be in your shadows, eliminating all your enemies."
"…Fine. One day, I'll make you my knight!"
Artoria bit her lip, her cheeks tinged pink, making a declaration that sounded almost like a confession.
AspiringWizard-[Damn it! I got hit with another wave of romantic fluff!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[Aaaaah I'm so jealous!]
YeetTheInfidel-[Okay, I think I finally understand why French and British Heroic Spirits hate each other…]
FateShit-[Stop! I get it too. I'm just here for the drama and snacks now.]
SunlightSucksLOL-[Damn you guys are terrifying—count me in!]
…
"Eh? What drama?"
Illyasviel asked curiously.
"Idiot! Obviously, the most exciting kind—yandere girl with a knife drama! Hmph, that guy totally brought it on himself!"
Kirina grinned brightly.
In front of those two Heroic Spirits, no amount of power would help! She turned and called out, "Sanjiro, peel me an apple!"
"Get lost. Do it yourself!" came the cold reply.
"Tch, fine! No need to be mad—I didn't even do anything to you!" Kirina pouted.
Just then, with a casual glance, she spotted several [Warning: Extreme Content Ahead] prompts.
What now?
As she stared at the screen, the scene suddenly changed.
The entire mountain began to quake violently, spewing endless flames. A colossal white dragon emerged from within the volcano.
It spread its wings, covering the sky, and began circling above all of Britain.
"Oh, my foolish brother Uther… watch from the depths of hell as the masterpiece you and Merlin created with your own hands turns to dust—hahaha!"
The white dragon let out a crazed, arrogant declaration.
Its flames of destruction surged, devouring everything on the land. Countless people cried in terror and despair.
Yet that fear only served as greater fuel, igniting Britain in a mad blaze.
The massive white dragon landed atop Camelot's royal palace, roaring toward the heavens:
"I am The Vile King Vortigern—He Who Brings the Doom of Destiny, the End of All Things!"
"Unstoppable, inevitable—I am the cataclysm itself!"