The moment those words were spoken, the other two people in the room were left staring blankly at each other.
"Where is he???"
Mordred instantly blurted out, her expression filled with urgency.
Right now, she had far too many things she wanted to say to that person. She didn't want to wait even a second longer.
Beside her, Gawain was equally shocked. "Nameless is still in this world?"
According to the two previous video revelations, he seemed to be someone who journeyed through the rivers of history, accompanied by various Heroic Spirits.
Such a mysterious and powerful existence was likely either on the move or residing in some unknown era.
Once he saw him again, Gawain wanted to treat him to a feast of potatoes!
"Why should I tell you?"
Artoria responded with a faint smile, lowering her head slightly to look at the girl before her.
The two shared identical features—people often mistook them for each other.
The biggest difference?
The girl was frozen in her 15-year-old body, never to grow older.
Standing side by side, they looked like the perfect, eerily identical mother-daughter pair.
As Artoria gazed at her, many things suddenly became clear in her mind.
She had failed to save Britain as a king.
She had failed to raise a child as a parent, to the point that her own daughter would even try to steal her man.
What an unqualified father-king she was!
"Damn it!"
Mordred clenched her fists tightly, once again feeling the sting of unreserved mockery.
That woman would never tell her anything!
It wasn't hard to guess what Artoria had done.
It was simple. In the final moments of the Perfect King video, to save the dying Nameless, she didn't hesitate to implant her scabbard into his body.
[Avalon, the Distant Utopia!]
That scabbard was a genuine EX-rank Noble Phantasm, possessing a magical-level defensive power.
The bearer would never age, and all injuries would heal rapidly.
Even curses could be cured!
Once its True Name was released, it would enter a state of absolute invincibility, immune to all magical and physical attacks.
It could even reflect attacks back—essentially a 100% damage-reflecting armor!
If Artoria hadn't given the scabbard to Nameless, she wouldn't have been fatally wounded.
That scabbard originally belonged to the King of Knights. As long as she got close enough, she could sense it.
In other words, her father had completely abandoned her to find Nameless.
Mordred silently made up her mind—she couldn't allow the two of them to meet in secret.
She had to stay close and keep watch!
Thump thump thump—
Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from outside.
A large group of people suddenly barged into the prime minister's residence, rudely pushing the doors open.
Leading them was Kay, who shouted, "You two, stop fighting! If this keeps going—"
After watching the video earlier, he immediately realized that the father and daughter would definitely end up fighting again.
To prevent another kingdom-destroying battle, he had called upon all the Round Table Knights stationed around Britain to rush over and help mediate.
"It's… not a fight… Huh?"
But when he entered the prime minister's residence, Kay froze at the peaceful scene before him.
What the hell?
Why were the two of them standing there calmly with no signs of fighting at all?
Artoria looked calmly at the group of Round Table Knights who had barged in. "What, are you all here to make me abdicate?"
In this era of Heroic Spirits, the Round Table Knights were each stationed across various regions of Britain.
They only gathered in London for major holidays or when facing a crisis that threatened the nation.
But now, they had all assembled!
"Ahem, it's nothing—we just missed our king so much and came back to ask for forgiveness!" Kay coughed awkwardly.
Regardless of the reason, leaving their posts without permission was dereliction of duty—an undeniable offense.
"Well, since you're all here, I'll host the highest-level Round Table Knight Enshrinement Press Conference myself," Artoria said calmly.
"Is it about Nameless?" Gawain asked cautiously.
Right now, the only person worthy of being officially knighted was him.
"Yes."
She replied without hesitation.
Gawain was surprised. "But… Nameless refused to become a Round Table Knight…"
From the very beginning, Nameless had declined the offer, insisting on remaining a true, unnamed knight.
"Hmph, he was mad at you. You didn't listen to him and insisted on pulling the sword from the stone!" Mordred huffed.
She was overflowing with jealousy and envy.
If she had been born just a bit earlier, she wouldn't have been treated like some brat!
"He may not want it—but that doesn't mean I can't give it."
With her cloak billowing, the King of Knights turned and left.
This time, she didn't consult anyone. For the first time, she exercised her absolute authority to make a unilateral decision.
However…
The assembled Round Table Knights all looked at one another—but not a single one voiced opposition.
Not just because of their admiration,
Not just because of their trust,
And not just because of their loyalty.
Nameless absolutely had the qualifications to be knighted—more so than any of them.
Once Artoria had completely disappeared from view, Gawain reached out and patted Mordred on the shoulder. "Don't be upset, Mordred. Later, I'll make you some delicious mashed potatoes!"
"You damn potato man—are you trying to destroy me emotionally!?"
Mordred glared at him furiously.
This jerk of a brother had been provoking her from the very beginning—she was livid!
Kay, having learned the full story behind their bet, smiled cheerfully.
"Mordred, the reason the king could grow was all thanks to Gawain's secret potato meals! If you eat the same portion every day, you're guaranteed to grow too!"
"Really?"
Mordred was a bit skeptical.
"When has your big brother Gawain ever lied to you?" Kay said with exaggerated confidence.
Gawain opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
This guy really lived up to his reputation as the biggest loudmouth—he could throw blame around without denting his own credibility.
A true non-stick pan!
"Th-then I'll give it a try…"
Looking around at the circle of honest, upright Round Table Knights, Mordred reluctantly nodded.
Surely they wouldn't all team up just to trick her… right?
...
[The King of Knights Announces Round Table Knight Enshrinement Ceremony!]
As one of the most popular Heroic Spirits, the news spread across the world instantly.
The hype even surpassed the previous press conference held by Jeanne d'Arc.
After all, this was the knighting of a Round Table Knight!
Since the beginning of the Heroic Spirit era, no new Round Table Knight had ever been appointed!
"Sanjiro, hurry and look! They're really knighting a Round Table Knight!" Kirina couldn't hide her excitement.
This was a once-in-a-century event.
The whole internet was already exploding.
The moment she got home from school, she planted herself in front of the TV, wanting to witness history with her own eyes.
"It's probably going to fall to me."
Sanjiro looked at the familiar figure on the screen with a complicated expression.
You're no longer that innocent girl.
If only… you hadn't drawn the sword from the stone, you wouldn't have had to endure so much...
"Tch, you think you're Nameless or something?" Kirina rolled her eyes.
Right now, people all over the internet were fantasizing wildly, praying it would be them.
If you were personally knighted by the King of Knights, you'd instantly ascend to the status of a pseudo-Heroic Spirit—
A true one-step rise to glory!
On the screen,
Artoria's voice resounded like a divine proclamation—
"Proclaim!"
"Thy fate lies beneath mine; mine rests upon thy blade!"
"Answer my summons—those who follow this will, respond to it!"
"Swear now:"
"I am the King of the Round Table Knights. I am the one who follows the path of chivalry!"
"With this vow of knighthood, I bestow upon thee—accept this honor, Nameless Knight!"