Maiden, True Name, Sword Revealed [Extra long chapter].

60. Maiden, True Name, Sword Revealed

[Extra long chapter].

"Then goodbye, Mr. Ian!"

Artorius put her hands together in front of her knees and bowed to Ian very seriously.

"I hope... to see you tomorrow!"

Without waiting for Ian to answer, Artorius ran away.

To avoid hearing any answer on the spot, she could wait for tomorrow with hope.

This is a unique little thought of a girl Artorius's age.

But for Ian, this kind of little thought seemed a bit redundant—he would decide what to do.

[You paid the bill and left the tavern under the gaze of everyone.]

[You returned to the royal court.]

[You entered your and Morgan's room.]

[This is the time you agreed on.]

Morgan was standing by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

The bright moon was reflected in her eyes, like falling into the blue lake.

The tulle on her body was illuminated in a haze, and the smooth curves of her chest and slender waist were vividly outlined in this dream.

And Ian was the only one who could see these.

"Princess."

Hearing Ian's voice, Morgan turned around.

Seeing his infatuated eyes, the corners of her mouth raised a small arc.

She used her slender fingers to pinch the lace of her tulle on her shoulders, and pulled it down a little, revealing her dew-like white shoulders.

"Ian, come here."

"I want to spend the beauty of tonight by the window."

"Understood, Princess."

Ian came behind Morgan, gently stretched out his hands, crossed them at her lower abdomen, and hugged her into his arms.

"Ian, am I beautiful?" Morgan spread her hair and asked.

"Princess, you are not beautiful at all."

Ian felt the warmth on Morgan's lower abdomen, lowered his head and leaned his head on her exposed shoulder.

"After all, if you use beauty to describe you, there are too many things like you on the land of Britain."

"That's a blasphemy."

"Heh." Morgan smiled charmingly, "But your mind is full of blasphemous thoughts about me, right?"

"Princess, I don't deny this. You always make me so fascinated."

"You have more and more sweet words."

Morgan put her hand on Ian's hand, her fingertips rubbing in the gaps between his fingers.

"But I like it very much."

[You noticed that Morgan was in a good mood.]

[But this doesn't seem to be the emotion that should appear at this time.]

[You feel something is a little wrong.]

[You decided to find out.]

"Princess, you seem to be in a good mood today." Ian asked respectfully.

"Is there?"

Morgan gently clamped Ian's index finger.

"Do I look happy?"

"At least happier than a few days ago." Ian answered truthfully, "This makes me happy too."

"..."

Morgan showed a faint smile—she didn't seem to want to hide her thoughts from Ian.

"Maybe I found a reason."

"A reason? What?"

"Yes." Morgan looked at the moon outside.

"Sword-drawing king election, knights are eager to try, but no one who can take over Britain has been born."

"The king who leads Britain may not have been chosen by heaven at all, and even our children do not have that ability."

"Then—"

Morgan raised her head, and her slightly moist lips spit out the words in her heart.

"I'm still the one closest to the throne, right?"

"..."

Objectively speaking, although Morgan's tone of voice was not much different from usual, Ian clearly felt the madness in her words.

The reason why she asked several children, led by Gawain, to try to draw the sword may not have been to let them show their respective talents at all.

But to prove that they, like themselves, do not have the destiny to be chosen by Britain.

Thinking like this—

Gawain's repeated attempts may annoy her, but Agravain, who only touched it once, is worthy of favor.

What a deep and even twisted obsession?

But Ian couldn't hate Morgan at all—he had witnessed her struggling hard, but being abandoned by fate again and again.

That's an experience that can break your heart.

So he understood her.

"Yes, Princess."

Ian lowered his head and gently kissed Morgan's lips.

"You are the closest to the throne, and you are also the one who will eventually sit on it."

"Then let me experience this kind of joy in advance." Morgan looked back at the knight behind her.

"Before sunrise, I hope you are as strong as ever."

"It should be, Princess."

[You don't want to spoil Morgan's good mood.]

[So you didn't say what Artorius said.]

[The Princess's voice rang out by the window, clear and full of desire.]

[You and Morgan had a pleasant night.]

[The next day came as promised in chaos and unease.]

Gawain's mood is a bit complicated now.

As the eldest son, he had long learned from his mother about the blessing he had received.

That is the improvement of physical ability related to the number "3".

For three hours from 9 am to noon, and three hours from 3 pm to sunset, his physical ability will be greatly improved in this process.

Then—

This is the best time to respond to the expectations of parents.

But in fact, Gawain found that he couldn't do this kind of thing at all.

He did become stronger during this period, but this strength did not translate into the strength that could be used to draw the sword.

Gawain found that as long as he touched the sword stuck in the rock, a mysterious voice would echo in his mind.

"Gawain, you are indeed very strong."

"But this is not the reason for you to pull out this sword."

That was a slightly familiar voice to Gawain—he felt that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

However, even so, he cannot give up.

That violates the spirit that a knight should have.

Go forward.

Reach out.

Try to draw the sword again.

Gawain heard that familiar voice again.

He selectively ignored all of this—not disappointing his parents is what he should do now.

"Come out ah—!"

Gawain used all his strength.

But the sword stuck in the rock still didn't move.

As expected, it failed again.

Then come again in the afternoon!

Gawain let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Although he failed again and again, he never gave up.

However—

Gawain, who came down from the stone platform, looked at the sword inserted in the rock.

Many days have passed since the magician named Merlin announced the proof of the Red Dragon.

During this period, many knights tried to pull out this sword, but in the end they all ended in similar failures.

If—

Just if—

If someone can really pull this sword out of the rock, what kind of person will it be?

Will he be as courageous as his father?

Or is it as elegant as his mother?

Gawain didn't know which one was right—but he found that he had a little expectation in his heart.

[Gawain was a little distracted.]

[You came to his side.]

[He noticed your presence.]

[You left in front of the sword in the stone.]

"Father." Gawain said a little flustered, "Why are you here?"

"I..."

Realizing that Gawain had experienced another failed sword-drawing and felt ashamed because of it, Ian stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder.

"It's okay."

"Although you didn't succeed, it was still a good try."

"I'm proud of your efforts, Gawain."

"Father..."

Gawain was very grateful—his father was usually very strict, but at this time, he also had the tenderness of a tough guy.

However, this did not allow him to forget the doubts that had been brewing in his heart for a long time.

"Father, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, my child."

"That is—"

Gawain looked at the sword inserted in the rock in front of him.

"Didn't you say last time that the Red Dragon will become a great enemy of you and mother in the future?"

"In that case, why do you and mother still support this kind of thing?"

As expected of the most outstanding eldest son among all brothers and sisters.

Gawain noticed the contradiction before and after.

But Ian was not afraid of these questions—he had already thought about everything.

"Gawain, you are right."

"The Red Dragon may indeed become the enemy of me and your mother in the future, but before that, what we need to consider is the current safety of the entire Britain."

"Current safety?"

"Yes." Ian nodded, "Compared with the various difficulties that have not happened in the future, the present is absolutely impossible to ignore."

"The White Dragon is still raging on the land of Britain, and we need someone who can solve these problems."

[Your words seemed to have a great impact on Gawain.]

[He fell into deep thought.]

[You didn't say much about it.]

[Because you know Gawain will understand everything in his own way.]

[And the purpose of your trip was not to teach him as a father.]

Ian secretly observed the sword inserted in the rock.

He couldn't forget Morgan's sleeping face, which was much more at ease because no one could pull out the sword.

He didn't want to spoil her good mood, so he finally chose to come here alone.

Ian didn't believe that Artorius could pull out the sword, but he was also worried about that insignificant possibility.

If—

If she really pulled out the sword, what kind of ending would the future of himself and Morgan lead to?

Ian couldn't predict it at all.

[What should come will always come.]

[Artorius's figure appeared not far away.]

[Different from the girlish appearance she showed in front of you, she looked much more determined at this moment.]

[Although the delicate feeling has not faded, it is enough to give people the first impression of heroism.]

[However, the moment she saw you, she still showed the youthful spirit unique to girls.]

[She smiled at you.]

[And you responded with a smile aswell.a hypocritical response.]

[But you don't know—this meeting will change the future of all of you.]

[The painful and thorny fruit has now grown a small sprout.]

Ian came to see her.

Artorius felt her heart beating wildly.

In fact, after saying those words yesterday, she couldn't calm down at all.

It was good that Ian could come to witness her attempt.

But what if he didn't come?

If he didn't care about her invitation at all, how could she face this situation?

Honestly—

Artorius found that she hadn't really thought about all this.

She just acted like a squirrel who found an acorn and a fawn who found a tender bud.

Fortunately, the result was as desired.

Artorius felt that she had a lot of strength all over her body.

Her eyes returned to the sword standing in the rock in front of her, and her sea of tree like green eyes were full of its figure.

Artorius actually has another name.

That is her true name—

Artoria.

That is the true name that the voice that trained her in her dreams has been calling for a long time.

She didn't quite understand why she needed to hide this name at first.

Until a few days ago, Ector told the secret that he was not her biological father, but was entrusted to take care of her.

Artorius, or Artoria, realized that the destiny she was carrying might not be as simple as she thought.

So, she entered the city and expressed her thoughts to Ian.

The girl walked towards the sword and found something even more shocking.

The sword was exactly the same as the one she saw in her dream, and even the patterns had not changed at all.

She was familiar with the feel of holding it, and she also knew what the part hidden in the stone looked like.

She could feel the sword shouting her name in a silent cry, and the ground under her feet danced along with it.

Then there was the expectation on the sword—that was a gaze hotter than shouting.

The girl realized that this was the sword she was bound to pull out.

She calmed down and stretched out her hand towards the sword.

Just before she was about to touch the hilt of the sword.

The voice that had been training her in her dreams all day rang again.

"Artoria."

"Have you really thought about it?"

"Once you pull it out of the rock, your life will take another path."

"You will gain many things, and you will also lose many things."

"What awaits you at the end of your life may be endless regret, or countless spittings."

"Even so, do you still want to pull it out?"

"If you had said these words earlier, I might have given up."

"But not now."

Many smiling faces that she saw along the way flashed in the girl's mind.

"Everyone is smiling... that's right."

"However—"

A few tremors floated in the girl's firm eyes.

"Since I can get something, please let me keep that feeling for Mr. Ian."

"What?!"

The voice panicked—this seemed to be something it hadn't expected.

But it was too late to stop all this from happening.

Stone cracked open.

Sword was revealed.

The girl pulled out the sword that no one had ever pulled out and pointed it at the sky above her head.