Challenge Issued with Father's Sword

A knight's sword should not be drawn from its scabbard casually.

Because once someone responds to the drawer's blade, it signifies the beginning of a duel.

And now—

Artorius not only drew her sword but also pointed it at the entire Camelot.

This means her target is not one or a few, but all the knights.

If it is understood in more common or even vulgar terms—

That is a simple sentence.

"Come and fight if you don't agree."

Under normal circumstances, Ian would probably think that the person who did this was too arrogant.

And the result waiting for them is also obvious.

That is, they will be attacked with swords and eventually pay the price for their arrogance.

But the situation with Artorius seems not to be understood in this way.

[Talent Lake Blessing+ activated: you, who have improved magic resistance, perceive the mysterious power emanating from Artorius at this moment.]

[You realize that she is by no means as weak as she looks.]

[But you don't want to give up this opportunity to let her challenge the entire Camelot knights alone.]

[You decide to stand by for the time being and see how things go.]

[But what you don't know is that among the crowd at this moment, there is also another pair of eyes with similar thoughts.]

"Things have turned out like this."

Merlin, hidden in the crowd, looked at the girl who was holding the Sword in the Stone and challenging the knights, showing an interested look.

"It's really beyond imagination."

"Being able to witness more possibilities at once is really worth it."

"But speaking of it—"

Merlin's eyes looked at Ian at the front of the crowd.

"Artoria, she clearly knew he was a married man a long time ago, right? But she can still selectively ignore all this."

"Is this the so-called retained heartbeat that is only effective for him?"

"It's really interesting."

Merlin's words were not heard by anyone, nor could they be heard by anyone.

He would never put himself in a position of being attacked by everyone.

[Artorius's words temporarily shocked the people present.]

[But this shock did not last long.]

[After all, her figure is too petite. If you haven't witnessed it with your own eyes, it's really hard to associate her with pulling out the Sword of Kingship.]

[Soon, the slightly bolder people had heretical thoughts.]

"I'll do it!"

A bald man emerged from the crowd.

With a strong back and a broad waist, he looked fierce, and his mouth was still filled with the sour smell of cheap wine.

Obviously, this is not a so-called knight, but a local ruffian in Camelot.

However, the bald man did not hide this.

"Hey! Little one, I'm not a knight! Am I qualified to challenge you?"

"No problem."

Artorius looked at the bald man in front of her with a cold expression.

"All are welcome."

"Okay! You said it!"

The bald man looked around and borrowed a long sword—there were many people watching the excitement with the same idea, so this was not difficult.

"Drink ah—!"

He held the newly borrowed long sword, shouted, and then rushed directly towards Artorius.

This is an extremely ferocious scene.

But looking at the ruffian rushing towards her, Artorius did not make any blocking movements.

"Wrong way to hold the sword."

"Foolish sword direction."

"Full of flaws in the attack."

"An opponent not worth wielding a sword."

After some judgment, the bald man had already rushed in front of Artorius.

The borrowed blade glowed with silver shallow light under the light of Britain.

It stabbed towards Artorius.

This seemed to be a hit that could hit, and the bald man showed an excited light.

But the ending was not like this at all.

Artorius just tilted her head slightly, and the blade brushed past, without even touching her hair.

The whole process happened almost in an instant, as if she had seen through it all.

The bald man was stunned.

He was about to swing the second blow recklessly.

But before he could do so, Artorius had already taken his sword and pointed it at him.

"Admit your failure." she said.

Looking at the blade that was close to his throat, cold sweat broke out on the bald man's forehead.

"I lost... don't kill me!"

"You are not a knight, of course I won't kill you."

Artorius threw the borrowed long sword on the ground.

"You go."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The bald man left here in a hurry, looking panicked as if he was afraid that Artorius would catch up with him.

But in fact, Artorius didn't care about him at all—the victory just now seemed to be an insignificant thing to her.

"Who's next?"

Artorius's gaze swept over everyone's eyes coldly, and it was not until she saw Ian that she recovered a little of the tenderness she should have at her age.

[This is a short but informative battle.]

[You realize that Artorius is by no means as weak as she looks.]

[But this is not a difficult thing to understand.]

[As King Uther's privately appointed heir to the throne, it would be strange if he didn't have this kind of strength.]

[It's just that understanding this does not change your current situation.]

[But the appearance of one person brought a turning point to the matter.]

"Father."

A familiar voice sounded behind Ian.

He turned around and saw Gawain standing there.

"Gawain, why are you here?"

Ian restrained his emotions and pretended to be calm.

"I heard that Artorius issued a challenge to all the knights here, so I rushed here immediately."

"You are very smart, my child."

Gawain's expression did not become relaxed because of this praise.

On the contrary, after looking at Artorius and the sword, his expression became more serious.

Of course, Ian could not miss this change in detail.

He said, "Gawain, do you have any ideas? Tell me."

Gawain nodded.

"Father, I also want to participate in this challenge."

"..."

[You did not forget what Gawain once said.]

[At that time, he did not have any doubts about the boy who pulled out the sword—naturally, it was impossible for him to come for profit like the bald man just now.]

[You realize that he has other plans.]

[You quickly guessed the result.]

"Gawain, do you want to feel Artorius's strength yourself?"

Gawain was stunned for a moment, and then quickly recovered—it was not once or twice that his father guessed his thoughts.

Besides, he didn't intend to hide his thoughts.

"Yes, father."

Gawain looked at Artorius in the distance, and her figure was reflected in her blue eyes inherited from Morgan.

"I want to know whether my assumption is right or wrong."

[You realize that Gawain has also begun to waver in his own thoughts under the influence of the rumors and the actual situation of the wheat fields outside the city.]

[He needs an opportunity to make some changes.]

[However, having seen Artorius's strength, this is undoubtedly an extremely risky act.]

[But you also realize that this is a great opportunity to find out more information about Artorius—after all, the ruffian just now was too weak.]

[You acquiesced to Gawain's behavior.]

[He started walking towards the stone platform.]

As the eldest son of Ian and Morgan, Gawain's status was destined to be not low from the moment he was born.

In addition, he himself behaves as decently as his father.

So at the moment of leaving the queue, he quickly became the focus of everyone's attention—this is one of the best elite knights in the city.

Step—

Step—

Step—

The knight's boots made a crisp sound of footsteps on the ground of Camelot.

Gawain came to Artorius.

"Hello, sword puller, I am Gawain." He introduced himself politely.

Artorius did not answer Gawain immediately, but looked him up and down.

"Polite conversation."

"Appropriate collocation."

"Well-trained physique."

"Gawain, you are an excellent knight."

"Then—"

Artorius took off the sword on her waist and handed it to the other party.

"Use this sword to fight me."

"..."

Gawain didn't expect Artorius to do this at all.

"This is your sword, right? Is it a bit unreasonable to use your sword to fight you?"

"Yes." Artorius did not deny Gawain's words.

"This is indeed my sword."

"But—"

"It is also the sword your father gave me."

"What?"

Gawain didn't expect this kind of thing at all.

"This is the sword my father gave you?"

"Yes." Artorius nodded, "In this case, you should have no psychological pressure, right?"

"..."

Gawain glanced at Artorius, then at Ian in the crowd.

He realized that this might be a real thing.

The Artorius in front of him has an extraordinary relationship with his father.

"I understand."

Gawain took the sword from Artorius's hand.

"Then—"

"I'm going to start."

"Come on."

[Artorius held the Sword in the Stone with both hands.]

[This is a sign that she is serious.]

[You can feel that the moment this sword was pulled out by her, it also gave her some extremely heavy cognition, so that the feeling given to others was completely different.]

[You realize that Gawain is going to have a hard fight.]

"Father's sword..."

Gawain held the sword, feeling a little emotional.

But the emotion didn't last long.

Because he noticed that the sun was only a short distance away from climbing to the high sky symbolizing noon.

"Here I come!"

Gawain directly announced his intention to attack, and then began his attack.

This time, Artorius did not wait like before.

She also launched an attack forward.

Clang!

Although it was daytime, the sparks from the collision of the two swords were clearly visible.

This is a visually stunning picture.

Gawain, who is several times stronger than Artorius, actually stalemate with her in place!

The onlookers began to discuss.

"Did you see that? That person looks so thin, but he can actually fight Gawain head-on?!"

"Yeah... how much strength does that take?"

"It's terrible, even a gorilla can be stopped!"

"Hey! What are you talking about?! Be careful Gawain will come back to settle accounts with you later!"

However, Gawain had no intention to care about those things at the moment.

His attention was completely focused on the situation of the swords facing each other.

This is the first time he has encountered this kind of thing.

But—

He felt that he had found something.

That's right.

This is the strength that a king should have!

If he can't even beat himself, what qualifications does he have to be called a king!

The king's sword should be wielded with such power!

"Drink ah—!"

Gawain raised his father's sword and chopped down heavily—this is a powerful blow!

Clang!

The sword from his father collided with the Sword in the Stone.

Everyone felt the texture brought by this collision at that moment, and even some children began to cry.

But the result is obvious.

Dark clouds drifted by.

Crack—

Crack—

Cracks appeared on the blade held by Gawain, and then spread all over the sword like a snake.

The mark broke.

The sword shattered.

What remained on Gawain's hand was only half of the blade.

The onlookers were dead silent.

You know, in a knight's duel, breaking the opponent's sword, especially the sword that was chopped down like just now, means a suppression of strength.

Gawain lost this duel.

"I lost." Gawain admitted his failure very frankly.

"You are indeed very powerful."

"Okay." Artorius looked at the other party coldly.

"As a knight, being able to use that kind of powerful swing is already a very shocking existence for me."

"But—failure is failure."

"Then kill me." Gawain was very calm, "Wasn't it said that knights can't be killed just now? Now that I'm a knight, you should be able to do it."

"Kill you?"

Artorius took back the Sword in the Stone.

"I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"I just want to prove—I'm not afraid of your challenge."

"Give me that sword back."

"Ah?" Gawain looked at the half of the broken sword in his hand.

"But it's already like this."

"It doesn't matter, just give it back to me."

"...Understood."

Taking the half of the broken sword, Artorius held it.

Just as Gawain was wondering what he was going to do with it.

Artorius walked directly towards Ian beside him in Gawain's sight.

Then—

He pointed at the half of the blade in his hand, said something to Ian, and after receiving a reply, he hugged the other party directly.

Gawain was dumbfounded.

Artorius was as majestic as a lion in the previous second, but in the next second, she leaned on her father's arms as docile as a girl.

This is very strange just from the gender perspective, right?!

Father, what did you say?!