I, the sword in the stone, want to take the knight king

: The Day the King Was Born

At the end of the fifth century AD, in a town in the southwest of the British Isles.

This is an ordinary small town.

The buildings in the town are a bit crude, except for a small church made of stones, there are simple sheds built with wooden boards.

Outside the town, there are large tracts of undeveloped land.

The half-meter-high weeds swayed slightly under the breeze. The golden sunset shines on them, looking from a distance, it looks like golden waves.

And now, in this golden wave.

The girl named Artoria Pendragon stood here, quietly looking at the holy sword stuck on the rock wall.

This is a beautifully shaped long sword.

Gold symbolizing nobility and blue symbolizing calm are intertwined to form the hilt of this holy sword.

The sword body is very long, even a little slender, and with the two rubies inlaid at both ends of the hilt, at first glance, it often gives people the feeling of a flashy work of art.

—Of course, it’s not wrong to say that.

“After all, it’s a weapon made by goblins, and it’s normal to have an exaggerated shape.”

“But please don’t underestimate it because of this. If it is in the hands of a real king, it can exert a power no less than that of the Holy Sword of the Stars.”

The Flower Magician standing behind Arturia explained with a smile.

Regarding this, Arturia was noncommittal.

After all, she had never touched a real holy sword—not even a real sword.

When she was at her adoptive father’s house, she always used a wooden sword for training.

Naturally, she couldn’t understand what the [Holy Sword] meant.

But at the same time, Artoria knew that she had the qualification to draw this holy sword.

Or, to be more precise. Her previous fifteen years of experience were all prepared for drawing out this holy sword.

As the illegitimate daughter of the former king, she was fostered in a loyal and reliable knight’s home, and learned to disguise herself as a man, learn swords, learn state affairs, and learn to abandon her self-feelings as a human being.

And all of this is for her to successfully pull out the holy sword that symbolizes the status of “King” today.

【The one who pulls out this sword is the king of England】

Putting her hand on the hilt, Artoria saw the inscription engraved on the sword.

The wise flower magician wants to announce the return of the Red Dragon King to the island in this way, but for the girl who is about to become the king, this sword is not a [proof] or a [reward] at all.

It’s an actual curse.

“Have you thought it through?”

“If you do take that sword, you will cease to be human.”

“Even, you will be hated by everyone, and you will meet death in infinite misery.”

Looking at the right hand that was already grasping the hilt of the sword, the Flower Magician standing behind Artoria issued a final warning.

Or rather, a prophecy.

At the same time, with the voice of the flower magician, the image of the future was also conveyed to Artoria’s mind, allowing her to see her tragic fate.

——For the flower magician with half of the nightmare blood flowing in his body, this is an easy thing to do.

But even after seeing such a tragic future, Arturia didn’t hesitate at all.

She tightly grasped the hilt of the sword that accidentally fit her hand, and let the power in her body rush into the holy sword crazily.

That is the magic power in Artoria’s body; it is the mystery that she should have as the Red Dragon King, but it has been hidden in her body before that, and cannot be released.

Now, all of them are absorbed by this holy sword that symbolizes the status of “King”.

And at the same time, as a response to this power and mystery.

“Ugh—”

The sword body, which was originally gleaming silver, gradually changed color.

The golden color, which symbolizes royal power, gradually appeared in Artoria’s sight.

【The Golden Sword of Victory (Caliburn)】

As a proof of approval, the name of this holy sword appeared in Arturia’s mind.

However, Artoria was a little surprised.

It wasn’t just this name that appeared in her mind.

There is also a very unfamiliar cheerful voice——

“Yo, hello!”

“Arturia Pendragon.”

“My name is Char.”

“Very happy to see you.”

…

The holy sword has a spirit.

Artoria learned this principle from Merlin very early on.

Even Artoria knew. The holy sword not only has a spirit, but also chooses the master.

In layman’s terms, there are often a lot of restrictions on the holy sword, and only those who meet these restrictions can become the master of the holy sword.

Moreover, it is only “temporarily” becoming the master of the holy sword.

If the owner of the holy sword does something against the will of the holy sword, the holy sword will be broken automatically, or the existing one will be discarded directly.the master.

In the original history, Artoria’s sword of choosing the king was broken by herself because of a duel that violated the spirit of chivalry.

In other words, if the user of the holy sword can always adhere to the “rules” of the holy sword, then he will be able to unleash unparalleled combat effectiveness.

——That’s why Merlin said that in the hands of a true king, the King’s Choice Sword would burst out with a power not inferior to that of the Holy Sword of the Stars.

There are strengths and weaknesses among weapons, but what really determines victory is the firm will that will never waver.

It’s just that Artoria is a little confused now.

“Are you… the sword spirit of this sword?”

Arturia asked cautiously in her heart, trying to communicate with the voice that just appeared in her mind.

But after getting an affirmative answer, Artoria still couldn’t believe it.

“The holy sword has a spirit…is that what it means?”

She stared blankly at the holy sword that she had already held tightly in her hand, and for the first time in her blue eyes showed the confusion and incomprehension that she should have at her age.

In Artoria’s mind, a holy sword with self-will and a holy sword that can speak are two completely different things.

The former is just a slightly special treasure, while the latter…is clearly a real living being, okay?

However, what Artoria never expected was that.

In the next moment, the sword spirit of this holy sword also revealed a very bad news to her:

“That… I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

The strange voice sounded in Artoria’s mind again.

However, compared to the joy just now. This time, there was a bit more apology that came from nowhere in the voice:

“Actually, I’m not a holy sword at all.”

“???”

“I’m actually a magic sword…”

“!!!”.