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

Special Attack on Knights

Artoria left at night.

When the people in the village were still immersed in the joy of the festival, she had already stepped into the deep darkness and moved towards the next goal.

She was originally a vigorous and decisive person, and once she made up her mind, she would complete it in the shortest possible time.

As for the next thing… there is actually nothing to say.

Although the knight named [Boss] and the soldiers under his command had great doubts about Artoria who arrived at the front line against the Saxons alone.

However, when the destructive light cannon appeared in front of everyone and abruptly knocked down half of the mountain, the knight and his subordinates wisely shut his mouth.

In the face of this absolute violence, gender has no meaning, age has no meaning, and the number of people has no meaning.

“Liya, do you need my help?”

“If it’s possible, I’d be very grateful, Your Excellency Char.”

For Artoria, this is just a small battle.

Not even a “war”.

She just took a shot and destroyed a fortress that Boss and others had spent three full years but failed to conquer.

In Artoria’s eyes, such a “battle” is really nothing.

After all, on this island called Britain, there are eight thousand if not ten thousand fortresses built by the Saxons.

Her only goal is to kill the humble king who brought in the foreign race—at this moment, she naively believes that only by solving that guy can the problem of the foreign race be completely resolved.

As for the remaining enemies… In her eyes, no matter how many they had, they were nothing more than small fights.

…

Arturia’s battle ended very quickly.

But what she didn’t expect was that the finishing work of the battle was a very long process.

Realizing that they seemed to be facing an invincible enemy, those Saxons who survived chose to act on their own instincts.

Of course they ran away.

In line with the plan of “one who can run is one”, a large group of robbers scattered all over the mountains and plains.

But it brought considerable trouble to Boss and his soldiers.

In the face of these aggressive guys, of course they will not let the tiger go back to the mountain, they must try their best to capture these escaped Saxons

But the speed at which they dispersed was too fast, and the surrounding terrain was too complicated.

And the manpower under Boss was not enough to support him to carry out a large-scale mountain closure operation.

Therefore, although Boss is already working hard to capture prisoners.

But under such unfavorable conditions, he still allowed about 20% of the Saxons to escape.

“Feel sorry.”

“This is my fault.”

Artoria, who learned of the final result of the battle, sincerely apologized to Boss.

She is a perfectionist.

Speaking of which, she clearly had a better method, and was able to wipe out all the robbers in the bunker without missing a beat.

However, because of his own inexperience and his contempt for these enemies, he formulated wrong tactics and failed to accomplish his mission.

This is naturally her negligence, and she naturally has to reflect on it.

But, what Artoria didn’t know was.

Faced with her sincere apology, Boss was taken aback.

——He, who didn’t know Artoria’s pure character, thought she was making use of the problem to accuse him of not doing things well.

After all, Arturia had completely defeated the enemy’s battle-ready heart with her own strength.

Such a record… no matter what angle you look at, it is impeccable, let alone blameless, right?

In contrast, it was obvious that they, the “backup” soldiers, were slow to react and failed to shrink the encirclement in time, which allowed a large number of Saxons to escape from the gap.

If you want to blame him, you should also blame him for improper command and ineffective combat, right?

However, after repeated confirmations, Boss discovered that Artoria was actually seriously reflecting on herself, without any meaning of accusation or scolding at all.

“What a pure soul this is.”

He praised it from the bottom of his heart.

…

Artoria, who ended the battle, did not leave the battlefield immediately.

Because according to the previous employment agreement, what Artoria got here was not just the money and food provided by the princes and kings.

In addition, after the battle is won, she will naturally have a share of the spoils.

Boss was actually quite embarrassed about this.

After all, everyone has seen it too.When fighting, they actually didn’t exert any strength at all.

To say they were waving the flag would be an insult to the word “cheerleading”.

On his own initiative, he planned to distribute all the spoils of this battle to Artoria.

But was rejected by Artoria’s righteous words? Since, Xiao* said & group [9! 8; 0, 2>0, 5.~8-5/6 stay, stay.

She believed in chivalry, abided by the ancient spirit of the contract, and took only half of the spoils that belonged to her as a matter of course.

This fair approach gave Boss a deeper understanding of this self-proclaimed knight girl.

“Not only powerful, but also decent.”

Bowes said he would be happy to become friends with such a person, and even fight side by side.

Even, if one day Artoria needs something, he is willing to raise his troops to follow Artoria and attack those enemies facing Artoria.

He had reason to believe that a person as powerful as Arturia with noble character would never wage a war that was not in line with the spirit of chivalry.

Of course, in addition to the above reasons. Being able to win battles with Artoria is also an important reason why Boss is willing to follow her.

If you can win while lying down, who would want to kill C?

“Ding, your number of followers +1”

In Arturia’s consciousness, Shaar, who had nothing to do, was playing the role of the system.

He saw Boss’s adoring gaze, and confirmed that this knight was not young. He has truly bowed to Artoria’s war skirt and is willing to die for her.

It’s just that the current Artoria is not in the mood to care about such things.

Because now, a new question appeared in front of her:

“Ah, these Saxon captives . . . shall I share half?”

“But what am I going to do with them?”.