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

: Coaxing Brat

This happened in the middle of the night, close to dawn.

When the iron-headed baby Mordred didn’t know how many times he got up from the ground, and didn’t know how many times he charged towards the sword in the stone that symbolized royal power.

“Wow—”

I saw that the holy sword that originally emitted a golden light emitted a royal light that was more dazzling than the sun.

After feeling the power contained in this majestic light, an impulse to kneel almost instinctively rose in Mordred’s heart.

Because it is the light of kingship.

As a subject, she should submit.

But at the same time, as the “Rebellious Minister”, MoDredd stubbornly resisted the urge to kneel down and pay homage.

This is her instinct.

Since she was born, she has been given the mission of “Killing the King”, and she will not be afraid of any king.

Even, quite the opposite.

After knowing the identity of the opponent [King], her mood will become even more excited.

“Oh, did you finally respond?”

Looking at the holy sword in front of him that completely illuminates the night.

There was an unconcealable excitement on Mordred’s face.

After working hard all night, she finally got results.

However, just when she was going to work harder and try to pull out the holy sword before dawn.

“Why are you doing this?”

Suddenly, a serious voice sounded in Mordred’s mind.

——but it directly frightened the brat.

I saw her take a few steps back quickly. One hand was touching the hilt of the sword at his waist, while his head was shaking rapidly, observing the surrounding environment.

As a knight of the round table, she is still on high alert.

However, when Xiaya saw her reaction, he just wanted to laugh.

“The British version of Ye Gonghaolong is probably nothing more than this?”

He complained silently in his heart.

But on the surface, it still maintains that sacred solemnity, just like a sage who has attained the Tao.

“I was still rushing just now, why are you hiding now~.?”

Xia Ya continued to ask.

And this time, Mordred finally understood the source of the voice.

“You are……”

She raised her head abruptly, and looked at the sword in the stone that was inserted into the ground in front of her, emitting a dazzling golden light.

A face that was ninety-nine percent similar to Artoria’s, but in just three seconds, it showed a complex expression of excitement, joy, fear, uneasiness, and astonishment.

And at the very end.

“Ugh.”

She sighed leisurely and put her hands on her forehead.

“Could it be that I was knocked stupid and hallucinated?”

“…”

Looking at Mordred who suddenly calmed down in front of him.

Sometimes, Xia really can’t tell the difference.

Is this brat really stupid, or is he just pretending to be stupid.

…

There is no doubt about Mordred’s IQ.

Except when eating and slashing people, she can show her keen instincts like a wild beast.

At other times, she was not much different from a beast.

——All in all, she is just a beast in human skin.

She is not good at thinking, and she is too lazy to think.

Compared with her brain, she prefers to use her intuition to make judgments.

To put it bluntly, her approach is “naive and straightforward”.

To put it bluntly, it is a tendon from top to bottom.

However, in Xiaya’s eyes.

Mordred like this still has advantages.

At the very least, dealing with someone like her doesn’t require so many twists and turns.

Just say what you have.

If she talked about something that was too complicated and mysterious, she would not be able to understand the key information because of her lack of IQ.

Therefore, in front of Mordred, Shaar did not hide the slightest, and said bluntly:

“You can’t draw the sword from the stone.”

——Note that the “pull” here does not refer to the playful scene in front of you.

It refers to the [Election of the King] that took place in the courtyard of a church in a small town on the British Isles at the end of the fifth century AD.

That was a ceremony specially prepared by the God of Destiny for Artoria.

From the environment, props, and even the chaotic knights around, as well as a certain magician who was watching the show in the dark…

All of this is a stage designed by fate in advance.

And on this stage, the knight girl named [Arturia Pendragon] is the only protagonist.

Under the circumstances at that time, it was absolutely impossible for another person to be able to lift the kingly holy sword specially made for Artoria.

If it is explained by the noun in the game, it is [exclusive item, only XXX can use it].

Therefore, from the very beginning, Mordred’s wish was an absolutely impossible wish.

No matter how hard she tried, it was absolutely impossible to pull out the holy sword that symbolized the Chosen King of Britain.

“What you need to know is that she is not called the Chosen King because she pulled out this holy sword.”

“It’s because she is the chosen king that she can pull out this holy sword.”

It is very important to understand the cause and effect of things.

But at the same time, the more important point is——

“And, I think so, too.”

“You don’t need to draw the sword from the stone to prove your qualifications as a king.”

Seeing Mordred whose mood suddenly became depressed, Shaar’s tone suddenly changed.

Knowing Mordred’s character, he understood very well.

Under such circumstances, what method should be used to awaken the fighting spirit of this brat.

“The real king is (the king’s) who will never be limited by a sword.”

“Those kings who want to rely on [Mandate of Heaven] to prove themselves are all false kings who are not worthy of virtue.”

“Besides, I also have reason to think. As the child of the King of Knights, you should be better than her.”

——Well, yes.

The focus of this sentence is in the second half.

“Should be better than the King of Knights.”

“Should be better than the King of Knights.”

“Should be better than the King of Knights.”

“…”

in just a few seconds.

Xia Ya’s words completely replaced the curse of the British demon concubine.

This sentence is like a lighthouse.

It illuminated Mordred’s chaotic head.

“Do you really think that I can be better than my father?”sex? ”

she asked excitedly.

In a pair of green eyes, there seemed to be twinkling stars.