"actually……"

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by little King Arthur gently waving his hand.

Staring blankly at the blood-red full moon in the night sky, King Arthur wondered if King Arthur at this time also thought of his twelve companions because of this scene.

"if……"

There was a popping sound, and cold liquid slid down gently and touched the fingertips.

"If I could have met Nai earlier..."

"If I could have heard Nai's words earlier..."

Muttering like this, King Arthur gently turned his head and looked up.

Looking back, a little bit of crystal light, like gems, splashed in the air.

The long golden hair shawl danced in the breeze, covering half of her face in a hazy state.

For a moment, this face that was exactly the same as Artoria's seemed to become blurred and gradually turned into an unfamiliar face.

It is a face with the same beauty as Artoria, more majestic, more calm, and confident, just like the scorching sun in the sky, unreachable and invisible. Facing such an existence, there is nothing but bowing your head and surrendering.

Law.

At the same time, she is even more indifferent, aloof, and decisive than Sister Sharna. She overlooks all existence. It is a strong momentum that can only be condensed by killing hundreds of millions of lives. It is hidden deep in the heart. Once it breaks out, it can be held high.

The blood-stained sword in his hand would make even a demon tremble.

With the contradictory titles of Queen of Mercy and Queen of Killing, she seems to be an enhanced version of the perfect combination of two completely opposite queens, Artoria and Sister Sharna.

Is this... the real King Arthur?

I was stunned by this beauty and power, and it took me a long time to react.

Maybe... it's true as she said, everything will be different.

But, unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

So, King Arthur, please understand my desire to protect you even if I am against you. I don’t want to follow in your footsteps and only regret it if I miss it.

"Yes..."

At some point, little King Arthur jumped back to sit on my shoulder, stretched out his little hand, and gently stroked my cheek, like a blind man touching an elephant, trying to confirm and remember something on my face.

Same.

Then, she said this.

"Yes, I passed the test. I am Ben Ang's mount."

I:"……"

Ah, it turns out it was just a probation period before. I understand, I understand, you bastard!

Who can understand my sadness when being treated as a mount and subject to a probation period?

"Ben Ang has decided!"
Chapter completed!