This is My Heroic Path

A handsome knight stepped forward, and everyone made way for him.

Sun Knight, Gawain.

The hustle and bustle just now quieted down, and people had high expectations for this knight. He is the embodiment of incorruptibility, he is humble, his sword skills are very good, and his sunny smile always makes people feel good about him. It can be said that among the many knights, Gawain is one of the knights who are most expected to draw the sword in the stone.

Looking at Gao Wen who was stepping up to the Sword in the Stone, An Zhiyu looked at that gentle smile and couldn't help but sigh: "You're so handsome."

Then, I felt the strange gaze cast by Morgan.

"What's wrong?" An Zhiyu asked suspiciously.

"No... I'm still wondering why you don't feel my temptation. It turns out that you like this type—"

"Where did you go, Sister Morgan?!" An Zhiyu interrupted Morgan, and gave her a big white eye.

Didn't expect Morgan to be a corrupt girl? ?

While the two were talking, the sword drawing ceremony over there had already begun. Gao Wen's smile restrained a little, he clenched the hilt of the sword, and then tried to pull the sword out of the giant rock with all his strength.

But to people's regret, Gao Wen failed.

Couldn't even shake the sword in the stone.

Gao Wen smiled helplessly: "It seems that the real king is not me."

After speaking, he looked in Morgan's direction, gave helpless eyes, and immediately turned and left the crowd.

Immediately afterward, the next knight came one after another. An Zhiyu watched Gao Wen leave. At this moment, the corner of his eyes could not help but be attracted by the two people not far away.

Merlin, and Artoria.

Even if he couldn't hear their conversation, An Zhiyu could still imagine what kind of conversation was going on there.

Artoria's distorted expression because of panic, there is no doubt that Merlin must be saying something that shakes others.

No, it's not wavering, it's just telling the truth.

"Once you pick up that sword, you will no longer be a human being until the end. Not only that, but if you pull out that sword, you will be hated by all human beings and meet a tragic death."

Merlin's voice came from Arturia's ear. If words alone can't make people imagine what the so-called misery would be like, then when such a scene really appeared in front of them, no matter how A tough character will probably be afraid.

A scene appeared in front of the girl's eyes. It was the future map constructed by Merlin in Altria's consciousness in the form of video. It was the final ending she would usher in after becoming a king.

No matter how you struggle, once you pull out the sword in the stone, you will end up with a lonely and tragic death... This will be the ending.

This is a prophecy, and it is also a predestined destiny.

But she nodded firmly in fear.

—even when she was nodding, her face was full of fear.

Pull out the sword in the stone and become king, build a more peaceful country, recover lands occupied by alien races... maybe there will be someone who can do better than her.

She also had this idea.

but--

There is no such person, at least not yet, King Uther is dead, now there must be someone who can take on this burden, pull out the sword, kill the self that was feared in the past, and live for people...even if in the end It doesn't hurt to fight alone.

The slightly trembling body gradually calmed down, and Artoria's emotions gradually stabilized. Then, she took steps towards the sword in the stone.

Merlin stared in Artoria's direction, and nodded in distress, "This is a very difficult and dangerous road, but since you have already made a decision, then exchange your most important things, King Arthur—"

Merlin was stunned suddenly, and even Arturia who was walking towards the Sword in the Stone was also stunned.

No matter what you do, you are destined, the so-called struggle is just a part of fate, you think you are fighting against fate, you think you have deviated from the fateful ending, but in fact... you are just walking another branch A fork in the road, and that fork in the road leads to... still this ending.

This is a desperate fate.

But now the thread of fate is distorted, as if shrouded in a cloud of fog.

"You are more determined than before." Morgan Le Fay said in a low voice.

"Because I saw a moving scene." An Zhiyu said, "I can probably understand why you want others to draw the sword in the stone."

"Can it be done?" Morgan asked.

"I can't do it." An Zhiyu said.

"I have to do it too!"

"Anzhiyu?" Artoria exclaimed softly, as if she couldn't understand why he even participated in this king's election.

"Who is this person?" The knights discussed in a low voice.

"I remember that I was training with Kai every day as an apprentice knight, right?"

"Does he even want to pull out the sword in the stone?"

"Maybe it can be done?" Some knights who had a good relationship with An Zhiyu retorted unconvincedly.

"Whether you can become a king has nothing to do with whether you are an apprentice knight or not."

The knights were discussing in low voices one after another, while Kai on the side silently watched the scene without saying a word.

Not only Kai, but also Kai's father, Sir Hector, Aggavin, Bedivere and others are also watching that direction silently.

Merlin stared at An Zhiyu for a moment, then spread his hands, "Well, since you don't believe it, then give it a try."