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

This Demon Sword Is Too Upright

This is not a complicated story.

Even, it’s a bit simple.

If it can be summed up in one sentence, it is that the souls of the traversers fell into the sword-making furnaces of the goblins.

The careless goblins did not discover this.

——Or maybe they found out, but they didn’t say anything about it.

Goblins who always like to play tricks, simply make mistakes. Forged a well-endowed King’s Choice Sword into a magic sword with personal will.

“When a weapon has its own selfishness, it can no longer bear the name of [Holy].”

“And such a weapon… is naturally the so-called magic sword.”

Facing Arturia’s question, the sword spirit named Char answered honestly.

He never had the idea of ​​deceiving the king.

Because he knew that this king with the blood of the red dragon on his back had an extraordinary intuition that was almost like cheating.

Of course, in addition to this, the more important point is:

“This is my living king, the living Artoria Pendragon!”

“Such a lovely Arturia, how can I have the heart to deceive her?”

“I won’t be as disrespectful as that flower magician!”

Yes, that’s right.

In the previous life, Xia Ya was also a real king chef.

And now, even though he was unlucky enough to be forged into the King’s Choice Sword by those damn goblins.

But thinking about it in a blink of an eye, he had the opportunity to get along with Arturia day and night, and never separated even when he was sleeping.

——This is a treatment that even Arturia’s queen, Guinevere, cannot enjoy.

The so-called blessing and misfortune depend on each other, luck and misfortune, maybe it is really only in this thought.

Just, now.

Although Xiaya was convinced that meeting Arturia was definitely a blessing in misfortune.

But now he has to tell Arturia another very bad thing:

“That…you should know, right?”

“I am a magic sword… and the magic sword can affect the mind of the sword bearer.”

Looking at Artoria who was already in deep thought, Shaar explained to her what was about to happen in a very slow, but quite clear voice——

“I can give you considerable power.”

“This power can help you kill any enemy—yes, that’s right, including the White Dragon King Vortigern you’ve been thinking about day and night.”

“But as the price for obtaining this power, your body will be occupied by me, and your soul will be eroded by me.”

“In the end, I will completely replace you and usher in rebirth in your body.”

“So, if you don’t want to be like that, you can put me back in that stone.”

“With your ability, even without me, if you work harder, you can defeat Vortigern.”

“As for me… I’ll just wait here for the next destined person.”

“It can be as if nothing happened between us.”

The soul hidden in the sword of the king, said frankly.

And already prepared to be rejected by Artoria? Since then, Xiao * said & group [9! 8; 0, 2> 0, 5.~8-5/6 stay, stay, ready to be inserted back into the rock wall again.

to be honest.

At this moment, Xiaya’s heart is actually quite regrettable.

He was fused into this holy sword and left in the warehouse for ten years. I really want a human body to breathe the air that symbolizes freedom again.

And Arturia’s body… was indeed the most perfect body he had dreamed of.

She was created by Merlin with the method of [conceptual conception]. She is a human being on the surface, but in fact she is a real dragon.

She has vitality, attack power, and defense power beyond imagination!

In addition to being able to eat a little bit, thisThe concrete body has no shortcomings at all.

There is no doubt that such a body can definitely bring Shaar an extremely bright future.

It’s just, it’s a pity…

The person with this body is called Artoria Pendoragon.

No matter what, Xiaya was unwilling to cheat, let alone hurt a little girl.

——Her life was miserable enough, and the lie named “King” was like a cage, tightly locking her fate, making her restless until she died.

As a real royal chef, Xia no longer wanted to add fuel to the fire.

…

Let’s not mention this magic sword that is both happy and worrying.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After listening to Shaar’s explanation, Arturia fell into all the confusion before.

“Magic sword?”

This is the key message she captured first.

At the same time, various legends about the magic sword also appeared in her mind.

Among these legends, the most famous is undoubtedly the magic sword that burned the whole world in Nordic mythology, Levatin.

According to legend, it is a magic sword that has never suffered any defeat. The flame giant took it and started killing on the world tree, beating the gods to ashes and annihilating them, announcing the arrival of Ragnarok.

And now—

“Is this also a magic sword?”

Imagine what Levatin would look like when he destroyed the world.

Then look at the King’s Choice Sword that exudes a bright golden light in his hand.

It is really difficult for Artoria to link it with the so-called “Magic Sword”.

After all, this golden light is so noble no matter how you look at it.

In addition to this, the more important point is that.

“Is there a magic sword that will take the initiative to reveal its identity and remind the master to pay attention to itself?”

Artoria stretched out her left hand, caressing the blade of the sword, feeling the cheerful emotion coming from the edge of the sword, but the doubts in her heart deepened.

Relying on that extraordinary intuition, at this moment, she can fully feel that there is no falsehood in what Shaar said to her before, and they are all heartfelt words.

But then again.

Precisely because these were Shaar’s heartfelt words, on the contrary, it made Arturia feel a little incapable.

If it is the real, insidious and cunning magic sword. Artoria, who is born smart and has a sense of justice, has ten thousand ways to see through its plots and tricks, and completely destroy it so that it cannot harm others.

But, now.

When Xia was open and honest, he almost showed Artoria his underwear.

This immature king who has always demanded his own chivalry has to admit the following thing:

“Even a magic sword can admit his identity frankly.”

“But I’m still hiding it. For ten years, I have disguised myself as a man, and I have never dared to show my true colors.”

“I’m not as good as a magic sword?!”.