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

Utopia with a foundation

Don’t say it’s Char.

Arturia’s transformation caught the entire Holy Kingdom of Britain a little off guard.

When she, who is no longer satisfied with the “false ideal”, chooses to let go of her figure and touch the reality of this world with her own hands——

“King, the training of the army is not like this!”

Looking at the soldiers lying on the surrounding land, staggering here and there, with no human appearance at all.

As the supreme commander of the army, Boss wanted to cry but had no tears.

He didn’t know where Artoria’s interest came from, and wanted to make gestures with these recruits who had never even been on the battlefield.

He only knew that if these recruits continued to be hit by Artoria like this. They are likely to doubt all the efforts they have made before, and then doubt whether their existence is meaningful.

This is definitely not a good thing.

But Artoria showed a nonchalant look:

“It’s okay, they’ve worked hard.”

“I’m too strong, don’t blame them.”

Arturia said very calmly.

If this sentence came from someone else’s mouth, it would be a bit of a pretentious suspicion.

However, when Arturia said this sentence in a natural tone, no one would question its truth.

She just tells the truth.

At the same time, what Artoria did not expect was.

It was precisely because of her telling the truth that those veterans who had fled away in advance silently breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, it’s not that we don’t work hard.”

“It’s because the king is too strong.”

“It’s a power we can’t catch up to no matter what.”

In front of such a powerful king, why should they have those inexplicable psychological burdens?

They just need to do what they have to do.

…

The mentality change of these veterans is not an exception.

In fact, before this, the entire Holy Kingdom of Britain has been operating at a high load.

And the reason for this “high burden~.charge” is because they have a perfect king.

As the king, Artoria is a role model and has always led the direction of the country.

And as her subjects, under the leadership of such a king, these people living in the kingdom hardly dare to make any mistakes.

Their nerves have always been in a state of high tension, and they dare not have any negligence or slack, for fear of disappointing the perfect king’s expectations of them.

——At this point, including Morgan, Arturia’s own sister, is also the same.

There is no way, the pressure generated by getting along with Artoria is too great.

There is only another saint who can be with a saint without feeling any pressure.

But the problem is that the vast majority of people living in this land are ordinary “laymen”.

They can’t directly abandon the “self” like Arturia, and maintain the ideal state of the “superego” for a long time.

They have their own appeals and personalities—although most of the time, these appeals and personalities are manifested by the inferiority of human beings.

But then again.

“Isn’t the so-called human being such an ugly creature?”

It wasn’t until this moment that Artoria really understood why Merlin would comment on humans like this.

I understand better, even though they are such ugly human beings, why Merlin still looks forward to their final outcome with joy.

“Because.”

“This kind of [ugliness] is the real world.”

…

The choice of the king is closely related to the future of the country.close.

And when the king makes changes, the country will naturally make corresponding changes.

When standing in the ideal Arturia, choose to step into reality.

This Utopia, which has been floating in the clouds, has finally landed on the earth and has a real “foundation”.

In the kingdom, the originally tense atmosphere became relaxed and active at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But of course.

There are pros and cons to this shift.

Along with the mental relaxation, the production efficiency of the entire country also dropped slightly.

On the whole, it is only 70% of the original level.

At the same time, the more important point is that.

Perhaps it was because the contrast between Artoria’s front and back was too huge.

Some daring people dared to joke with Arturia.

“Want to have a glass of wine together?”

“roll!”

“okay–”

This alcoholic really “rolled” away.

And when others laughed at him, he would refute loudly, saying that he was “following the king’s order”.

For this reason, Morgan had him whipped ten times, and urgently promulgated a lot of new laws, so that the lazy men and women who had nothing to do would not chew their tongues and tarnish the king’s reputation.

But to be honest, Artoria doesn’t really care about these things.

The majesty of the king will not be damaged in any way because of the slander of one or two people.

Even, even if the whole world is on her opposite side, as long as she firmly believes that her choice is right, she will not hesitate at all.

But, then again.

Having made so many changes…has she really found her [self]?

…

Another moonless night.

It was another whisper between Arturia and Char.

But this time, she didn’t tell Xiaya the story of the past.

Instead, together with him, I recalled my mental journey during this time.

“Maybe the shift is working.”

“I’ve felt a different feeling.”

Yes, Arturia did not deny it.

Compared with before, she does have some unusual feelings now.

Fighting with soldiers, communicating with herdsmen, and even delivering a foal by hand…

These experiences made Arturia somewhat recall some happy times.

But at the same time, Arturia wanted to say more.

Such a simple joy, but it can’t satisfy her soul at all, let her enjoy (good promise good) real pleasure.

To put it bluntly, she has really grown up now.

She is no longer satisfied with this kind of superficial entertainment, but is pursuing some more advanced interests.

But what exactly is this “advanced taste”?

About this issue, Arturia didn’t know, and Xia Ya didn’t know either.

But an uninvited guest who came to the door at night knew the answer to this question.

“Little lizard.”

“Take up your weapons.”

This is a figure that suddenly appeared beside Artoria, like a real ghost.

His figure was shrouded in black mist, and his true appearance and gender could not be distinguished at all.

But relying on his familiarity with Zijia’s wife, even if the target is just a black silhouette, Xia Ya can recognize the true identity of this unexpected guest at a glance.

“Be careful.”

He whispered in Arturia’s heart:

“This is for revenge.”