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

: The Witty Master Has Seen Through Everything

“This is a fight that doesn’t have to go on.”

This is the judgment made by Scathach.

When she realized that the Artoria she was fighting with was not a real enemy, but a machine called 【King】, she immediately stopped the attack in her hand.

She no longer wants to fight with Artoria like this~.

Because in her eyes, Arturia, who is a machine, is actually not that different from the stakes in her training ground.

That blade didn’t have any sustenance, it was just repeatedly slashing and slashing, and it couldn’t bring her any surprises at all.

So, she chose to stop.

“My opponent is not you.”

Scathach said in a very determined tone.

She didn’t know about Char, let alone that the current Char was hidden in the holy sword in Artoria’s hand.

But at the same time, she was sure.

There must be another personality or soul in the body of the blond girl in front of her.

That beam of light that can illuminate even the Kingdom of Shadows is still engraved deep in her heart, and she will never forget it for a long time.

And now she is the “shadow” following that light.

“Let him out.”

“I’m going to fight him.”

Scathach said by name.

But it made Xiaya in the holy sword very nervous.

“Hey, doesn’t this old woman also have the ability to communicate with weapons?”

He quickly asked Xiaoguang.

Faced with this question, Xiaoguang no longer needs to ask those twoMagic Gun’s opinion, too.

“No, she doesn’t communicate with weapons.”

Xiaoguang said very seriously.

But such an answer could not reassure Xia at all.

because–

“She’s a weapon in her own right.”

“And, it’s the sharpest, sharpest weapon.”

Looking at the Scathach in front of him, the Scathach, who has always been expressionless, showed a very moving look:

“She cultivated herself into a gun.”

…

“Skathach is a gun”

Shaar was not surprised by this seemingly absurd result.

——Well, it’s very normal for an old hag like this who has lived for an unknown number of years, no matter what kind of mess she makes.

No fuss.

But at the same time, Artoria was confused by Scathach’s statement.

She admits that there is another spirit inside her – and that this spirit once fought a battle for her.

But the problem is that Artoria doesn’t know at all how she is worse than Shaar.

Are you afraid to face the power of the gods?

But that’s not her fault.

The suppression of mystery is absolute, and a high-level mystery is able to suppress a low-level mystery.

On the contrary, there is no mystery at all, and it can not be affected.

Apart from that, how is Xia better than her?

Is it a fighting technique? Or the intuition in battle?

“impossible.”

Artoria shook her head silently.

It’s not that she looks down on Shaar.

But in this case, Xia Ya, who had hardly wielded a weapon before, absolutely couldn’t do better than her.

Of course, Xia also agreed with her opinion.

But the problem is-

“In that case, why did she ask you to come out and fight by name?”

Arturia asked suspiciously.

As for this question, Shaar’s answer was also very sincere.

“I do not know either.”

“But I think you should be able to ask her.”

“She should give you an answer.”

…

Facts have proved that Shaar still understands Scathach.

Although this BBA who has lived in seclusion in the country of shadows all year round is indeed a little narrow-minded and too vengeful.

But if someone asks her a question, as the [Teacher of the Brave], she will teach them correctly without reservation.

“Because there is nothing in your sword.”

While talking, Scathach raised the spear in his hand.

Those are two dark red magic spears—but if you look carefully, you will find that these two long spears are actually weapons made of ordinary iron.

The dark red on it was dyed red with the blood of the enemy.

This is also the origin of its “magic gun” title.

These two weapons, bathed in the blood of countless enemies, are indeed “unknown” magic soldiers.

“I have used these two weapons to kill monsters, humans, and even gods.”

“And among these two weapons, all my emotions are entrusted.”

“Whether it’s joy, anger, sorrow, or joy.”

“Still fear, surprise, hesitation, excitement.”

“Or passion, honor, pride.”

“Even all the love and hate.”

“In these two weapons, everything about me is injected.”

“But what kind of faith do you place on the blade in your hand?”

“What are you swinging your sword for?”

…

“What are you swinging your sword for?”

This question was directly asked Artoria.

——Because she never felt that this would be a problem.

… … … … …

From the moment she picked up the sword, she was aware of the responsibility on her shoulders.

She will defeat Vortigern, end the rule of humble kings, and maintain the last glory of the Age of Gods.

“It’s about swinging a sword for victory.”

She was almost about to say the answer.

However, at this moment, Artoria suddenly realized something like this:

“For victory?”

“…No, isn’t that a matter of course?”

This is her true state of mind.

She is indeed pursuing victory, but this pursuit is not [desire].

Because the result is already in front of her, she only needs to reach out and touch it, and she can easily pick the fruit called “Victory”.

She was “created” because of a special mission, and she took the responsibility of saving Britain as a matter of course, became the king of Britain as a matter of course, and then won one victory after another as a matter of course.

Each of these “taken for granted” runs through the entire life of Arturia Pendoragon.

But now.

If all these “natural” are removed and Artoria returns to a pure “individual”.

“My life… is empty?”

Artoria murmured.

Under Scatha’s reminder, at this moment, she has discovered such a terrifying fact:

If she is not the king.

Then the sword in her hand will be meaningless.