Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 47 A Group of Insects

[At the age of 18, after two years of traveling, you returned to Maple Ridge with Altria. You have completely grown into a vigorous adult man, but your strength has reached a bottleneck. If there is no great opportunity, there is probably no room for further growth.]

[Altria is 13 years old, and her strength has surpassed that of a first-class Heroic Spirit. She can probably beat three to four Sirs Hector, but she was defeated by a brown-haired uncle next to Hector.]

['My name is Lancelot' - the uncle said with a smile. His martial arts were unmatched. Even Altria, who had A-level intuition, was still no match for his superb martial arts.]

[Although Artoria cannot beat Lancelot, it doesn't matter. You happened to pass by and were dragged by Artoria to compete with Lancelot... and by the way, you can severely dampen Lancelot's arrogance! ]

[You don't understand the ways of the world when competing with the future king. What are you going to do in the future? Are you going to split this country? ]

[You were very helpless and thought this was a meaningless contest, but you would not refuse Altria's request, so you casually broke off a branch and began to fight with this powerful knight who was known for his martial arts skills that were unmatched in Britain for an era.]

[So you broke Lancelot's sword, the powerful treasure you got from the lake fairy, in five rounds.]

[“Knight of the Lake, not bad.” You praised from the bottom of your heart. After all, Merlin, known as the British Sword Master, was defeated by you in just three rounds, but Lancelot lasted five rounds. He is worthy of his name of Infinite Martial Arts! ]

[“How is it possible?” Lancelot’s incredulous look makes you feel particularly happy. His sword, the Indestructible Lake Light, is the same as the Sword of Promised Victory, the holy sword entrusted to humans by the lake elves.]

[Because of the same origin, its toughness is even comparable to the Sword of Promised Victory. The blade is engraved with elven characters. The characteristic of this sword is that it has a blade that shines like the lake water under the moon and will never be destroyed.]

[Merlin appeared at some point and acted as a narrator, telling you and Altria the origin of this holy sword.]

[Purity? Is it useful? ]

[You threw the branch aside and looked at Lancelot, who seemed to be in a daze, with calm eyes. You knew that this person would no longer pose any risk to Altria's kingdom.]
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"Your Majesty Vortigern, Sir Eyre wishes to see you."

A court wizard said to Vortigern very respectfully.

The white dragon lazily opened his gray vertical pupils and asked casually, "Aier? Is he the loser who doesn't even have a territory and was expelled by his own people?"

"Tsk~ This loser is worse than Hengist!" Vortigern sneered, "He was actually frightened into running away in panic by a ranger using the name of Kelar. What's going on? Are there no warriors left in Europe? Are all those who came here cowards and losers?"

Well, I used to think Hengist was such a loser, as Kelar defeated 70,000 people alone... Now look at others, they are not even as good as Hengist!
"Your Majesty Vortigern, he is here to offer you advice and provide you with intelligence on the rebels."

The court wizard lowered his head and said, "According to Sir Al, those peasants have become powerful. Not only he was expelled, but up to now, more than half of the lords under your command have been killed or expelled..."

“Is this true?” Vortigern finally became interested. He stood up and said, “It seems that Al is not the only loser who came to see me this time, right?”

"..."

The wizard said nothing, obviously agreeing.

Futigeng waved his hand and said, "Okay, let these rubbish get out of here."

After a while, a number of people entered Vortigern's palace. They were no longer as glamorous as before, and looked exhausted. Al looked even more miserable, with only scars on his body besides his weapons. "Your Majesty Vortigern..."

Just as Al was about to cry, he was glanced at by Vortigern. Suddenly, his hair stood on end and cold sweat broke out, and he couldn't say anything.

Vortigern's pair of cold, vertical pupils like dragons and snakes swept across the entire audience, causing everyone to shudder. The white dragon said, "Al, do you think that by bringing a bunch of trash to see me, you can be exempted from the crime because the law does not punish the masses?"

"You are a cowardly fool. You are not even as good as the hound Hengist. You are just a stupid rabbit with a dull mind at best!"

Vortigern said in a cold voice: "Have you been frightened by two rangers pretending to be Kelar? You actually abandoned the territory and ran away without any resistance or even confirming the identities of those two people?"

"Do you know, according to my rules, what will happen to you for such a crime?"

Originally, Vortigern was too lazy to kill the waste Al himself. After all, with his status, if he went to great lengths to hunt down a person, wouldn't that be granting him the supreme honor?
It would be better if Kelar could be asked to chase and kill him personally.

But I was too lazy to kill him. It was different from him running towards me seeking death. Since I saw him, I might as well just crush him to death.

Al was also very upset. Why didn't he confirm it at that time?

That person said he was Kelar, but he didn't even have time to pack his things before running away...

Little did they know that it was Fu Fu who was behind this. Although the little kitten was flattened in Kelar's hands, it was still the three-eyed strange cat that gave King Arthur a headache, and it was a beast with the principle of comparison.

Fu Fu has a peculiar ability. As long as what she says is the truth, the other party will believe it without a doubt. Of course, ordinary people cannot lie in front of it. After all, it is a comparison of who is stronger, not who can brag more.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Al wanted to argue, but Vortigern was too lazy to listen to him. The Son of the Gods waved his hand, and a dark circle like the abyss appeared under Al's feet, and then he was swallowed up.

The white dragon that devours light and shadow, Vortigern's magical abilities are not outstanding, but the dragon's innate spells are much more powerful than many magics.

Coupled with the inherent magical power of dragons and the etheric magic that is inhaled and exhaled between breaths, these nobles who have a family background in magic and have some knowledge of magic are able to despair.

This is simply not a monster that humans can fight against. In British mythology, dragons are super mythical creatures that are equal to gods!
"Don't you have anything else to say?" After killing the coward who made him unhappy, Vortigern turned to look at the others: "Tell me, how did you get driven out of the territory by those mud-legged people?"

"..."

Under the gaze of Vortigern's cold vertical pupils, no one dared to speak first.

Vortigern sneered: "Why is no one talking? Are all my subordinates insects like you?"

(End of this chapter)