I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

The breeze came slowly, and the sunny blond hair fluttered with the wind, and she nodded without looking back.

"Gnivale has shown me the true attitude of the king. He is the true king. If I can, I want to make him king. But since the responsibility of the king belongs to me, I will move towards Gnévre. Move forward with the appearance of the king!" Altria said, and then the horse left without looking back.

…Actually, at that time, she was scared in her heart.

It's not that I'm afraid of my end, but I'm afraid of whether this decision is right.

Chapter 27 I drew the sword in the stone! [Third more]

After Shilang and Kai walked through the farmland, they saw the fence surrounding Tyler Bill.

Today, Taylor Beer’s atmosphere is indeed different from the past.

Everyone headed impetuously to the Stone Mountain outside the town.

The children rushed out noisily.

The adults' eyes flashed with expectant expectations, and they hurried to Shitoshan.

Shi Lang and Kai quickly followed.

Someone acquainted on the road greeted Shirou: "Oh! Isn't this Gurneyville? Are you here too? That's fine, you are also a trainee knight under Sir Ektor's banner, and maybe you have a chance to pull out the stone. In the sword, become the king!"

Shi Lang smiled and responded to him, but he didn't care.

The Sword in the Stone had already been predetermined, and a spell was cast on it, and no one could pull it out except Altria.

Shi Lang and Kai strolled over, and the people who met them greeted Shi Lang one after another.

This made Dekai very depressed. Asashiro couldn't help but asked, "You obviously only stayed here for a year, and you still haven't spoken for nearly nine months. Why do they all say hello to you?"

Shi Lang pointed to Kai's mouth and said with a smile, "Because I don't have a bad mouth."

Kai was stunned for a moment, and then he was full of black lines.

I don't know why, except Shirou and Altria, he wants to smell bad. Especially when facing the white-haired magician, I most want to ridicule.

The two followed the flow of people, along the road, all the way to Stone Mountain.

Stone Mountain is a spectacle outside Tyler Beer

From a distance, it looks like a square stone, much like marble, not enough to call it a mountain.

But it is said that there is a mountain buried under the stone, so it is called the stone mountain.

But at some point, a golden sword with a sword body out of its sheath stood on the stone mountain, shining brightly under the sunlight.

At this time, an old man dressed as a priest came out.

"It's the Archbishop of Cantrebe!"

"The Archbishop of Cantrebe is here!"

"Today, it is finally time to choose the king's successor from among the knights!"

...

The crowd was agitated.

Even if the northern kings formed a battle line and blocked Vortign and the Saxons from the front line, the crisis of survival has been oppressing the British people, and people's hearts are filled with fear.

Especially after the death of King Uther, this fear became even greater.

Fortunately, at that time, Merlin predicted that someone would inherit the legacy of King Yousef and defeat Vutikeng, which made the people feel less stable and waited for the king to appear.

The knights were also relieved by this prophecy, and they were impetuous thinking that it would be themselves who was chosen as the king.

At this moment, the day of selection has finally arrived!

The Archbishop of Cantrebe stood on the stone mountain, looking at the impetuous knight, and loudly declared: "The successor of King Uther has appeared today! This character is the next king of Camelot! He is from the Red Dragon. Incarnate, he will assemble the Knights of the Round Table, defeat the White Dragon, and unify Britain! And today, he will appear here! Now--, draw the sword! This sword is the holy sword that calls for victory, more important than blood Proof of a true king! Whoever can draw this sword, who-- is the destined king of Britain!"

"Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

...

The knights shouted, staring at the sword in the stone with scorching eyes.

As long as they pull out that sword, they can be king!

The appointed day has arrived, and the sword-drawing ceremony has arrived.

Archbishop Cantrebe stretched out his hand and pressed it down, and the voices of the surrounding people gradually fell back, looking at him with scorching eyes.

Archbishop Cantrebe said: "Now, let's pray. After the Mass, we can begin to draw the sword."

Everyone was doing Mass, only Shi Lang smiled without saying a word, neither disturbed nor prayed, which seemed a bit strange, but at the moment everyone's eyes were on the sword in the stone, and no one cared.

After waiting for everyone's mass to end, the knights were eager to try.

After the Archbishop of Cantrete said that after the ceremony began, the knights rushed forward one after another, trying to draw the sword in the stone, but in the end they went down one by one.

The people gathered around the king's choice and were fascinated by it.

They looked at the knights with serious expressions, putting their hands on the hilt of their swords and pulling them out vigorously. As a result, the holy sword did not move at all, and finally they could only leave with their heads down.

There are knights who have not given up on challenging several times.

There are also knights shouting "something must be wrong with this."

There is also a knight who seems to be able to lift up the entire rock, proud of his strength.

But it's a pity that no one can pull out this sword of violence.

There was no trace of Merlin, the legendary great magician who guarded Britain, either.

The knights were lost one by one.

And it is not only them who are lost, but also the people who have witnessed everything.

Does this country have no knights with the King's Certificate?

Does Britain have no future?

Then again, is Merlin's prediction correct?

Uneasiness began to permeate.