This is My Heroic Path

Artoria: "..."

"Can't you do it?" An Zhiyu gave Arturia a sideways look, "Since this is the case, let's go to rest honestly, you have been busy all day today, and since you are not the king now, there is no need to do that every day. You've trained hard, so go get some rest."

After hearing this, she no longer hesitated and nodded, "Then thank the king—"

The voice stopped suddenly, and when she noticed the dissatisfaction in the gaze of the boy opposite, Arturia had a charming and lovely smile on her face: "Thank you."

***

After Artoria left the room, An Zhiyu finally got a piece of peace. He raised his hand, the power of the runes appeared, and a faint green light enveloped one of the arms, slowly healing.

After a short period of healing, An Zhiyu felt that the soreness in his arm finally eased a little.

Sitting on the head of the bed, looking at the surrounding environment, he suddenly felt unreal.

You said it so well, why did I pull out the sword in the stone and become King Arthur...

But if it comes, it will be safe, and now it is meaningless to think about this kind of thing, what needs to be done is to integrate the tribe as soon as possible, and then drive away the alien race completely.

Before that, you still have to improve your own strength.

Speaking of which, I happen to be short of a suitable sword... This chosen sword is quite suitable.

An Zhiyu picked up the chosen sword that was placed next to him. This sword looked quite slender and gorgeous, but just holding it in his hand gave him a very special feeling.

but--

There were a lot of stone debris on the sword, and it looked a little dirty.

"I have to find time to clean up these debris..." An Zhiyu murmured to himself.

"I wonder if I can use treasures like curry sticks now?" An Zhiyu suddenly thought of this matter.

Think about the other people who all have nirvana skills, such as the spear that pierces through the death thorn, the spear that pierces the death thorn, the sword that turns the wheel of victory... and so on.

Seems like I'm the only one who's always been reckless?

If there is a stronger nirvana, maybe the master will be surprised in the future, right?

and also……

Can the Chosen Sword engrave runes?

If possible, this sword should be able to become stronger, right?

When An Zhiyu was thinking about this kind of thing, he swung his sword again, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.

For some reason, he always felt that something was urging him when he was holding the sword.

Could it be that I can really use this sword?

He tried to infuse magic power into the Selected Sword, and the Selected Sword, which was ordinary just now, suddenly lit up with golden light.

An Zhiyu hurriedly put away his magic power, and the light of the selected sword disappeared.

I was shocked, it really works...

An Zhiyu looked at the chosen sword and thought for a while.

Go out to the garden and try it out.

Thinking of this, he stood up and was about to walk out of the room.

But as soon as he stood up, the wonderful feeling just now disappeared.

"Why?" An Zhiyu looked at the selected sword in his hand, with a puzzled expression on his face.

He found that even if he instilled magic power into the selected sword, it could no longer light up.

"Are you trying to say why you can't use the power brought by the chosen sword?" A certain voice came from behind.

"Yeah, I still had that wonderful feeling just now, but now it's gone..." An Zhiyu replied staring at the sword in his hand.

"The sword of choice can only release its true power when the holder is able to implement the correct actions or he is a perfect king... If you just want to use it to do experiments to confirm its power, it is meaningless. "The voice behind him then sounded.

"That is to say, the power of the selected sword can only be released during the real battle?" An Zhiyu nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly paused.

Turning around suddenly, a woman with blond hair was lying on the bed and waving her hands with a smile on her face, "Good evening."

"When did you come in?!" An Zhiyu seemed to have seen a ghost.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't realize when there was an extra person behind him.

"Hmm... If you have to talk about it, it's probably the first few minutes?" Morgan Le Fay said lazily while sitting by the bed.

She obviously looks like a very mature woman, but now she is playing with her hair casually with her fingers, which looks a little cute.

"Please go through the main entrance next time..." An Zhiyu complained, "Have you notified the tribe?"

"Well, I let Vortigern go." Morgan Le Fay crawled behind Anzhiyu, his plump body leaned forward, pressed Anzhiyu's back, and put his hands around his neck, "I also informed the tribal kings and invited them to Camelot King City to discuss repelling the aliens in three days."

An Zhiyu felt that his back seemed to be supported by some kind of softness. He turned his head and took a sneak peek. The plump pair had been deformed on his back, and the red mark on his chest was also slightly deformed. The way it looks, it looks very exciting.

"Look at me working so hard, shouldn't I be rewarded~?" Morgan Le Fay's seductive lips were slightly parted, and there seemed to be a sweet smell in the air.

"award……?"

"After all, people work so hard, shouldn't they be rewarded?" Morgan Le Fay rested his fingers on An Zhiyu's chin, and put his lips close to An Zhiyu's face, and his mouth seemed to exhale a charming fragrance.