62. Despicable people have their own ways.

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 [You begin to fulfill your promise. ]

 [The first thing you did is secretly spread highly targeted rumors in Camelot. ]

 [The core of this is the doubt about Artoris drawing his sword. ]

 [After all, she looks so petite on the outside, and she doesn't look like someone who is capable enough to do such a thing. ]

 "Father, the public opinion in the city is probably like this."

 Gawain reports the information he has collected to Ian.

 "There have been a lot of comments like this recently."

 "Most of them were suspicious of Artoris pulling out the sword - they felt that this was a wrong king's election."

 Ian was secretly happy in his heart, but still maintained restraint on the surface.

 "And what do you think of this statement, my child?"

 "..."

 Gawain was silent for a while, and then he replied respectfully:

 "Since Father has approved the drawing of the sword that day, I will never have any complaints."

 "only--"

 "Just what?" Ian looked at the knight in front of him, "Gawain, if you have something to say, just say it directly. It's just you and me here, no one else will know."

 "Father."

 Gawain's voice seemed a little tangled.

 "Unlike what they think, I don't think it's ridiculous for Artolis to pull out his sword."

 "In fact, I can feel that as we challenge the blade, it is also choosing us."

 "Gawain."

 Ian looked at Gawain who expressed his thoughts.

 "So what you're saying is that even though you tried so many times and finally lost this opportunity, you have no complaints about it?"

 "It's not that I have no complaints, but I think there are things I should do more than complaining."

 "..."

 Ian patted Gawain on the shoulder.

 "Gawain, you have the excellent qualities that a knight should have."

 "But retreat first, I still have things to do now."

"Yes."

 [You watch Gawain leave. ]

 [You realize that although your rumor did have an effect, it was not as perfect as you imagined. ]

 [You feel like you need to know how your children feel about this situation. ]

 [The first person you find is Gaheris. ]

 [He is the younger brother of Gawain, the second oldest among his siblings. ]

 "Gaheris."

 "Father."

 "Gaheris, what do you think of the remarks in the city?" Ian said straight to the point.

 "..."

 Gahoris was silent for a while, and then gave his opinion.

 "Father, rather than thinking about such issues at the moment, I would rather judge what is right or wrong at this moment through future deeds."

 "Continue to be right and correct mistakes. This is the principle you taught us."

 [You realize that Gaheris's thoughts are somewhat similar to Gawain's. ]

 [But compared to Gawain who has no doubts, he seems to have his own set of judgment standards. ]

 [You let him leave. ]

 [You brought Agravain over. ]

 "Father."

 "Agravain, you seem to have never expressed your opinion."

 "But this time, I want to hear your thoughts on the rhetoric around town."

 "Meaningless."

 Aqiwen answered Ian's question almost without hesitation.

 "Why do you think so?"

 "Tell me, son."

 "Because it is a sword destined to be opened only by one person."

 Agravain looked at his hands, as if he was remembering something.

 "Father, the moment I touched it, I realized this."

 Like Gawain, Agravain participated in the attempt to draw the sword.

 It's just that the time he tried before and after might not even be enough to take a breath.

 "So son, do you think this method is reasonable?"

 "Maybe it's reasonable, maybe it's not reasonable, but as long as it can keep Britain going, then I don't have any objections."

 [You realize that Agravain is far more mature than you thought. ]

 [He will neither admit his thoughts directly like Gawain, nor maintain a wait-and-see attitude like Gahoris. ]

 [What he is pursuing seems to be the more profound survival of Britain. ]

 [You let him leave. ]

 [You brought Gareth over. ]

 [She is the youngest sibling. ]

 "Father!"

 Gareth came to Ian in front of him.

 "You've searched for all my brothers, but now it's my turn?"

 The youngest one is always particularly easy to be favored

 Gareth's lively look made Ian couldn't help laughing and patted her head.

 "Yeah, it's finally your turn."

 "Tell me, what do you think of these remarks in the city?"

 "Well--"

 Gareth turned her head slightly, squinted her eyes slightly, pursed her chin, and it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

 "We should be Camelot..."

 "Stop."

 Ian shouted, interrupting Gareth's already inconsistent words.

 "Gareth, this is not what you originally wanted to say, is it?"

 "Eh?!"

 Gareth's eyes widened in disbelief.

 "Father, how did you know?"

 "Because this is not the tone you should have at all." Ian looked at his little daughter.

 "Who taught you to say that?"

 "I can't say it!" Gareth waved his hands, "Otherwise brother Gawain will scold me!"

 "It turns out it was taught by Gawain."

 "Eh——?!" Gareth was shocked again, "Why didn't you say anything, father, you already knew?"

 "It's not important. Why did he teach you to say that?" Ian asked.

 "Because Brother Gawain said..." Gareth began to read, "If I tell my true thoughts, you will definitely scold me."

 After hearing this, Ian became a little interested.

 "So Gareth, what did you originally want to say?"

 "Well..."

 "Say it, I won't be angry."

 "That's it-" Gareth poked his finger.

 "Father, isn't there a saying that says, 'No matter how barren a wheat field is, as long as enough seeds are sown, it will produce plump ears of wheat'?"

 "So, I think the root of this problem lies with you and mother."

 "You see, you and mother are both very good people. In fact, apart from me, brother Gawain and the others are indeed very powerful people."

 "I think——"

 Gareth looked up at Ian with stars in her eyes.

 "If I could have more younger brothers and sisters, then there would definitely be someone who could pull out the sword!"

 "This way, you don't have to worry about this problem!"

 I have to admit that Gawain is indeed right.

 Gareth's speech was completely unreliable, the kind that just hearing it would make you think there is something wrong with this person's thinking.

 However, since you promised her not to be angry, you must keep your word.

 "Gareth, I understand what you mean. What you said does make some sense."

 "Huh~" Gareth breathed a sigh of relief.

 "I'm just telling you! Brother Gawain's worries are unnecessary! Father, how could you be angry because of these few words?!"

 [Gareth leaves full of energy. ]

 [You thought about all the previous conversations by yourself. ]

 [You realize that rumors are not a panacea. ]

 [Everyone has a different view on rumors, and they may not all go in the same direction. Your children are the best proof. ]

 [You decide to take something more radical and mean. ]

 [You need to make others clearly aware that the appearance of Artolis may not be a good thing. ]

 Inside the magic workshop.

 "My Lady, is it possible to do what I said?"

 "Certainly."

 Morgan answered directly without the slightest hesitation.

 "If it only temporarily makes those magic seeds ineffective, it won't be any difficult for me."

 "But then-"

 Morgan looked at Ian in front of her, with a little more worry in her blue eyes.

 "You should know what it means to those civilians."

 "Yes I know."

 There was a bit of regret in Ian's firm eyes, but it was only for a moment.

 "So absolutely no one should be allowed to understand that this matter has anything to do with you, the Queen."

 "I will bear the blame for this alone."

 "..."

 Morgan walked up to Ian, stood on tiptoes slightly, and left a shallow kiss on his weathered cheek.

 "Ian, you really are my best pawn."

 "It should be so, my Lady."

 [You learned from Morgan how to stop the magic seeds. ]

 [Hidden talents have been replaced by a heart of absolute devotion: Compared with using your talents in more upright places, sacrificing your own conscience for Morgan seems to stimulate your abilities more. ]

 [Talent magic enhancement has been activated: On the basis of what Morgan provided, you further optimized it, making the shutdown speed even more amazing. ]

 [You know you are despicable now. ]

 [But this is your only way to resist this scam. ]

 [Magic seeds begin to stop. ]

 [The influence of the decline of the Age of Gods quickly spread in the wheat fields outside Camelot City. ]

 [The wheat fields began to appear in large areas with black ears that had never been seen before. ]

 [This is a process that cannot be reversed by simple manpower. No matter how much watering is done, it will not help. ]

 [You further manipulated the rumors in Camelot City and combined them with facts. ]

 [Soon, some people who didn't know the truth connected this phenomenon with Artoris's drawing of the sword. ]

 [This is exactly the result you want. ]

 "It must be because the wrong person drew the sword!"

 "That's right! This never happened before! The quality of our wheat is very good!"

 "There is a problem! There must be a problem!"

 Once a habit becomes natural, take it away completely.

 No matter who it is, there is absolutely no way to accept this.

 [You further expanded the chaotic situation. ]

 [More and more people are looking for you who once worked hard without complaining. ]

 [You pretended to listen to their demands, but secretly you deliberately made the situation go in a more extreme direction. ]

 [You act as a good guy on the surface, but you are also the biggest villain. ]

 [Finally, the situation you need appears. ]

 [It began to spread among the fed-up knights that they would not acknowledge the draw of the sword - they rejected the man who had brought disaster to Camelot. ]

 [You realize this is the perfect opportunity. ]

 [You and Artolis meet again. ]

 On the streets of Camelot, Ian and Artolis were walking side by side, looking a little intimate.

 Resentful eyes flickered in the houses on both sides of the street, staring at Artolis alone.

 Ian knew everything in his heart, but on the surface he still had to ask questions knowingly:

 "Artolis, they seem to be looking at you."

 "Mr. Ian, I know."

 Artolis's eyes scanned the surroundings, but there was no trace of sadness in his green eyes.

 "They think it was my drawing of the sword that caused the corruption of the wheat, so they have such eyes."

 Ian felt the sweetness of his successful resistance.

 But he also knew that this was not the time to be proud.

 "Then Artolis, you must be feeling very uncomfortable now, right?"

 "No."

 Artolis turned her head and looked at the man next to her who was much taller than her.

 She smiled.

 That was the smile she should have at her age.

 "Mr. Ian, actually I don't feel bad."

 "Before I pulled out the blade, I heard the voice coming from the sword. It told me that I would gain a lot and lose a lot."

 "So--"

 Artolis looked at Ian in front of her. There was a bit more deep emotion in the green eyes.

 "Now that, what I can get is in my hands."

 "I really should bear the loss."

 "What's more, I don't think it was the disaster I caused."

 "So I'm not going to feel bad about it."

 Artoris, or Artoria, said it very frankly.

 This is the exchange and oath she made with the blade in her hand.

 Now it will be shown to Ian without reservation.

 but--

 Arturia didn't know one thing.

 That is, the more she confessed about the extraordinary exchange between herself and the sword in her hand, the more Ian could feel the tingling sensation coming to his face.

 Hard work and dedication are meaningless in the face of an established scam.

 How ironic is this?

 Ian's nails almost dug into his palms, and his expression was filled with a bit of hatred.

 "Mr. Ian, what's wrong with you?"

 Seeing Ian's appearance, Artolis held his hand with a worried look on his face.

 "Is it because you have to bear these gazes with me that it makes you uncomfortable?"

 "If that's the case, I'm really sorry!"

 Irony is really irony.

 But Artolis's worries are indeed genuine.

 Ian was in a complicated mood and had to change the topic.

 "Artolis, that's not the case."

 "I just want to know how you plan to solve these problems - you can't just ignore them, right?"

 "You said this."

 Artolis breathed a sigh of relief.

 "Then Mr. Ian, you can rest assured."

 "I already have enough countermeasures."

 "The magician named Merlin promised to help me solve the problem of wheat outside the city."

 "As for these knights in the city—"

 The girl's eyes broke away from Ian, and then she suddenly became indifferent.

 Under everyone's gaze, she stepped onto the stone platform where the sword blade had been.

 The girl raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at the blue sky above her head.

 "The knight's problem should be solved by the knight's method."

 "If any of you have any objections to me——"

 "Then challenge me with your blades."

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