The Most Gorgeous Son

With a greeting from Z, Artorius responded.

Ignoring the subconscious 'wow' of admiration from those around and the sound of swallowing saliva, he calmly walked toward the group of Artorias.

Facing hundreds of eager 'mothers' who seemed like they would swallow him whole, the Dragon Emperor remained undaunted.

Handsome and elegant, he embodied every word used to describe male beauty, and it seemed as if they had been lavishly piled upon Artorius without restraint.

For ordinary women, his allure was unparalleled, akin to a fairy tale prince—platinum hair, sparkling eyes, and a handsome visage that no artist in any era could replicate. His tall figure was perfectly complemented by his frostsilver armor. All these elements combined to create the world's most handsome man—Artorius.

For regular women, it was a deadly allure.

For the Artoria Species, it was exponentially fatal.

When discovered by Z, Artorius did not react completely passively; he stood firm.

His response was to proudly raise his chin, fearlessly surveying the Artorias with a look that showcased his best, most handsome, and most attractive side, magnifying his advantages to the extreme.

Violence was never the best solution against the Artoria Species.

Artorius was undeniably powerful, almost god-like, and not inferior to anyone present.

But in the end, he, along with XX, Morgan, and Mordred, were only four against the three organizations of Artoria Species, numbering in the hundreds. In a real fight, XX, Morgan, and Mordred would be overwhelmed in no time, and Artorius would undoubtedly be ruthlessly beaten down, pinned to the ground, and then subjected to a beating in turns.

So, he made the right choice.

But how effective was his approach?

"!"

"Kyaaa—!!!"

"Artorius?!"

"Artorius?!"

"My boy!"

"My darling son!"

The effect was exceptionally good, as good as it could be.

Whether it was the Dark Rounds, the Order of Avalon, or the Heroines.

The hundreds of Artorias present had crossed the entire galaxy, transcending the gaps of time and space, waging wars, and battling each other, for what?

Wasn't it simply because of the son who stood before them?

They repeatedly argued that Artorius was their most beloved son—ignoring the feelings of a few Mordred Subspecies.

But before this, how many of them had truly seen the living son?!

None.

Before this, none of them had seen the real Artorius. They had only dreamed, fantasized, and sensed him in the depths of their minds. In the ethereal void, they had regarded him as their spiritual haven, as the brightest sun in their hearts.

In countless sleepless nights, in countless miserable and dreadful experiences, amid wars, battlefields, and lonely interstellar journeys, it was 'Artorius Pendragon', the greatest treasure of all Artoria Species, that had inspired them, accompanied them, and helped them overcome one difficulty after another.

So now, the living Artorius had stood before them. His appearance, his conduct, his physique, everything matched the fantasies of the Artoria Species, and even exceeded them.

In this situation, the excitement of the Artoria Species was beyond imagination.

Many Artorias were so excited that they wanted to rush forward, to pour out their lovesick feelings to Artorius. They wanted to tell him just how much they loved him.

During the time they hadn't met him, they had yearned for him intensely.

They wanted to express all their emotions, the long-accumulated feelings and words, and three days and nights were not enough.

Some of the Artorias with shallow emotions teared up, while those with more sensitive emotions wailed and cried. The scene suddenly became very chaotic.

"Don't cry." Artorius looked at the Artorias gently.

Artoria Species was one of Artorius's favorites, and when one piled up good things, there was even more goodness. Having hundreds of them together might be a nightmare for his empire's logistics department, but for him, it was paradise.

If Artorius could be with so many Artorias all the time, he might even feel that conquering the world, or even the universe, didn't matter.

Artorius looked at everyone calmly with gentle eyes.

He was professional, so even in front of hundreds of people, he remained calm. Surprisingly, it was the Artoria Species who got nervous.

"We have plenty of time. Let's find a more spacious place and share our feelings one by one. Don't worry, unless I'm completely exhausted, I'll satisfy each one of you..."

As Artorius said those words, he looked like the kindest shepherd, preparing to take his little lambs to the pasture, However...

Space Lion King, Ex, and Z, the three god-level Artorias pointed their weapons at him together.

Holy lance and holy swords were all ready to strike, as if ready to start a fight if Artorius disobeyed.

"The matter isn't resolved yet, Artorius. Don't think you can get away with it~" Z said with a sly smile as if she were avenging the earlier humiliation.

What surprised Artorius was that, while Z was obviously up to something, it was understandable since he had teased her before. But why were the other two stopping him?

He wasn't familiar with Space Lion King's demeanor. That dignified motherly look made Artorius wary, so he decided to leave her aside for now.

But Ex was definitely an acquaintance. On the battlefield of the Fourth Holy Grail War in the future timeline, they had promised to eat sweets together. Why was she stopping him now?

"Artorium is still increasing?! What the heck is happening?"

When Artorius was still pondering, XX let out a surprised shout.

The Artoria Species who had almost been led away by Artorius like little sheep also calmed down. Although they felt sorry for him, they didn't dare to make eye contact with him and made their choice with their actions.

They moved and were standing behind their respective leaders of the Artoria Species.

Artorius's attempt to get them peacefully had failed.