[48] I Am Soloing Him

Even though the Sword of Selection ceremony had concluded.

The knights had not dispersed.

As if to dispel the gloom brought by that person.

In the town, a lively celebration was held.

On the square, barbecue, bread, and fruit wine were all laid out.

Under the sunlight, knights laughed and toasted, reveling in merriment.

As if in tacit understanding.

No one dared to mention that taboo name again.

Why was the Sword of Selection ceremony held in such a remote town?

The knights finally knew the answer now, because this was the small town where Lady Artoria grew up.

In the future, it would surely become a place of scenic beauty.

So, the knights eagerly engraved their names on the rock where the Sword of Selection stood.

It was also a form of leaving an eternal mark.

Although the most regrettable thing was... the heroine of the celebration was not present.

"I'm going to find Merlin, Kay, and check on his injuries..."

Looking at his sister, who had now declared herself as the king, still smiling gently and speaking softly, just like before.

Compared to the past, it seemed like there was no change.

However, Kay, staring into her eyes, keenly sensed the sorrow and exhaustion rippling in the deep green lakes.

"Don't go, Lily, rest for a while..."

Kay couldn't help but advise.

"That idiot with white hair brought this upon himself!"

Thinking about how much trouble Merlin had caused in recent years and how many times he and Lily had covered for him.

Kay felt the urge to swear.

Damn, he dared to sleep with the Duchess, and not only did he sleep with her, he even used his name. Can't Merlin act like a human being?

This guy really didn't seem human.

So now that Merlin was disfigured, Kay was happy.

As long as he didn't die, he wouldn't feel sorry for that idiot with white hair. Let him continue to flirt with women for another day and mock himself for not having any luck with women!

In these years, not to mention Alvin.

Kay himself had harbored the intention to kill many times.

If Merlin's conscience was truly dead, Kay felt that he would mourn for about three seconds, not more.

The golden-haired youth tore off a large piece of barbecue and chewed it fiercely, as if it were nightmare meat.

Feelings... not as good as Alvin's.

"I think what Alvin said is true."

Looking at his sister, Kay's tone was very serious.

"He even voluntarily disclosed his own identity... I'm telling you, he has no reason to lie to you, Lily."

"I still recognize my friend... do your best to fight for it."

Hearing Kay say this, Artoria... didn't know how to respond, so she just smiled.

The knights around them silently averted their gaze.

Kay sighed.

Hey, it's really true, scolding is a form of love.

Kay thought that scolding Alvin every day had almost turned into affection.

After traveling for a few years, he scolded Alvin for a few years.

Originally thought it was a just execution of justice, now it seemed awkward.

Fortunately, Alvin didn't know.

But now that his identity has been exposed, he still wants to be friends... but this might not work.

But, having been a friend of the son of Vortigern for a few months, damn it! Kay thought this title would last a lifetime...

"Well... let's talk about those undecided matters later, Kay, I just want Merlin to answer me in person."

Artoria tightened her grip on her palms.

The Sword of Selection was now held in her hands, perhaps stained with the blood of incubus.

If that truth... is as Sir Alvin described.

She didn't mind staining it again.

"I have some questions that must be asked of him..."

"If those things are true, I won't forgive him in my entire life..."

"Sir Alvin is still waiting for me. Without clarifying things with Merlin, I can't give Sir Alvin an answer."

Leaving these words behind.

Bathing in the noon sunlight, the golden-haired girl left without looking back.

Now, only the Knights of the Round Table were left drinking in the square.

Because of their identity, they naturally occupied the central position.

Knights occasionally came up to introduce themselves, but they all left reluctantly under their anxious gaze.

Just using alcohol to dispel sorrow.

All the Knights of the Round Table were thinking about that person.

Earlier, when that person walked through the crowd.

The Knights of the Round Table, who held their breath, heard the conversation between Kay and that person.

And the dialogue between him and Lady Artoria was also heard.

The relationship between them made people's minds wander.

The oldest in the group, Percival, couldn't help but speak up.

"He's the son of the vile king... Kay, have you known him for a long time?"

"He's my lil bro."

"Pfft-"

The wine that the Knights of the Round Table had just drunk spurted out, splashing each other.

Damn, you take the son of the white dragon as a lil bro, you're more awesome than Vortigern.

"Strong, invincible, Kay." Gareth gave him a thumbs up, "You dare to brag about this, aren't you afraid of Vortigern cursing you..."

"I really didn't brag, you guys just don't believe it."

Kay remembered the calm and comfortable time back then and couldn't help but sigh.

Kay has been friends with him for a long time, and besides, he's younger than him, so it's not wrong to call him a lil bro right?

Damn... he really wants to eat the meal cooked by Alvin.

Listening to his solemn tone, it actually didn't seem like he was pretending.

The Knights of the Round Table couldn't help but start asking for details.

"We agreed to be friends first, and after a while, we became sworn brothers. I often flaunted his grilled fish back then."

Kay described the scene when he first met Alvin, of course, omitting the part where he was beaten up.

As he recalled, those melancholic things couldn't help but well up in his heart.

That peaceful life could never be returned.

Thinking about such things, Kay couldn't help but sigh, holding his forehead.

He hasn't suffered much, but Lily...

She is the one who has been hurt the most.

"I see..."

After listening to Kay's simple narrative, the usually silent Agravain suddenly spoke.

"So, since you guys are so familiar, how strong is Alvin exactly? Do you have any idea, Kay?"

That's right.

This is the question the Knights of the Round Table are most concerned about.

They have personally experienced the oppressive feeling brought by that person.

Even Sir Gawain, who has three times the normal knight's stats, finds it hard to suppress the opponent's darkness, despite the brilliance of his holy sword.

Fighting him... today, blood will inevitably flow like a river.

Alvin Pendragon, this person is destined to be the enemy of the Round Table, how strong is he really?

Facing everyone's expectant gazes.

After careful consideration, Kay gave a very fair evaluation.

"We are about even. I soloing him quite often."

"???"

Hearing this statement, everyone couldn't hold back.

Kay was known for his ability to brag, and they were accustomed to his boasting, which was fifty times stronger than Vortigern's.

For the first time, he said that someone could go even with him?!

What kind of concept is this?

Thinking of this, they felt a shiver down their spines.

Even Sir Gawain, who was easily suppressed by that person, couldn't hold his sword, so this guy is even ten times stronger than Sir Gawain?

"I really don't know..." Kay shrugged helplessly, "I haven't really fought him."

"This question, you should ask Lily. They used to be inseparable, practicing swordsmanship every day..."

"They've sparred with each other, I've seen it hundreds, if not thousands, of times. The final results are heartwarming."

Kay's words finally made the Knights of the Round Table feel a little uplifted.

"Could it be that even this monster, Lady Artoria can suppress him?!"

"Watch your address, Gareth! Now she is our king!"

"That's right, it seems that only our king can suppress the son of white the dragon."

Tristan strummed the strings of his harp, sighing and saying,

"Defeated by the king hundreds or even thousands of times, that guy didn't give up. He is indeed a respectable opponent..."

"Uh, you guys seem to have misunderstood something..."

Kay scratched his head and hesitated to reveal the truth.

"...Lily has never won even once."

"..."

Kay, you son of a b*tch!

The Knights of the Round Table rushed up and beat Kay on the ground.

The golden-haired youth patted the dust off his body, sat up, and continued to drink and eat meat. It was just a playful scuffle, they were used to it.

The expressions of everyone suddenly became worried again.

But, looking at it from another perspective.

This seems to be quite heartwarming?

The king lost thousands of times but never gave up!

It's worthy of being her majesty, easily accomplishing what we cannot!

...A crimson petal fell onto the cup, floating on the surface of the wine, gently rippling.

Everyone, feeling something, raised their heads, and the figure of the magus of flowers slowly walked out of the falling flowers.

"Merlin...!"

"Merlin, are your injuries okay?!"

The knights all stood up and looked at him.

The magus's face was as beautiful and flawless as usual, with a gentle and spring-like smile on his face, but his figure seemed a bit illusory and dim.

The Knights of the Round Table could see that this was an illusionary clone since his facial injuries couldn't be fully healed, he had to use a clone to show himself?

"Don't worry about me... I've sent Lily away. I came here to call everyone, do your best to kill Alvin."

"He's waiting for Lily alone in the outskirts. Knights, this is a rare opportunity for us."

Speaking in such a soft and gentle tone, Merlin smiled.

That gentle voice carried the sinister and vicious content, reaching the ears of every knight present.