Chapter 69: The One Who Scolds the King
"Ask the voice deep in my heart? Do you mean the Heroic Spirit dwelling in my body?"
His suggestion made Mash stunned for a moment. She was special. As the only "Heroic Spirit" summoned to this era in the form of an ordinary person, a very special existence resided in her body. Of course, she also knew this. In fact, although she had never mentioned anything about that Heroic Spirit, its true name had already appeared in her mind, on the tip of her tongue.
She just lacked common sense in society, but she was well-versed in the historical stories and myths of various countries and nations—twelve of the thirteen Round Table Knights were by her side. How could she not know who the only remaining one was?
[Galahad].
Standing at the seat of calamity, but the purest knight. He was chosen by the Holy Grail, and had personally returned the Holy Grail, and his soul had also flown to heaven together with it. To be in the company of such a knight, she was also very honored.
But at the same time, she was a little depressed. "I've tried to communicate with him. But... he didn't reply at all. Whether it was before or now, it's as if he doesn't exist at all. If only the one dwelling in my body was it."
She caressed the fur of the little white beast—she would rather have this cute little fellow dwelling in her body. At the very least, in the face of her call, it would from time to time let out a cute cry like "Fou."
However—
"Mmm, you want to become the jinchuriki of a Beast? What an incredible idea!"
"What?"
"No, nothing. I mean... you should ask the voice deep in your own heart. Not the advice of anyone else, but your own thoughts. You don't have to have so many scruples, just say out loud what you think is the right thing to do."
A baffling conversation. Until she left this temple, she still couldn't figure out what this somewhat mysterious man wanted her to do.
—But, it's fine. This was never a suggestion, but a reminder. A reminder that could make her "awaken" at the right time.
...
Time passed slowly in a mess. Another week passed. The various affairs in the kingdom not only showed no signs of improvement, but had become even worse. Not only the officials, but also the ordinary common people began to complain—those Round Table Knights, who clearly knew something was wrong but were still unrepentant, had messed everything up.
Finally, the king was also alarmed.
"My sirs, I suppose you also know why I have gathered you all here, right?"
In the royal palace, in the Round Table hall, this Round Table meeting room, which was usually harmonious and lively, or at least bustling and noisy, was suddenly very quiet today. The king sat at the head of the table, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a very cold gaze, as if she were looking at a group of people who were about to die.
And the other Round Table Knights all lowered their heads, not daring to meet the king's gaze. Only Mash, as a "half-outsider," raised her head and looked at Artoria's icy face, her brow furrowed.
"Bedivere—"
The king suddenly raised her voice. This made the Round Table Knight who had followed her for more than ten years subconsciously shiver and stand up from his seat. "Yes, my King!"
"I ask you, Sir Bedivere—why is this person's fine three-tenths less than others?"
"Um, my King... he is a very important merchant here. At the very beginning, he contributed a lot to the construction of our kingdom."
"Is that the reason why you reduced his fine, which led to other merchants coming over to complain?"
"..."
"Sir Lancelot, can you explain the bill for the inner treasury?"
"Um... well, I just wanted to prepare a few more things... a merchant gave a very favorable price... it's better to be prepared..."
"Is that the reason why you spent all of this month's budget in two days, which led to our food for this month being halved?"
"..."
"Sir Agravain, I ask you, what's going on with these officials' complaints?"
"My King, I am very sorry for the trouble I have caused you. But that is because they did not follow the pre-set plan. Even if there was a mistake, that is the lesson they should have learned."
"..."
Artoria called them out one by one. She did not spare anyone. Even a knight as completely loyal to her as Gawain was scolded bloody—in this conference room where only the Round Table Knights could enter, the king and the knights had all taken off their "disguises" and were showing their truest selves here.
Mash became the only one who was not scolded. On the one hand, this was because she could only be considered a "half-insider"; on the other hand, it was because her work had not made any mistakes—she was just a temporary worker, what problems could she have?
But—
"Not right."
Looking at the Round Table Knights who were being scolded by Artoria and couldn't lift their heads, her heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"It shouldn't be like this!"
In her mind, appeared the scene from a month ago, where everyone was harmoniously together, working hard together. At that time, life was so beautiful. But why, in just a short week, did it suddenly become like this? Was it the fault of these Round Table Knights?
Perhaps. They must have done something wrong, otherwise they wouldn't have caused the people to complain. But—the root cause of all this was definitely not these Round Table Knights, but that king. That king who, in the identity of a "victim," was accusing those loyal and brave knights.
"She knows."
"She clearly knows."
"Sir Bedivere is good at socializing with people, so the most suitable position for him is the confidential office, which is responsible for transmitting information up and down."
"Sir Agravain is meticulous, so the most suitable post for him is the tribunal, which requires the least amount of human sentiment."
"Brother Kay is good at being thrifty and refuses to suffer even a little loss. So the most suitable position for him is to manage the inner treasury."
"These things, she clearly knows them all!"
She looked at the king in front, who was loudly reprimanding her subordinates, with a very complicated expression. Confusion, bewilderment, indignation, conflict... In that instant, she suddenly felt an unusual impulse surge in her body. She suddenly really wanted to do something:
"Not right!"
She suddenly slapped the table—the huge sound directly interrupted the king's reprimand and also attracted the attention of all the Round Table Knights present. Those Round Table Knights from the Throne of Heroes looked at the girl standing at the thirteenth seat of the Round Table with a mixture of surprise and astonishment.
—In that instant, her figure seemed to gradually overlap with that familiar figure.
"My King, please forgive my offense."
(My name is Galahad.)
"But, the one who has truly made a mistake—is you!"
(My mission is to correct the king's mistakes.)
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