Chapter 70: Fatherly Love and Filial Piety
That was an inconspicuous figure. Petite, weak, sitting at the very end of the Round Table, usually ignored by everyone. But at the same time, it was also a towering figure. She didn't like to talk much, and even when she did, her voice was not loud. But the words that she lightly spat out from her mouth were so deafening.
"My King, the cause of all this turmoil... is all because of you!"
No one had expected this half-grown girl to dare to accuse the king in front of all the Round Table Knights—they were all dumbfounded, and then they all looked at her with very unfriendly eyes. If it weren't for the oath of "never striking a woman," some knights would probably have already made a move on her to protect the king's reputation.
"Ga... Mash, what nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and apologize to the king!"
Lancelot was probably the only Round Table Knight who was on her side. But unfortunately, she did not appreciate it—and even turned the fire on him.
"Sir Lancelot, do you think you have made no mistakes? As the king's most outstanding knight, I don't believe you can't see the king's mistake, and I don't believe you don't know that you actually don't have the talent to manage the inner treasury. But you said nothing, and did nothing. You just tacitly accepted this behavior, watching this originally prosperous kingdom gradually fall into chaos—Sir Lancelot, your behavior, is it still worthy of being the king's most beloved Round Table Knight?!"
Her questioning voice was sonorous and powerful. She didn't know where she had gotten all this strength, let alone why her language talent had suddenly become so outstanding—just a month ago, she was just an introverted little girl who couldn't even speak daily conversations fluently. But today, she dared to, in this star-studded Round Table meeting, freely express her inner thoughts to the two most outstanding knights of the time.
"Not right, wait a minute."
Suddenly, a flash of lightning quickly passed through her mind.
"Without anyone's advice, just your own inner thoughts. You don't have to have any scruples, just say those thoughts out loud."
Shiroryu's voice sounded in her mind. Those words that she had not understood before, in this instant, she had an epiphany. And it was at this very moment.
"Om—"
Mash Kyrielight, this "ordinary" human girl's body, suddenly bloomed with a very strong purple magical energy. That purple, which symbolized purity, was the proof that the Heroic Spirit dwelling in her body had finally resonated with her.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Deep purple armor, transformed from magical energy, was put on her piece by piece, turning this just-now-seemed-a-little-weak girl into a magnificent valkyrie in an instant. But that was not the most attractive part. The most eye-catching thing was the snowflake-like great shield that had suddenly appeared in her hand, which was almost taller than her entire person.
This shield was the symbol of their "Round Table Knights," but at the same time, it represented the duty of this Round Table Knight: "To unite the other Round Table, and let them walk on the right path. To correct the mistakes of the king and the other Round Table Knights, and to fight against the mistakes they have made!"
Feeling the spiritual foundation left in her body, the girl raised her head and looked at the king sitting at the head of the table, whose face was filled with a smile, with a slightly apologetic gaze.
—The last Round Table Knight had arrived late.
...
Artoria looked at the girl before her with a surprised expression.
—To be honest, the change that had occurred in the girl's body was a complete surprise to her. Her original plan and purpose was not this. She had originally planned to let Guinevere play a bitter-flesh trick... but it didn't matter. Anyone could point out her mistakes. She was not the kind of king whose magnanimity was so small that she couldn't tolerate a single flaw.
Not to mention, this time's "mistake" was her intentional act.
"Ah, so that's how it is."
Although she knew everything in her heart, she had to pretend to be a fool on the surface. Artoria continued along with Mash's words.
"Sir Bedivere is better at socializing with people, so the most suitable position for him is the confidential office, which is responsible for transmitting information up and down."
"Agravain is meticulous, so the most suitable post for him is the tribunal, which requires the least amount of human sentiment."
"Brother Kay is stingy... thrifty, so it's definitely right to entrust the inner treasury to him."
"And Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain..."
"To not have placed these talented people in the right positions, so that they can bring out their strengths, that is all my mistake!"
Artoria apologized to everyone very seriously.
—This behavior of hers made the already guilt-ridden knights feel even more guilty.
"My King, please don't say anymore..."
The loyal Gawain was the first to lower his head, not daring to look directly into her eyes. As one of the Round Table Knights who had followed the king the longest, how could he not know what she was thinking?
"Making a mistake is fake, reminding us is the real thing."
"The Round Table is not one person's Round Table, and Camelot is not only the king's Camelot. Including the king, the thirteen Round Table Knights each have their own strengths and weaknesses, and each is irreplaceable. The thirteen Round Table Knights are united as one, each performing their own duties. Each发挥 their own strengths, and only then did this country prosper. Only then did we have our glorious era."
Gawain had already understood this principle. At the same time, he understood her intention even more clearly: a battle had appeared before them that could only be won if they, the thirteen Round Table Knights, united together. This had made her, as the king, have to specially spend two months to mediate the conflict between him and Sir Lancelot, so that they could let go of their prejudices against each other and fight side by side again.
"My King, I will not let go of my hatred for Lancelot. But if necessary, I am willing to use my holy sword to open a path forward for him," Gawain said generously.
"Oh, Sir Gawain. If you can think so, then I am really too happy."
Artoria showed a heartfelt smile to him. Then, looking at the other Round Table Knights, her expression became serious and solemn again. "Let's put aside personal grudges for the time being. Now, I have a major matter that concerns the survival of the world to discuss with you all. I declare in the name of the king—the Round Table resolution, begin!"
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