Starting from Uruk and heading north, after crossing a small forest and a barren wilderness, they spotted two distant mountain ranges that seemed to divide the world. Connecting these ranges was a continuous wall, several kilometers long and over a hundred meters high: Uruk's Northern Wall, currently known as the Absolute Demonic Front.
After a day and a night of travel, Guinevere's group arrived. Not only had they not lost a single person or cart, but they had also successfully taught all five hundred soldiers the Camelot Knights' basic Mana Tempering Method. Under Guinevere's oppressive aura and mana resonance, nearly a hundred of these soldiers had already opened a "sea" within themselves to contain mana.
Humans at the end of the Age of Gods possessed physiques far superior to those of ordinary people in later eras, and their adaptability to mana was incomparable. Simply put, humans of this age did not need the "magic circuits" that were essentially a sign of regression.
"Instructor! Our destination is just ahead!"
Of the five hundred soldiers, a hundred had crossed the threshold, and among them, a dozen were exceptionally talented.
For this reason, Guinevere appointed them as captains and gave them a mana training method derived from her own.
In her previous life, Guinevere had used this unified standard to gradually forge her own Berserker Knight Order; she hoped these men would not greatly disappoint her expectations.
"Very good. Let's advance."
During this journey, with Guinevere, the King of Knights, and Anna as guards, the ordinary soldiers' duties were entirely replaced by various training exercises.
Mana practice, weight training, squad cooperation drills—Guinevere passed down everything that could yield quick results and taught the dozen most talented soldiers even more.
Captain One, the name of the man leading the group forward, had his own name, but Guinevere only ever called him this.
As they approached the Absolute Demonic Front from behind, flying Uruk's banner, the defenders on the wall spotted them from afar and erupted in lively cheers, their morale soaring.
A volley of signal cannons fired from the top of the wall, numerous Noble Phantasms were launched and exploded like arrows, and the Magical Beasts relentlessly assaulting the front line let out continuous death wails.
Soon after, the Magical Beasts at the front temporarily retreated. The soldiers on the wall began their rotation, and the Uruk generals stationed here, along with the King of Heroes' servants who had arrived earlier, descended from the wall to greet them.
Since they were strangers, the handover of soldiers and supplies was handled by the Uruk soldiers themselves, while Guinevere and her two companions faced the three servants who had come to greet them.
Leonidas I, the legendary king who led the 300 Spartans against Persia's hundred-thousand-strong army at Thermopylae.
Minamoto no Yoshitsune, a genius general from the Far East comparable to Oda Nobunaga—though she had manifested in her younger form, using her childhood name, Ushiwakamaru.
Finally, Ushiwakamaru's retainer, the warrior monk Musashibo Benkei, skilled in numerous weapons.
"So, you really are Britain's legendary King of Knights and her Queen of Calamity, Guinevere?"
Since this wasn't a Holy Grail War and they were on the same side, it was natural for them to exchange true names.
Among the three, however, Leonidas was all muscle, even in his head; after learning their names, he immediately wanted to spar with the King of Knights, even after being shocked by her petite, girlish appearance.
As for Musashibo Benkei? He only grunted "Mm," "Mm," and "Ah," and Ushiwakamaru even had to state his name for him.
This meant the one currently brimming with curiosity and casually questioning Guinevere had to be Ushiwakamaru.
And it was rather shameless: Ushiwakamaru's exposed chest, her upper body covered only by armor plates hanging from her shoulders. Compared to her upper body, her sailor-suit-like skirt armor—which left her front and back bare, only covering the sides of her hips—was even more so.
Everything was on full display; the difference between wearing it and wearing nothing was minuscule.
Was this because she was a nymphomaniac? The answer was no. She simply lacked the sense of shame that would arise from such exposure.
"Hey, why are you backing away? Why are your eyes darting around? Is there something offensive about my body?"
After Ushiwakamaru—whose flat but not entirely featureless chest was barely covered—drew closer, Guinevere took a deep breath and forced herself to let go of the secondhand embarrassment she felt.
"Give me a moment. You can just think of us Camelot folk as too rigid."
"Rigid? You Camelot people marry girls to girls. How are you rigid at all?"
"Don't play dumb! I'm talking about your clothes!"
"Pfft. And you call yourself a married big sister."
Ushiwakamaru stopped her advance and straightened her slightly leaning posture. She rested a hand on the hilt of the tachi at her waist, her gaze shifting to the King of Knights and Leonidas, who had already started their fight.
After only a dozen exchanges, Leonidas was already at a disadvantage. Yet, if she wanted to defeat this exceptionally resilient King of Sparta, the King of Knights still couldn't see an end to the battle.
"Speaking of which, you really gave those soldiers knight training, huh? I thought only nobles could become knights in Britain."
"Before me, that was indeed the case. After all, knight training requires not only a master but also a massive consumption of resources."
"And after you?"
"I established the Knight Academy."
Guinevere only knew fragments of Ushiwakamaru's deeds from anime. How could she, a Westerner, know the detailed history of a Far Eastern warrior?
Of course, setting aside Eastern matters, Ushiwakamaru's knowledge of Great Britain was equally limited.
And because of this limited knowledge, once Ushiwakamaru started talking, she had many questions, mostly focused on military affairs.
"So, your idea was to give the local soldiers the means to protect themselves?"
"I am human, and you are human. We became heroes thanks to, one, opportunity; two, talent; and three, effort. I gave them 'one,' they already possessed 'three,' so they were only missing 'two' to become heroes."
"Lady Guinevere, becoming a hero isn't that simple. But I do admit one thing: as long as someone possesses all three—one, two, and three—then indeed, anyone can become a hero?"
Did Ushiwakamaru's words contradict themselves? No, she meant that these three were merely the basic conditions for becoming a hero.
Below the city wall, amidst the sprawling rows of tents, Guinevere and Ushiwakamaru sat on small stools, continuing their discussion of war and heroes while watching the King of Knights and Leonidas fight.
Gradually, Ushiwakamaru's gaze fell upon 'Anna,' who was stealthily hiding behind Guinevere to avoid the advances of other curious soldiers.
"Her?"
"A little girl who, unlike you, is extremely familiar with the concept of shyness."
"Oh."
"Rein in your enthusiasm. Don't scare her."
Speaking of which, after chatting for a while, Guinevere finally noticed something about Ushiwakamaru. Although she wore revealing attire that seemed easy to see through, her vital areas appeared to be affected by some kind of rule, constantly hovering between visible and invisible, never allowing Guinevere a complete view.
"Lady Guinevere, from now on, Benkei and I will also participate in your training. According to what you said, you'll be staying here for a few days to train the soldiers?"
"Yes."
Her gaze withdrawn, her consciousness returned, Guinevere nodded.