But-

Nothing!

Shirou smiled.

Isn't this a matter of course?

He has neither the red dragon factor nor the white dragon factor.

Even if there is, it will not have been eaten by his [evil] long ago?

And now, it's time for him to fight back!

With a sneer, he questioned King Marco: "Asshole, how much do you want to insult this king?"

He looked around again and asked: "Bonglets—how much do you want to insult this king!?"

"You really are the king, don't you kill anyone?"

The murderous voice rang.

He, a person who bears evil, speaks well, but—not a stone bodhisattva!

Will be angry, will be irritated, and will kill people!

The scene was dead silent.

The state of affairs exceeded the planners' expectations.

The turning point of the matter also made doubters stop their doubts.

The sword in the stone was lodged with the power of the white dragon, but Arthur was a normal person.

This—what is going on?

What is the identity of the Lord "Arthur"?

"Merlin..." Archbishop Cantrebe muttered to himself for a while, shouting loudly, "Where is Merlin?"

Merlin...

Merlin! !

Whether it is a royal noble or a knight commoner, they all thought of this name.

Sir Ektor is dead, and the scene is deadlocked.

The two ministers doubted themselves, and the Archbishop of Cantrebe could not figure out the situation.

At the moment—

The only person who can prove Arthur's identity is the sage who spread the prophecy—Merlin!

But where is Merlin?

People are shouting, people are searching.

At this time, many nobles just remembered.

Merlin, still in Kahn!

He hasn't come from the beginning!

Shi Lang sighed inwardly.

—This guy, no wonder he refused to come over from the beginning!

The scene was completely deadlocked.

The title of the king can not go on, and the questioning can not go on.

Those who plan, those who break the game, those who doubt, those who believe in, those who have unpredictable hearts, those who have righteous hearts... All people are trapped in this situation and don't know how to evolve.

And at this moment—

"Report—!"

A knight covered in wounds came here in embarrassment.

Jurfes saw him, frowned, and stepped forward and asked, "Aren't you Dintal, the knight of Blastos? What's wrong with you?"

"Report—, report—," the knight had a lot of air in and out, but gritted his teeth and said: "Votigeng...Votigeng led an army of 80,000, broke through Hadrian's Great Wall and entered! It’s only thirty kilometers away from here!"

"What did you say!?"

From the princes and nobles to the people of the Li people, everything has changed!

"How did he get in? What about Blastis?" Baldwin almost jumped up in a hurry.

"Sir Blastis has...he died in a **** battle!" The knight cried, "Let me rush back to report the letter before my death!"

Boom!

A bolt from the blue!

People all took a breath.

The knight known as the Wall of Britain, died in battle!

And Hadrian's Wall... has also been broken!

"Blastis is dead? It's over... it's over..." Yulfis muttered to himself.

"How could Hadrian's Wall be broken through!?" Baldwin asked angrily.

"Because the kings left their posts without authorization... I am in a mess!" said the knight.

People's eyes fell on the faces of the kings present.

The faces of the kings were all dull.

No.

Shi Lang noticed that although there was a king with a dull face, his eyes were relaxed!

It's King Marko!

—Could it be that this guy...!