Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 109 - : You Must Give People Hope

"I am Albion, the Dragon of the Boundary.

The proof of kingship does not require your acknowledgment. I will grant Artoria my recognition, as I once promised King Uther."

Moran's dragon eyes swept over the knights.

The pressure he exuded was like a collapsing mountain.

Their faces turned pale.

"If you doubt King Arthur's strength, you are welcome to challenge her with your swords. But if you question the authenticity of her drawing the sword, be prepared to face my wrath."

Moran's dragon claw slammed into the ground.

It was as if the earth itself trembled.

The few knights who were still standing fell to the ground, their legs trembling too much to rise.

[No one could defy the dignity of a dragon]

[Especially Albion, the Dragon of the Boundary]

[A legend alive in Britain]

[Though people didn't know that Albion was the Pure Knight, Artoria was familiar with his aura]

[This was her first time seeing him in his dragon form]

[Hearing his affirmation of Artoria, the knights dared not question her any longer]

[Though they didn't doubt her identity]

[The knights would only bow to a king who could make them submit. They would not acknowledge a king without achievements]

[Moran didn't mind this]

[This was a necessary trial for Artoria. He wouldn't step in to win over hearts for her]

[Artoria was the one who would become king]

[She would prove what it meant to be a king with her own strength]

"Moran, so this is your true form."

"Hahaha, I had to make a proper entrance. Artoria, you've shown the resolve of a king. I, too, must show a determination that matches yours."

Moran smiled faintly.

He was pleased with Artoria's growth.

Of course, he had a reason for revealing his dragon form.

When Artoria drew the sword from the stone, as the highest authority in Britain, his appearance.

And his recognition and blessing.

Would naturally plant a deep impression in people's minds.

"King Arthur is the chosen one of Britain."

"Even Albion has chosen to stand by him. King Arthur must be a king blessed by fate."

"The ancient dragon is on our side!"

Such words would quickly spread.

Moran had experience as a king.

He knew what was most important for a king.

"Moran, you've done well. Even if those knights are unwilling to bow to Artoria, they won't doubt her legitimacy as the heir anymore."

Merlin smiled cheerfully.

As a sage who had supported many kings, she could see through this kind of political maneuvering at a glance.

"Moran, are you paving the way for me?"

"Yes, Artoria. What you lack now is not strength, but the legitimacy of a ruler.

In a nation that thrives on war, people will choose a king who can win battles. As long as you keep winning, your position as king will be unshakable. If you can't win, whether you want to or not, the crown will eventually be taken from you. You must give people tangible hope."

Moran understood Britain's current situation well.

If Artoria wanted to truly become king, she had to show people her proof of kingship.

Right now, Britain's greatest need was clear.

To defeat the usurper Vortigern and the foreign invaders.

If she could give people hope here, it would only be a matter of time before Artoria was fully recognized.

"You revealed Albion's power to deepen people's first impression of me. With Albion's support, King Arthur, compared to other kings mired in chaos, can bring hope to Britain."

Artoria understood this logic.

In a way, Moran had given her a good start.

"However, my initial resolve was that even without you doing this, I would make the knights submit!"

"Haha, of course I believe you can do it. But Britain doesn't have much time to waste."

"Hmm... I just feel a bit frustrated."

Artoria showed a determined expression.

She knew Moran had done the right thing.

"Well, what's wrong with that? Artoria, you'll eventually make people realize your strength as King Arthur. Now, with Moran's help, you've saved a lot of time. Congratulations, congratulations."

Merlin also offered her congratulations.

When you have an advantage, as a king, you should naturally make good use of it.

Like the prestige of Albion.

This was something Artoria could leverage.

"As a king, Artoria, you still need to hone your skills. First, travel around the land. You've just obtained this holy sword, and you need to learn how to use it properly."

"Yes, I'm ready!"

Artoria sheathed the golden sword.

She felt the power of the holy sword.

It was different from any sword forged by humans. Just holding it, she felt like she could shatter mountains.

Though she had never used it before.

Artoria had this intuition.

"By the way, Moran, will you and Merlin be coming with me?"

"Hmm... Ector said he'd send Kay along too. So that makes the four of us."

"Oh! Not just Moran, but Kay is coming too!"

Artoria showed a bright smile.

She knew the path of a king would be arduous.

But that was no problem.

"Ha?! Why did Dad drag me into this? Out of the four of us, I'm the only human! This is clearly trouble..."

Kay lay on the ground, sighing and groaning.

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This was his first time seeing Moran in his dragon form.

Though he could guess Moran's identity wasn't simple, he never imagined it would be Albion.

"Kay, your sharp tongue is your only flaw. I should be considered human too, right?"

"Ha! I've never seen a human who eats ten meals a day and can punch down a tree with one blow. Think about all the messes I've cleaned up for you. Don't tell me you've forgotten!"

Kay's sharp tongue hadn't dulled.

In just a few words, he left Artoria speechless.

Moran and Merlin couldn't help but laugh.

Though Artoria had drawn the holy sword, she still needed time to become a true king.

Of course, it wouldn't take long.