Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

Chapter 183

Everyone, including Agravain, Geraint, Lucan, and other officials who were highly attuned to political matters, were all wondering the same thing: what was King Arthur's true intention?

Even Morgan, who was observing the situation, couldn't help but furrow her brows and question what Shirou was planning.

As someone who had previously held power over Orkney and held a high leadership position, Morgan was well aware that the appearance of someone with significant military prestige was a matter of utmost concern for any ruler.

And now, a king himself had personally promoted such an individual.

This left Morgan wondering, What does he want to do?

"Arthur, my brother. Surely, you wouldn't play such a game even with your own sister, would you?" Morgan said as she put down the completed Gáe Bolg. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "What is it that you're trying to accomplish, Arthur?"

It wasn't just Morgan who was pondering King Arthur's intentions. Artoria, who was on her way back, also learned about her unofficial title as the King of Knights within the army.

The first time she heard this title from someone else's mouth, she was left feeling perplexed for quite some time.

Lancelot respectfully exclaimed, "So, you are indeed the King of Knights!"

She quickly responded, "No, no, no... I am merely an inexperienced apprentice knight of the king, not even worthy of being called a true knight. How could I possibly be considered the king among knights? The title of the King of Camelot belongs solely to our king!"

"Don't be so modest," Lancelot laughed. "When King Arthur came to Benoic, he mentioned that he had a knight under his command who was even more powerful than Arax. At the time, I didn't believe it, but now I do."

Lancelot spent several days on the front line, captivated by Artoria's tales of King Arthur and eager to prove himself by slaying monsters alongside her. Eventually, he became convinced of her abilities. After all, Artoria wielded the Caliburn, while he possessed a holy sword of his own.

While Artoria could navigate her way through magical beasts with ease, Lancelot relied on his mastery of martial arts to dispatch them. However, he couldn't help but feel envious of Artoria's trusty mount, the mighty Dun Stallion, which far surpassed his own steed.

Although Lancelot felt envious of Artoria's powerful horse and her weapon, Gáe Bolg, he was taken aback when he learned that all of her equipment, including the Caliburn and Dun Stallion, had been entrusted to her by Shirou.

Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, Lancelot let out a deep sigh of admiration and spoke, "What a generous king."

However, Artoria's thoughts were troubled. How had she earned the title of "King of Knights"? She was merely a young, inexperienced knight serving under the king. More importantly, would this title threaten the king's own authority?

These concerns weighed heavily on her mind. What would happen when she returned?

...

Shirou set down his documents and turned to Merlin. "Artoria will be returning soon, correct?"

"Yes, she should arrive around noon today," Merlin replied.

"And have you prepared everything I asked for?"

Merlin sighed, exasperated. "Honestly, can you spare a moment to pay attention? I've already laid everything out for you." With a nod towards the nearby table, he added, "Take a look."

Shirou turned to the table and saw a pile of medals. Each medal was crafted in the likeness of a dragon, and they came in four different materials: bronze, bright silver, gold, and red gold.