Fate:Trained By God Slayer and Witch

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Lively sounds came from a distance. Even without guessing, he knew that the king selection had long begun.

"Another failure, how many is that already?"

As Asher followed Morgan towards the king selection site surrounded by a crowd of knights, he saw a knight leave with a frustrated look on his face.

"I don't know how many people it's been already... Can anyone really pull out something like that? Could it be that person's prophecy was wrong or something..." a knight muttered softly.

"How could it be? The true king will definitely pull out the Caliburn, and then unite us and the kings of the various tribes, leading everyone to destroy the foreign races!"

"That's right! Someone will definitely do it. Merlin's prophecy won't be wrong!"

Morgan quietly watched everything before her, as well as Artoria standing in the crowd, and said softly, "Go on, standing with me now will cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"If I pull out the Caliburn, will they not acknowledge me?" Asher asked.

"No," Morgan shook her head. "But if you don't pull out the Caliburn, because you're so close to me, people will also avoid suspicion of you."

Her tone of voice was completely different from usual, sounding very steady, without a trace of frivolity.

"It's good if it won't," Asher said. "As for avoiding suspicion or whatever, I'm not from this country. Other people are afraid of witches... what's it to me?"

Morgan stared intently at Asher. After a moment, she suddenly smiled. "If you keep acting like this... I might not let you return to the Land of Shadows."

Another exclamation came from the distance, with a knight's very regretful tone: "It's such a pity, just a little bit more!"

That knight had clearly just shaken the Caliburn, just a little bit more... well, maybe not just a little bit, but in any case, he had faintly shaken the Caliburn.

With the glimmer of hope brought by this knight, the enthusiasm that had just been extinguished was instantly reignited.

A handsome knight stepped forward, and the crowd quickly cleared a path for him.

The Sun Knight, Gawain.

The previous clamor instantly quieted down, and people held considerable expectations for this knight. He was the embodiment of integrity and purity, humble, and his swordsmanship was superb. His sunny smile always made people feel favorably towards him. It could be said that among the many knights, Gawain was one of the most anticipated to be able to pull out the Caliburn.

Watching Gawain gradually approach the Caliburn, Asher looked at that gentle smile and couldn't help but sigh, "So handsome."

Then, he felt Morgan's strange gaze on him.

"What's wrong?" Asher asked, puzzled.

"Nothing... I was just wondering why you don't seem affected by my seduction. So you like this type—"

"What on earth are you thinking, Big Sister Morgan?!" Asher interrupted Morgan and gave her a big eye-roll.

He hadn't expected Morgan to be a fujoshi?!

While the two were talking, the sword-pulling ceremony over there had already begun. Gawain's smile faded slightly as he gripped the hilt of the sword. Then, he used all his strength to try and pull the sword from the giant rock.

But to the disappointment of the people, Gawain failed.

He couldn't even budge the Caliburn.

Gawain gave a helpless bitter smile. "It seems the true king isn't me either."

After saying that, he looked in Morgan's direction, gave a helpless look, and then turned and left the crowd.

Immediately afterward, the next knight followed closely behind. Asher watched Gawain leave, and at this moment, the corner of his eye couldn't help but be drawn to two figures not far away.

Merlin, and Artoria.

Even without hearing their conversation, Asher could imagine what kind of exchange was taking place over there.

Artoria's face was twisted with terror, and without a doubt, Merlin must have been saying something that shook people's hearts.

No, it wasn't shaking, it was just telling the truth.

"Once you take up that sword, you will no longer be human until the very end. Not only that, but having pulled out that sword, you will be hated by all humans and meet a tragic death."

Merlin's voice reached Artoria's ears. If mere words couldn't make one imagine what the so-called tragedy would be like, then when such a scene actually appeared before her eyes, even the most resilient personality would probably be terrified.

A scene appeared before the girl's eyes, a future image constructed by Merlin in Artoria's consciousness, the ending she would ultimately face after becoming king.

No matter how she struggled, once she pulled out the Caliburn, she would eventually meet a lonely and tragic death... such would be her fate.

This was a prophecy, a destiny that was already set.

But in her fear, she nodded firmly.

Even though her face was still full of fear as she nodded.

Pulling out the Caliburn to become king, building a more peaceful country, reclaiming the lands occupied by the foreign races... perhaps there were people who could do it better than her.

She also had such thoughts.

But—

Such a person didn't exist, at least not yet. King Uther was dead, and now someone had to take on this heavy responsibility, pull out the sword, kill the fearful self of the past, and live for the people... even if it meant fighting alone in the end.

Her slightly trembling body slowly calmed down, Artoria's emotions gradually stabilized, and then, she took a step, walking towards the Caliburn.

Merlin gazed in Artoria's direction, scratching his head in confusion. "This is quite a difficult and dangerous path, but since you've made up your mind, then exchange it with your most important possession, King Arthur—"

Merlin suddenly froze, and even Artoria, who was walking towards the Caliburn, paused.

No matter what one did, it was all predetermined. The so-called struggle was just a part of fate. You thought you were fighting against fate, you thought you had deviated from the destined ending, but in reality... you had just taken another fork in the road, and that fork in the road led to... the same ending.

This was a despairing fate.

But now the threads of fate were twisted, as if shrouded in a fog.

"You're even more determined than before," Morgan le Fay said softly.

"Because I saw a moving scene," Asher said. "I can probably understand why you wanted someone else to pull out the Caliburn."

"Can you do it?" Morgan asked.

"No," Asher said.

"You have to!"

"Asher?" Artoria exclaimed softly, seemingly unable to understand why even he had participated in this king selection.

"Who is this person?" the knights whispered.

"I remember he was always following Kay around as a squire, training every day, right?"

"Even he dares to dream of pulling out the Caliburn?"

"Maybe he can do it?" A knight who had a better relationship with Asher retorted unhappily.

"Whether one can become king has nothing to do with whether one is a squire."

The knights were all discussing in low voices. Kay on the side silently watched this scene, without saying a word.

Not only Kay, but also Sir Ector, Kay's father, as well as Agravaine, Bedivere, and others were silently watching that direction.

Merlin stared at Asher for a moment, then spread his hands. "Alright, since you don't believe it, then give it a try."

"Anyway, no matter what you do, you will only meet with failure, this is fate—"

The Caliburn was pulled out of the giant rock by Asher in the next moment.

The previous clamor instantly quieted down. Not only Morgan le Fay, but even Asher himself was stunned.

What was going on?!

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