King Arthur Won't Die by Accident

There is no connection between me and this little girl's life.

If I must say, this is the only time we will meet, and it will be the last. Any sympathy is superfluous, and no emotion need be given. After this, she will be under my care, returning to a stable life—happier than before.

In this case, there is no need for repentance.

"These are for you as well. Remember, keep them safe. You can also go get some food, then wait until later. Camelot's soldiers will come to maintain order, and no one will bully you."

Arthur spoke softly, and the lower half of his face, exposed beneath the hood, immediately won the little girl's favor.

"Well, I'll listen to my big brother."

"Very good." Arthur smiled.

"Brother, are you a noble from Camelot?" the little girl asked innocently.

"Huh? Why do you think so? My clothes are obviously worse than those of ordinary soldiers, aren't they?"

"Because big brother is very handsome! A good-looking big brother must be powerful. Mom said that in Camelot lives a very powerful king. He is also very handsome, treats everyone gently, and gives us food. Big brother, have you ever seen this powerful king?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't. But since you're here, you'll see him one day. Now go—otherwise you'll be noticed." Arthur looked helpless and shook his head.

"Okay."

The little girl obeyed and ran off immediately. She still seemed somewhat wary of Arthur. But halfway through, she turned back.

"What's wrong? Did you forget something?"

"Well, I forgot something very important. Thank you, handsome big brother." After saying this, the little girl left.

"You came back just to say thank you? You're so stupid. We finally got the food—better conserve our energy." Arthur said calmly. "You've been in the refugee camp so many days, and you still don't understand this? You're so stupid."

Yet, his body trembled too obviously at that moment.

Thanks?

What a boring and meaningless word.

To Arthur, the word had no value beyond showing politeness and self-cultivation.

No meaning, no emotion.

But precisely those words, which carried no emotion, were filled with sincerity and earnestness at this moment.

"My king, do you need me to do anything?"

Agravain suddenly spoke, his hand already on his sword.

"No need. . Just consider it a reward from the king." Arthur snorted coldly, using the power of words directly on Agravain.

Then he touched his waist, where a gem was engraved with defensive magic.

The theft was too amateurish.

With a wry smile, Arthur immediately said, "Okay, let's go back. There's nothing more to see here."

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So, on the eleventh day after the covenant was torn up, the kings besieging Camelot announced their surrender, and 50,000 troops became prisoners of war.

On the fifteenth day after the treaty was torn up, all territories surrounding Camelot surrendered. In the whole of Britain, only the northern kings still resisted stubbornly.

On the eighteenth day, Camelot sent out troops, and the first five seats of the Round Table each led an army to march north.

On the twenty-fifth day, the northern kings formally surrendered to King Arthur under the fierce attack of the Saxons and pressure from the Camelot army in the rear. Together with the Knights of the Round Table, they repelled the Saxons' fierce attack.

At this point, all Celtic forces on the British Isles were unified.

"Tsk! Those Saxon bastards said that under my humble king's leadership, they would rule the British Isles. But what happened in the end? They didn't even have the courage to fight. The city was right there, yet they retreated." Kay complained angrily.

The first five seats of the Round Table each led troops to pressure the northern kings.

But in the end, only Kay's and Skadi's troops did not encounter Saxon attacks. This immediately confirmed their reputation as the two most idle members of the Round Table.

"Stop complaining. This is a good thing. Reducing meaningless wars frees energy for us to take over the kings' territories." Arthur glared fiercely at Kay, then relaxed under the gentle touch of Miss Killer Whale.

Woohoo~ so comfortable.

By the way, Camelot never officially fought the kings on any battlefield.

In fact, it makes sense if you think about it.

No matter how conflicts occur within the British Isles, they are internal affairs.

No matter how power transfers, it is always in Celtic hands.

Therefore, the northern kings would rather give Arthur a chance than be conquered by foreign races like the Saxons. Because they are Celts, and on this island of Britain, what they seek is unity and strength—not division.

Moreover, news spread both inside and outside the country that Arthur treated those kings who surrendered well. Hearing this, the northern kings naturally had no concerns.

Then came the transfer of power.

Camelot sent many ministers, knights, and soldiers to various tribal kingdoms to hand over important positions.

But those kings remained kings, and those nobles remained nobles.

Their lives could still be as luxurious as before; the only difference was they now used their power as currency to sustain their lifestyle.

"You're so mean, my king. Although you're still called 'kings' now, how long can you keep that title? Oh, I was too talkative. My king must have arranged everything long ago." Merry smiled.

Merlin was not willing to lag behind in this regard.

For some reason, ever since the split, Merlin developed an inexplicable competitive streak toward Merlie, who shared his origin.

Well, in every aspect.

"That's only natural, right? Your Majesty won't be content leaving those useless nobles and kings to handle official business. You know, our Majesty has a strong desire for control and is very petty~!"

Arthur raised his eyebrows. This time, even Miss Killer Whale's comforting touch couldn't soothe him.

He stared at the two white-haired incubuss, teeth clenched.

"Oh? That's true. As someone with a strong desire for control and a narrow mind, but who never tolerates useless people, I've decided to execute the two biggest wastes in Camelot. Lord Merlin, Lord Merlie, what do you think?"

Two useless pieces of shit... Forget it! The two incubus demons' faces broke out in cold sweat immediately.

If Arthur strikes with the Holy Sword of the Star, they will really die!

"Hmph, let those guys rest for now. I don't know how many full moons they can survive."

Arthur snorted coldly and ignored the two losers. Instead, he took out a knife inlaid with a red gem and toyed with it in his hand.

The troops under Agravain had been waiting a long time.

There is never a shortage of people who want to reach the top in one step.

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