King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 205

百川归流！

Following Arthur’s command.

The silver-white currents on the sea surface contracted, gathering into magnificent heavenly soldier armor.

Having been tempered by war and bloodshed, the already elite members of the knight order were now imbued with a chilling aura of肅殺.

“Agravain!”

“Bedivere!”

“Report for duty—”

Blood flowed down from their armors, the blood on their longswords had long since become mere imprints, and the remaining crimson traces on the sword hilts were enough to prove the intensity of the previous battle.

Listening closely.

One could still hear the wails of countless亡魂.

“My King!”

Both of them simultaneously looked up, gazing respectfully at Arthur.

“Retreat!”

“This battle was a great victory, let us return together!!”

Arthur held aloft the Sword of Victory and Oath, sunlight pouring onto him, cloaked in a shimmering golden radiance. Full of the morning sun, and devastatingly handsome, he was like the embodiment of the sun god.

His sunny and handsome face was enough to make ninety-nine percent of young girls lose control of their hormones and their hearts flutter!

“Return together!!”

“Return together!!”

“…”

Responses like a mountain’s roar and a sea’s surge echoed through the Eternal Knights.

A resounding chorus.

A thousand voices as one.

The soaring momentum and aura created a hole in the clouds above.

Unlike their arrival, when they secretly submerged and emerged from the seabed.

The fleet’s departure was a grand and ostentatious assembly, transforming into an unstoppable army of a hundred battles, majestically galloping across the sea surface, the silver-white waves they cut through splashing up myriad ripples, heavily crashing onto the sea, startling a flock of gulls, and the tides rolling.

The oncoming spray of water was like a resounding slap, hitting everyone’s face, yet due to the overwhelming might, no one dared to speak, only able to endure it in frustration.

Watching the fleet swagger away, many people’s eyes turned red with anger.

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Katakuri gripped his trident tightly, his fingernails digging into his flesh from the sheer force, crimson blood flowing down the metal shaft of the spear, his scarlet eyes becoming increasingly ferocious.

And this!

Was merely one of the commonplace occurrences.

Riding the waves, clearing the air, white fish tumbling.

Arthur, standing at the very front of the fleet, gazed calmly at the ripples in the sea, like the most perfect creation.

“My King!”

“The fleet is fully assembled, and encountered minimal resistance during departure. Our estimated casualty rate is less than one percent, the exact figures await calculation upon return…”

Bedivere, clad in silver-white armor, leaned in and whispered to Arthur.

With a gentle expression, he meticulously reported to Arthur while tallying the numbers, diligently and carefully, having compiled the data into a clear and concise table.

“Good!”

Arthur nodded in satisfaction.

“The Eternal Knights’ training plan must not slacken. If supplies are needed, audit and allocate them directly…”

“Your performance in this battle was excellent, you all have contributed!”

Arthur, not stingy with praise, directly flashed a brilliant smile. It was like a spring breeze, and also like the warm sun shining upon one’s body.

Warming from body to heart.

Verbal praise was secondary; upon returning to the British waters, the rewards for their merits would naturally not be lacking. He was never a stingy person; generosity was his nature towards his subordinates.

Although he possessed the bloodline of a red dragon and had a special fondness for gem creatures, he did not inherit the dragon’s Fagin-like characteristic: “My knights, who share glory with me!”

“Fine wine, delicious food, and treasures are already prepared at home, awaiting the brave to claim them!”

“…”

After a round of encouragement, seeing the smiles gradually spreading on their faces, Arthur nodded with satisfaction, slowly turning his gaze to his side.

“Sister Morgan!”

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Morgan frowned unhappily, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a beautiful radiance as they flitted about.

“Cough cough…”

Bedivere’s eyes flickered slightly. Being highly perceptive, he quickly noticed the awkward atmosphere and quietly moved his legs, tactfully walking along the deck towards the rear of the fleet.

He held a stack of documents and drafts in one hand, appearing to be diligently working.

“Tsk~”

Morgan let out a light, dismissive ‘tsk,’ but didn’t say much, simply pretending not to see him and refocusing her attention on Arthur:

“I thought you just saw me as a tool, to be discarded after use~”

Cupping her beautiful face, Morgan deliberately feigned anger.

“How could I!”

“Misunderstanding, absolutely a misunderstanding. It’s just that there’s been too much going on, too busy to get around to it?”

Arthur smiled bitterly, quickly acting submissive and begging for mercy: “You are my Sister Morgan!”

“How could I treat you as a tool…”

Good words poured out like they cost nothing, showering her like a bouquet of flowers, making Morgan feel a surge of comfort in her heart, and the slight frown on her brow naturally smoothed out.

Women, after all~

What they want is an attitude!

If they feel ignored, a few soft words are enough. Trying to reason with facts is utterly useless.

It’s better to simply admit defeat and act cute.

After all, she’s his own sister.

No shame in that!

“Hmph hmph~ You rascal~”

Morgan raised her eyes, and the look in her pupils instantly softened considerably.

Bickering!

Isn’t that what family feels like?

Being stiff and formal, treating each other with excessive politeness, what kind of relatives are those? They’re just polite guests!

“Hehe…”

“I really have to thank Sister Morgan this time for helping me deal with that crazy woman.” Arthur scratched his head with a laugh, grinning like a radiant boy next door.

It was only in front of them that he could shed his kingly armor and reveal his youthful side.

“Thank me?”

“You should thank me, that crazy woman truly wasn’t easy to deal with.”

“Her bizarre ability to vitalize souls and her exceptionally powerful giant bloodline meant that if it were anyone else, they might not have been able to defeat her!”

Morgan didn’t decline, directly acknowledging it.

There was still a hint of approval in her beautiful eyes.

Charlotte Linlin, that woman, was indeed a furious and deranged lunatic, but her strength was not to be underestimated. Although Morgan made it look easy and severely wounded her.

A large factor in that was their mutual counter-abilities.

The characteristic of [Magic Resistance] allowed her to, to a certain extent, exempt a large amount of magic damage. If the magic level didn’t exceed a certain degree, it couldn’t even force a health deduction on her.

To describe it with the power of this world, it’s like the unique power of Devil Fruit Logia types—elementalization! Directly exempting massive elemental energy attacks, and it was like a constant reinforcement.

For Linlin, who relied on the Soul-Soul Fruit to inject souls and vitalize energy to unleash powerful attacks, it directly crippled half of her abilities. Coupled with the alchemical counter of [Item Creation] against her.

This forced her to fight purely with her physical strength. With the Holy Lance in hand, it was only natural for Morgan to win. If it were someone else, even if they could win, it would never be this easy!