Sir Eckert, as a regular knight canonized by the Kingdom of Camelot, his life can be said to be much better than that of most civilian families.
His only son, Kai, can be said to have inherited his father's bravery, and began swordsmanship training at a young age under his father's teaching.
And not far from them, a blonde child in a simple linen dress looked enviously at Kai who was practicing his sword while carrying water.
Artoria, Sir Eckert's adopted son, Leyuan, whose camouflage magic has always been on Artoria's body, was "abandoned" as a baby, and the only thing in his swaddling clothes was a close-fitting wooden plaque with the name Artoria on it.
When Sir Eckert looked at this lovely little boy and did not know where he came from, he decided to adopt him after seeing "him" for the first time.
After that, with Sir Eckert raising her, Artoria was able to grow from a baby to the age she is now at the age of five.
However, although Sir Eckert was nominally the adopted son, Artoria could not live like an ordinary knight's son, and her status was actually no different from that of a servant in Sir Eckert's family.
However, although he was a servant, this amount of work was nothing to the petite Artoria.
Perhaps the healthy wives of the Sir family did not realize that every time it seemed that the task given to Artoria was heavy, Artoria never failed.
This is a secret that belongs only to Artoria, who has been growing since she was three or a half years old.
Although on the surface it is no different from an ordinary girl, the hidden power in that small body is definitely several times stronger than that of the strongest child.
The blood of the red dragon, under the influence of the power of the dragon soul, began to act on Artoria's body little by little.
Although the body is not specialized, this is the most normal reaction, how can the dragon blood potion made with Le Yuan's ability have such an inferior reaction as dragon humanization.
In addition to the physical differences, Artoria's mind is also far beyond the scope of ordinary girls.
Not only do you know what you know, but you even draw inferences, so you know that you hide your peculiarities at the age of five, and if you put it in the eyes of adults, it is completely demonic.
And now, when she saw her adoptive father, Sir Eckert, training her swordsmanship in front of her titular brother-in-law, 11-year-old Kai, Artoria somehow felt the urge to snatch the wooden sword from Kai's hand and start dancing the sword, a feeling that could not be calmed in her heart for a long time.
"It's Artoria's turn to accompany me to the forest today to collect firewood, remember, at least a load of firewood, don't be lazy" "Got it, Mrs.
Albert" Artoria, who had just returned with the bucket, heard the voice of the head maid, Eberon, and she went to the tank as usual to channel the water from the bucket in her hand.
Forests are a place full of crises for the people of this era.
However, it is relatively safe to be on the outskirts of the forest due to the occasional sweep, but there are still so-called accidents.
As soon as Artoria entered the forest, it was like a dragon returning to the forest, and here she was free to show her extraordinary strength, and the so-called load of firewood was not the slightest problem for her.
Ahh As Artoria descended into the forest, all of a sudden wolf howl was heard in the surrounding forest.
Even though Artoria is more courageous than ordinary people, it is still terrifying to hear so many wolf howls suddenly, but what makes Artoria more concerned than these is how there are so frequent wolf howls during the day.
Wolves are nocturnal creatures.
They are invincible hunters only in the dark, especially when they appear in groups, and even knights can suffer heavy losses in the face of wolves.
Artoria, with her boldness, groped her way towards the place where the wolf howl had come from, and before she reached her destination, her keen sense of smell had already asked for the smell of blood in the air.
Blood, not human blood, smells of wild beasts in the smell of blood.
With deep doubts, Artoria pushed aside the bushes and looked at the battlefield not far away.
Man, a person who can't see clearly.
Around that person were countless gray wolves with green eyes, and there were at least a dozen of the corpses belonging to wolves on the ground, but the surrounded man showed no signs of injury.
One step, one wave, one stab, one square Although Artoria had not studied swordsmanship, it could be seen from the comparison that the unknown person in front of her was far more powerful than the Sir Eckert she saw.
At the very least, although she had heard that Sir Eckert had once defeated ten in the battle against bandits, but surrounded by so many wolves, Sir Eckert must not have fed the wolves in time, how could he kill so many wolves with one enemy.
In addition to the stranger's swordsmanship, what made Artoria even more unable to take his eyes off was the strange creature that followed the stranger closely.
The yellow body, similar to that of a puppy, is young and difficult but has the aura of the king of beasts, which makes Artoria feel good at first sight.
In just ten minutes, more than half of the wolves that were originally surrounded by them were killed and wounded, and the wolves that could no longer afford to lose were completely ruthless, and the head wolf raised his head to the sky and roared, and suddenly the remaining wolves quickly disappeared into the forest with the pace of the head wolf.
Just as Artoria felt that she had left early, she suddenly wanted to take a step forward and turn away, realizing that something was holding her foot.
"Woohoo" Artoria looked down and saw that the little golden creature was biting at the corner of her skirt, and though she was angry, she was holding on, as if intending to drag her to the stranger.
"Simba, let her go.
If she wants to, she will come to see me without you having to invite her."
With the stranger's voice, the little yellow guy who was pulling Altoria suddenly let go of his mouth, but still turned around a few times at Altoria's feet, and then spread his feet and ran towards the gray-robed man.
Seeing that the stranger on the other side didn't seem to be difficult to speak, Artoria calmed down, and then walked out of the bushes, bowed more than ten meters away from the gray-robed man, and said, "Hello sir, I am" "It's called Artoria, I don't need to introduce myself, I know yourself better than you think, come and have a cup of tea" Mysterious, incredibly mysterious.
Facing this man who was shrouded in gray robes and couldn't see his face at all, Artoria's feelings told her that this was by no means a simple character, not simple in every sense.
As for the tea, Artoria was about to refuse, but she didn't want to feel that everything around her had changed in an instant before she could say anything, and she suddenly came out of the forest to a wooden hut.
It didn't seem like a more luxurious thing than the castle she was living in, but for some reason it made Artoria feel more comfortable than ever.
Altoria was astonished by the sheer number of books scattered around, and whatever they contained, they were a treasure that no one could match.
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Even Sir Eckert had only two or three books in his house, and the king did not necessarily have more books than the little cabin.
The gray-robed man withdrew from the gray robe that shrouded him, only to see a white-bearded old man appear inside, although he didn't know the identity of the other party, but the eyes that glanced at Artoria were far more wise than everyone else.
"Child, my name is Merlin, and as you can see, I am a magician" With the snap of his fingers, Artoria found himself seated in a chair with steaming biscuits on a plate on his desk, smelling as if they had just been baked.
Before Artoria could be attracted by the seductive biscuit, she saw a yellow figure on the table, and then poked over her plate, picked up a biscuit, and ate it, it was the little one named Simba.
Le Yuan waved his hand and controlled Simba, the little lion who was still greedy, to float beside him.
"This is Simba, a lion, a poor little guy I saved after my father was kicked out of the group" Artoria did the same as Simba, picked up a cookie from her plate and ate it, and with just one bite, Artoria felt that she had the whole world.
It was more delicious than anything she had ever eaten, or, in Artoria's memory, perhaps her adoptive father, Sir Eckert, had never eaten anything so delicious.
"Well, Mr.
Merlin, is he a very powerful person?"
Artoria was not a lady like Morgan, and she had much less knowledge to come into contact with, so she had never heard of Merlin's name.
This is also the relationship between Le Yuan and his semi-retirement from the court in recent years, in order to teach Morgan to observe the situation of Artoria, he can be said to have retired from the position of the chief mage of the court.
"Awesome, maybe Miss Artoria, please tell me" Le Yuan stood up from his position, looked condescendingly at Artoria, who was only 5 years old in front of him, and said, "Are you willing to learn from me?"
"What to learn, swordsmanship" Artoria remembered the extraordinary swordsmanship of Le Yuan's solo battle against a pack of wolves in the forest just now, and his eyes were shining.
But seeing that Le Yuan shook his fingers, showing an expression of misguessing, he hugged Simba, who was still paddling in mid-air, in his arms and said: "It's not just swordsmanship, there are more things you need to learn, you don't want to become a martial artist who only knows swordsmanship, Miss Artoria" Artoria's eyes were attracted by Simba in Le Yuan's arms, looking at Simba's cute appearance, and couldn't help asking, "So, can I play with Simba?"
"Naturally, I think Simba would like to be friends with you, too" Le Yuan placed Simba on the table, and Simba trotted in front of Artoria, tilting his head and pulling his throat, as if to greet her.
Artoria's first day as a disciple of Le Yuan had passed, and Le Yuan did not teach her anything, but only took her to understand the surroundings of Le Yuan's hut.
After sending Altoria away, he saw a fluctuation in the air beside Le Yuan, and then Morgan, who had already been out of the witch style, appeared beside him.
"Teacher Merlin, is that Sister Artoria, do you really value her, you have arranged such an extraordinary drama, do you and your father really believe that she can become kings?"
"It's not that King Uther and I think she can be king, it's that she's the chosen one of England in the future.
Time will tell, Artoria no, should be called Arthur, she will become a legend" Morgan looked at the teacher beside him, who had gone from an old man to a young man, and the admiration in his eyes never changed. t1706231537: