[That's young Lancelot. Even young he's irresistible—my husband for sure.]
[What are you talking about? Tristan is the hottest. He's my husband.]
[And Gawain isn't handsome? Under the sun he's the strongest.]
[Finally the Round Table selection—how did they choose them back then? Did knights just slaughter each other?]
Comments flew by, but Illya pouted.
"Whatever. The Knight King is my idol forever. She's the strongest."
Even if this version felt off, it didn't stop her admiration.
"Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan…"
Beimu quietly repeated the names.
But different faces rose in his mind.
If these videos kept playing… maybe those kids could appear as well.
In the video, things went differently from what viewers expected.
The knights fought through trials, and twelve strong, chivalrous knights were chosen.
But unexpectedly, after selecting them, Arthur didn't grant titles immediately.
Instead, she fought them.
Yes—one person against twelve.
"Arthur, your words are far too arrogant! You can still stop now. Those twelve aren't opponents you can handle. If you embarrass yourself, you'll stain the king's dignity!"
"Yeah! Do you really not respect those twelve knights at all?"
"I bet this Arthur just wants to beat them and become famous."
The defeated knights stirred trouble, unwilling to accept her boldness.
Those twelve had survived countless trials—how could they lose easily?
Yet Arthur ignored them, gesturing for the twelve to attack.
"Arthur, are you sure?"
Kay didn't move. He didn't want to strike her.
"Don't worry. Right now I'm standing on this stage as a knight. Your job is to knock me down. Another condition: if you knock me down, I'll give up the throne."
Arthur's tone was arrogant—because she had the power to back it.
"Then we won't hold back! Everyone—attack!"
One knight charged first; the others drew their blades and followed.
After all, dignity and the throne were irresistible.
Clang—
Only minutes later, the knights were all defeated. They stared at Arthur in disbelief.
"So this is King Arthur's power? She's this strong while still so young?!"
Illya's mouth fell open enough to fit an egg.
"This obviously doesn't match recorded history. So whether this is real is still questionable."
Irisviel stayed cool, analyzing the video's authenticity.
It started fairly accurate, but from here on it veered wildly.
"Maybe it's just an elaborate spoof. Let's keep watching."
Beimu held Illya's mischievous hands to calm her.
The video was showing his life.
If he'd been made King Arthur, he definitely wouldn't follow the original route—that would end in tragedy.
If he wanted to change that history, he had to walk a different path.
So he'd trained from childhood, pushing his body again and again.
That body couldn't use magecraft. It held a powerful dragon core, but no Magic Circuits.
…
Britannia, Buckingham Palace.
"So Father King was already that strong back then? Amazing!"
Mordred secretly watched the video in her office.
She'd been curious after hearing people talk about Arthur.
She'd thought it was a prank, but soon realized it wasn't simple.
The video clearly covered Father King's entire life.
"Little Mo, what are you watching so intently?"
A familiar voice sounded behind her, nearly making her drop her phone.
"It's you, Father King—I was…"
Mordred froze, unsure if she should show it.
"Still watching stuff like this in the office?"
Artoria picked up the phone and saw the title.
She clicked it out of curiosity.
This video felt strange.
It replayed her early life with shocking clarity, yet not a single detail matched her own experience.
Who could recreate that era so vividly?
But when she saw "Arthur" fighting the twelve knights, she understood—
That wasn't her. The one in the video was someone else.
"I just found it too. And Father King there is so forceful… Is that what you were like when you were young?"
Mordred pointed excitedly.
"That isn't me. I never did any of that."
Artoria shook her head, still watching.
"Yeah, it's just a video."
Mordred lost interest. If fake, then it was entertainment.
Yet Father King watched with fascination—right at the part where Arthur defeated the twelve.
Then the words after the fight shocked them both.
Artoria felt for the first time that maybe she too could be that bold.
In the video:
"You're still too weak. If you want to protect the people, go grow stronger!"
Arthur proclaimed.
Then she walked to Merlin and whispered:
"Merlin, I will not yield to fate. Britannia will not fall. It will endure forever!"