Under the gaze of the crowd, Lot took out a whistle.
Then, he placed it in his mouth and blew.
[Come, watch how this Zhang Mazi deals with Huang Silang.]
As he blew, Lot couldn't help but feel rather pleased with himself.
Morgan was utterly baffled.
Those… sound like names?
But they're such strange names…
Lot, what on earth are you thinking about?
After the whistle sounded, everyone present felt a sudden tremor the unmistakable rumble of cavalry charging on horseback.
In the eyes of the nobleman, a vast number of knights appeared, surrounding the soldiers of the noble faction.
Artoria, seeing these knights approach, planted her sword into the ground and assumed a serious stance.
These were her Knights of the Round Table.
Of course, she had to put in the effort to impress them, to earn their respect.
She was only about 150 cm tall.
Meanwhile, the people around her Kay and Lot were both over 180 cm, and Morgan stood at around 170 cm. Even Galahad was significantly taller than her.
If she had been at the front of the group, it wouldn't have been an issue.
But Lot and Morgan, being of higher status, stood ahead of her. Kay, her sworn brother, stood beside her. And as for Galahad, he naturally believed he should stand behind King Arthur.
Thus, she instantly became the lowest point in the formation.
Artoria felt her mood plummet.
Yet, no one noticed her internal crisis.
Morgan watched Lot, while Lot turned his gaze toward the panicking nobles.
Lot's knights were numerous. While they might not match the historical Round Table Knights in quality, in terms of sheer numbers, they were no less formidable.
Against these weak enemies, the difference in skill hardly mattered.
"Now, do you still think victory is assured?"
Lot smirked at the nobles.
Though their forces were considerable, they were all infantry.
The pressure exerted by the Knights of the Round Table was overwhelming.
A knight was not merely a rider.
"You knew we would do this from the start, didn't you?"
The lead nobleman glared at Lot and Morgan.
"Obviously. If I hadn't anticipated this, why would I have gone out of my way to leave? Did you think I was just going fishing for fun?"
The nobleman's expression darkened further.
Seeing the situation, Morgan simply raised her hand.
"Now then annihilate these traitorous nobles."
At her command, the Round Table Knights raised their swords in unison.
Realizing they were about to be surrounded, the nobleman frantically rallied his men.
"Don't falter! Their numbers aren't that much greater than ours! If we fight seriously, we won't lose! Defeat these enemies, and you'll be richly rewarded!"
Hearing this, his soldiers steadied themselves, their fighting spirit rekindled.
The pressure from the Round Table Knights no longer seemed so daunting.
Lot laughed at his words.
Then, he turned to Artoria, who was still sulking.
"Go on. Let the first battle of the Round Table Knights be secured by your hand. Artoria, First Seat of the Round Table."
As he said this, he couldn't help but find it ironic.
In the original history, the Round Table had been hers. Now, she was just working under Morgan.
When he first learned from Artoria that she had joined the Round Table, he had been shocked.
Now, though, he was used to it.
Artoria didn't share Lot's sentiment.
Right now, she only knew one thing:
She might be short, but her strength was anything but lacking.
Especially now that she had drawn the Sword in the Stone her power was on a whole new level.
This was her chance to prove herself to everyone.
With swift, determined steps, Artoria charged forward.
The noble's soldiers sneered at the sight of such a small figure rushing at them.
They hadn't witnessed Artoria pulling the sword from the stone.
Even if they had, they'd have assumed it was Morgan's doing.
A few burly men lunged at her, intending to take her out first.
All of them were sent flying by her blade.
The noble soldiers stared in shock.
What kind of strength was that?!
Artoria didn't stop. She continued her advance toward the nobles.
Meanwhile, the Round Table Knights began their charge.
Galahad, however, stayed back he still needed to guard against the possible appearance of his father.
The noble soldiers braced themselves against the knights' assault.
Chaos erupted instantly.
Yet the battle was overwhelmingly one-sided.
Even without the Round Table Knights, Kay and Artoria alone were forces to be reckoned with.
The nobles did have skilled swordsmen among them, and they banded together to confront Artoria.
But even their combined efforts were no match for her in this state.
Their coordinated attacks were effortlessly dismantled, and they were swiftly defeated.
She wanted to prove to Morgan
Yes, I might eat a little more than most…
But I'm worth every bite!
Lady Morgan, look! I've defeated all these enemies for you!
Since Lancelot never appeared, the noble forces were quickly overwhelmed.
The lead nobleman was captured by Kay and dragged before Lot and Morgan.
Once restrained, the nobleman's composure crumbled.
He groveled before them.
"L-Lord Lot! Lady Morgan! I was wrong! I swear loyalty to you! I'll give you all my wealth and land as tribute to the new queen!"
Lot and Morgan exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter.
[Ah, the spinelessness of feudal nobility!]
Lot internally mocked.
Then, still smiling, he spoke.
"You nobles mean nothing to me."
"Your lands mean nothing to me either."
The nobleman blinked stupidly.
"Then… what does matter to you?"
"Your absence that's what matters to me."