"My child, the moment you drew the sword and became king, every knight in Camelot cried out the same name: Arthur!"
The witch's whisper made Arthur think back to the day he drew the sword: the people staring at him with doubt and bewilderment, and the looks on Altria and Merlin's faces as if they wanted to tear him apart.
"The people yearn for your glory, and the Saxons fear your strength."
Arthur glanced at the frenzied fanatics gathered outside the castle, then at the Saxon laborer Gawain had just dragged back.
"You are kind, upright, sincere, and brave. You possess every admirable quality. And now, Britain needs the wisdom and strength of King Arthur."
"So that's why you climbed into my bed?" Arthur finally snapped.
Having resolved his lifespan crisis, turned down Guinevere's advances, arranged for Lancelot to become a 996 overworked wage warrior, and eliminated the possibility of Mordred being born, Arthur now faced a new trial: a bloody love triangle with a cleaver-wielding yandere.
I, King Arthur, refuse to die by accident, damn it!
Mythic Britain / F/Z / No Game No Life: Zero / FGO
Please ignore those weird tags! I'm begging you!
Well, the cat deleted all the book reviews, so I don't know if this book is good or not.