Based on the above, in this dark continent where wars are raging and monsters are rampant, it is better to keep this little King Arthur by his side until she regains her strength.

"Okay, let's end the small talk. Let's get back to the business. You must be very sleepy now. Why do you appear here? Why do these things happen, Your Majesty King Arthur?"

As soon as I said this, the little boy fell silent and calmed down. After a while, he raised his head and nodded.

"Very good, where should I start?"

I scratched my head and sat down. I made eye contact with Al*lia and the others. When I saw them signaling for me to explain, I couldn't help but scratch my head in confusion.

Whatever, let me speak for myself.

Just as he moistened his throat, he saw the little King Arthur on the ground suddenly jumped high, and his small body flew into the air like a sharp arrow, and then fell down...

to my head.

Hey Hey hey!

"I'm not used to the condescending gaze," said little King Arthur, who was sitting firmly on top of my head.

Indeed, if we stood on the ground, the three of us would have to look down at her. Of course, the proud King Arthur would not be happy.

only……

"Why is it me again, bastard, don't you hate me? Do you say I'm ugly?" I yelled loudly.

Go, go, climb on the heads of Artolia and the others.

"What's the right thing for a defeated person to say? He will serve as a mount for Ben Ang." 1 Little King Arthur kept pulling out my hair angrily.

"It hurts, it hurts, stop it, don't pull it out, I just let you sit down, stop it!"

Even if you are an adventurer, you are in danger of turning into a Mediterranean uncle, you bastard. If that happens, what shame would I have to go back to see Vilas and the others?

In desperation, I just gave in.

In this way, the top of my head seemed to naturally become the throne of little King Arthur.

Having said that, is this guy really the reincarnation of King Arthur? I don’t think he looks like it at all. Even if hiding his attributes is just showing off his integrity, at least he can pretend to look like a king. The king is graceful, elegant, calm, mature, and noble.

Where did the majesty go?

If King Arthur had this kind of character hundreds of thousands of years ago, let alone founding the Elf Empire, it would be better if the Elf race was not destroyed by her.

Could it be that this is another abnormal change that Lord Merlin mentioned?

Can't we develop a better mutation? I want a dignified and steady King Arthur, you bastard!

Nagging with resentment in my heart, I once again told the little King Arthur in my head about the formation of soul reincarnation, the Twelve Knights and everything arranged by Lord Merlin.

What followed was silence for more than ten minutes.

Yes, even if you become naive, you will become confused when you hear such a shocking news and learn that your teacher and twelve friends who loyally protect you have reincarnated your soul.

And chaos.

In an instant, my inner sympathy arose, and I felt that this little thing was pitiful. He was inexplicably reborn in this troubled world, where all his relatives and friends had passed away, leaving him alone.

Should I say something to comfort her? What if she starts crying?

I was thinking in my mind, and accidentally my eyes fell on Artolia, and I found that she and Jeluka were both staring blankly at the top of my head, falling into a state of speechless distance.

Huh?

I turned around and looked at the smooth ice wall nearby, which was as smooth as a mirror, and I suddenly saw the scene reflected in it.

This little King Arthur actually took a nap on my head, bit by bit with his chin, like a chicken pecking at rice, so cute.

But you can’t eat cuteness, you bastard!

I was so angry that I raised my hands high and shook them above my head.

This little guy had a sensitive sixth sense, and at that moment he jumped up high and escaped my grasp.

"It's still 10,000 years too early to attack Ben'ang, you simpering person~~"

With a flash of sword light, there was a cool cross mark on my left cheek.

Oh oh oh, it's a fortress, from now on I will be the executioner...

No, bastard, now is not the time to complain!

"Say, were you listening to what I said just now?"

Resisting the urge to pull out my small silver cross again and issue a duel challenge, I gritted my teeth and asked.

As long as the other party says no or shakes his head, I'll give her a good look. This time I'm going to be serious. I'm really going to be serious. You bastard! Look down on my bear eyes! Wu Xiami! Huo Fanke's people are already dead at sea.

What a bastard!

"Of course I'm listening, you think I'm a fool like you~~"

This little guy said something very proudly that made my anger calm down a little but then sparked it again.

"So, there's nothing you want to say?,,I'll endure it, I'll endure it again, and I'll finish the serious things first.

"What do you want Ben Ang to say?" The little King Arthur asked me, not knowing whether he was pretending to be stupid or really stupid.

"Let me tell you, most people will react when they hear news like this." I asked patiently, but I didn't believe it. You guys are really indifferent.

A moment of silence...

I saw little King Arthur gently put down the sword of victory in his hand, put it around his waist, raised his head, and glanced at the three of us.

The moment their eyes met, it actually gave me a sense of majesty and oppression that I couldn't look directly at.

"Ben Ang...

I don’t have anything to say…

"After a pause, she said in a light tone.

"Spanning hundreds of thousands of years, appearing here again is a foregone conclusion. What's the use of sharp points? Ben Ang will only think about what to do next." Although it was only such a short moment, we have indeed grown up from this childhood.

The little guy feels a trace of the old King Arthur...
Chapter completed!