Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

At this moment, the entire world watched.

Heroic Spirits of formidable power and perfect bearing had instantly ascended to the world stage upon their appearance.

Countless people were captivated by their majestic presence, becoming their most fervent devotees.

King Arthur displayed her boundless might in full, power enough to oppose nations single-handedly!

Her voice carried across the world through the networks.

Surrounding her.

Gawain, Mordred, Kay and other Knights of the Round Table—Heroic Spirits renowned throughout Britain and indeed the world—all stood in solemn attendance.

Britain had been at the center of global turmoil since its public vote to leave Europe.

But now.

The mighty Knights of the Round Table once again proved to the world that Britain had never declined.

Countless Britons poured from their homes, forming massive rivers of humanity, cheering with fanatical fervor.

"A Round Table knighthood! Witnessing history again!"

"Rule Britannia!"

"This confirms The Perfect King was real too! Just who is Alaya?"

"So powerful, like a goddess! Worthy of standing atop the Heroic Spirit pyramid!"

"Speaking of which, doesn't this knighthood require the recipient's acceptance? Will [Nameless] respond?"

"Feels like a show of force toward Her Majesty Jeanne..."

...

France, Palace of Versailles.

The paladins and ministers all formed a protective barrier before their sovereign.

"Your Majesty, please calm yourself!"

"Intervening now would be tantamount to declaring war on Britain!"

"Nameless would never agree, Your Majesty can rest assured!"

...

A group of people broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

Their noble and great Majesty of France, the Dark Saint Jeanne d'Arc, was glaring furiously at the towering pillar of light.

The radiance of the Holy Sword shone brilliantly.

Even across the hundred-kilometer-wide strait, it could be seen clearly.

"This is absolutely a provocation against Us!"

Under the extremely tense gazes of her subordinates, Jeanne d'Arc sat back down on her throne.

With utter disdain, she snorted, "What are you all looking at? We haven't gone mad yet!"

"King Arthur doesn't seem to be knighting anyone—this is clearly a summoning ritual. Can she really summon Nameless?"

The soft and adorable pink-haired knight timidly spoke up.

The other Holy Knights all glared at her in unison: "Shut up!"

"I was right before..."

Astolfo, under the murderous gazes of the group, quickly hid beside the king, looking at everyone with an innocent expression.

"That was just a wild guess!"

Roland interjected, shooting meaningful glances at the other Holy Knights.

The rest immediately rushed over and dragged Astolfo aside—lest this guy spout more nonsense.

What if the king, in a fit of anger, ran off to challenge King Arthur to a duel?

And if she ended up pinned beneath King Arthur, singing surrender, the entire nation of France would be humiliated!

"Hmph, fine, don't believe me!"

After being dragged away, Astolfo couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

He was just trying to help, yet they dismissed him as spouting nonsense—how unfair was that?

But more importantly—why were these burly men still not letting him go?!

"Hey, hey! I won't say anything else, let me go!"

Astolfo, now surrounded by towering men in an increasingly awkward situation, struggled desperately.

"Honestly… I'm kind of tempted too..."

One knight gulped.

"Get lost!"

Roland kicked him aside.

You idiots, don't push your luck with this "men on men" nonsense!

——

Uruk.

Inside the opulent palace, the golden-glowing King of Heroes sipped from his goblet, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Tch. Women will always be women—so desperate to fight over a single man."

Gilgamesh sneered at the reactions of the two leaders from France and Britain.

Just some guy wandering through human history, burdened with some vague mission—was he really worth this much attention?

For a king like him, who possessed the originals of all treasures in the world and was nearly omniscient and omnipotent, no one was worthy of such regard.

This was the confidence of the oldest King of Heroes—no one could challenge his majesty!

Unrivaled!

"Nameless Heroic Spirit, if you dare appear before this king, I'll make you willingly bow and acknowledge me as your sovereign!"

Gilgamesh took a slow sip of wine, feeling a faint flicker of interest in that man.

Even he couldn't traverse human history and appear before countless Heroic Spirits.

Just what was that guy's true identity?

——

[Proclamation!]

[Your fate lies beneath mine, my fate entrusted to your sword!]

[Answer my knighthood, those who obey this will—respond to me!]

[Here, I swear:]

[I am the King of the Round Table, I am one who walks the path of chivalry!]

[The Oath of Knighthood crowns you—accept this title, Nameless Knight!]

King Arthur's voice resounded.

Yet—there was no response. Only an unbearably awkward silence.

Behind her, Mordred lowered her head, as if hiding the scornful smirk on her delicate face.

All the Knights of the Round Table stood quietly, their expressions subtly shifting.

Knighthood required consent, after all!

Given the Nameless Heroic Spirit's strength and mystery, a mere seat at the Round Table meant nothing.

People all over the world who witnessed this scene couldn't help but feel a sense of dissonance.

"Eh? Is Nameless really not accepting?" Roya exclaimed in surprise.

This was supposed to be a grand, world-shaking moment—so why wasn't that guy responding at all?

Her little face fell with disappointment as she propped her legs onto Souma's lap. "Such a great opportunity, why won't he accept it?"

"Probably because he's not capable of accepting it."

Souma casually spoke the truth.

After sacrificing everything to restart the world, he was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person now.

The remnants of his power were all focused on this mischievous child, specifically to "protect" this little one.

Knighting someone as a Round Table Knight wasn't as simple as ordinary people imagined—just anyone could receive it.

One needed to possess sufficient strength to accept such a knighting.

Otherwise, an ordinary person's body wouldn't be able to withstand it and would simply explode from the overwhelming energy!

"Tch, Nameless is so strong, how could he not be capable?" Roya rolled her eyes. "I think he's just afraid to show up, scared of getting stabbed!"

"..."

Souma's massaging hands on her legs tightened slightly.

You little brat, are you trying to get me killed?

At that moment.

Faced with the awkward silence, King Arthur on the screen showed no disappointment. Instead, she continued solemnly:

"Hear my proclamation!"

"My scabbard shall accompany you, your fate shall merge with mine!"

"I hereby knight you—"

"Knight of the Holy Light!"

This time, the knighting succeeded!

"Ahhh, it finally worked!" Roya jumped up from the sofa, her little face flushed with excitement.

Beside her.

Souma stared in shock as he felt a mysterious power slowly awakening within his long-ordinary body.

It was something that had long disappeared—

[Avalon, the Everdistant Utopia!]

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