Fate: The Forged Arthur Pendragon

What does it feel like to know you're about to take down a Pharaoh?

Suya felt just like Ben Bo'er Ba, summoned by the Nine-Headed Insect to eliminate Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

The sky is falling!

Suya considered himself to be exceptionally talented in this world. Not long after transmigrating, he had, with Merlin's help, directly defeated a professional-level assassin.

But no matter how much of a prodigy I am, you can't treat me like Sasuke, can you?

Go wherever there's a beating to be had?

Are... are you even human?!

Suya looked at Merlin, Lucan, and Dagonet with a look of terror, seeing that all three seemed to strongly endorse this proposal. His heart sank even further.

Semi-hero.

Even with 'semi,' that's still stronger than Master-level. I'd probably be down in one hit against a Master-level opponent, so why aren't you guys objecting at all?

Seeing Suya's terrified expression, Merlin gently patted his stomach with her small hand, giving him a "You can do it, young man" look. She encouraged him,

"Don't be afraid, Su... My King, you can do it. Besides, right now, only you can."

Lucan nodded. "We need a Swordsman!"

"A Master-level Swordsman. As long as we have such a Master Swordsman skilled in riding to complement our lineup, we'll have a 'theoretical' chance of fighting this semi-hero head-on."

Suya was immediately surprised. "Swordsman? And a Master-level Swordsman?"

By now, he had learned the general tier system for professions in this world from Merlin and Dagonet.

Apprentice, Professional, Master, Hero, and then the Legendary level, whose true terror he hadn't yet witnessed, and beyond Legendary, Gods, who possessed the power to freely flatten mountains, create seas, alter continental plates, and even summon continents.

Of the six ranks, Master was in the third position.

But regardless, the practical problem remained—

Suya wasn't even an Apprentice.

All his attributes had been boosted through the cheat provided by his transmigration. Moreover, he only knew that such a path existed; he didn't even know how to become a professional or how to grow stronger.

Ignoring Merlin's enhancement magic, Suya's true combat strength was only on par with the miscellaneous soldiers found everywhere on this battlefield, let alone opponents above Master-level.

Thinking this, Suya couldn't help but shift his gaze to Dagonet beside him.

"Wait, Dagonet, aren't you a knight?"

"Yes, My King, I am a knight, and also a lancer."

"But I am not a swordsman."

Suya had somewhat grown accustomed to Dagonet's detailed explanations and immediately said, "Then please explain it to me properly."

"My King, I am honored, but I am not a swordsman, nor a leader. I... I cannot replace you..."

Dagonet instinctively shrunk his neck, starting to act like a timid tortoise.

Suya found Dagonet suddenly extremely difficult to communicate with at this moment and could only helplessly explain,

"I'm not asking you to replace me; I'm asking you to..."

Lucan glanced at Dagonet, disdain in his eyes. He sneered,

"My King, allow me to explain. I already said, this fellow is a coward. Whenever it involves fighting, his mind is like a pill bug crawling on the ground; he can only understand commands like 'find a place to hide'."

"You... you're talking nonsense! I... I... it's just..."

Lucan completely ignored Dagonet's retort and explained,

"We need a Master-level Swordsman, or rather, we need you to pretend to be a Master-level Swordsman."

"Swordsman, Lancer, Knight, Archer, Berserker, Mage, Assassin."

"Among the seven major classes,"

"The Swordsman class possesses the highest Strength and Endurance bonuses. We already have no shortage of Agility-type Assassins and Lancers. Therefore, we need a front-liner who can directly engage the Sphinx, the fantasy creature Ptolemy rides, and a Master-level Swordsman who can withstand Ptolemy's close-range attacks, as he is both a Swordsman and a Knight."

"But this isn't about you genuinely fighting that semi-hero. It's merely to present the stance that we possess the ability to contend with them, just as I did when facing Seleucus."

"You possess, erm..."

At this point, Lucan seemed to recall some unpleasant memory, instinctively glancing at Merlin, who stood innocently and docilely beside him. He quickly replaced the word 'con artist,' which was about to slip out, with other terms, vaguely but confidently affirming to Suya,

"You have the aura of that profession. If it's you, you can perfectly achieve this!"

Hearing this, Suya remained expressionless.

If you want to call me a con artist, just say it... If you want me to get beaten up, just say that too!

Does His Majesty need to ask you for money like Merlin just because of this?

You underestimate the King's magnanimity too much!

However,

At this moment, he also understood Lucan's plan.

They were going to deceive, ambush, and rely on their wits to bully the possibly incoming Comrade Pharaoh.

The one thing they couldn't do was truly fight him.

"In fact, the circulating news within our circle about Sir Ector's second son is that he is a Master-level Swordsman, a rising star of the kingdom with talent no less than Sir Kay."

"The enemy knows this information too."

"Although I don't know why the real you hasn't even touched a profession, and moreover, compared to becoming a Swordsman, you actually possess top-tier talent for another profession..."

"But—"

Swoosh!

Suddenly speaking, Lucan, who had been speaking, suddenly knelt before Suya, seemingly looking down, but his gaze subtly angled upwards. His narrowed golden eyes calmly observed the expression on Suya's face.

And with his head bowed, his voice conveyed a different demeanor,

Speaking with an utterly apologetic and sincere tone,

"My apologies, My King, even if this temporarily buries your talent!"

"To defeat the future Pharaoh King, reach Saul, and return to the capital—"

"My King, please, become a Swordsman!"

Although the words that reached his ears were fervent and flawless,

Suya instinctively felt a sense of being scrutinized at this moment.

The moment Lucan mentioned the term 'Sir Ector's second son,' he immediately realized,

Lucan was still suspicious, suspicious of his identity as king, suspicious of the authenticity of his being Sir Ector's son!

And in less than a tenth of a second of reaction time,

Suya immediately responded—

He showed a look of awkwardness, slightly clenched his fists, and then, somewhat disheartened, said,

"At the manor, I wasn't like Brother Kay. I couldn't even call Ector 'Father'... Never mind."

Suya first helped Lucan up, then looked up, gazing at the three around the single-legged round table one by one. He gritted his teeth and said loudly,

"I want to become a practitioner!"

"My knights—"

"This is not just for you, but for myself as well. Becoming the best or most suitable profession isn't important. What's important is,"

"As King, I want to fight alongside you!"

"Please tell me!"

"How do I become a Swordsman?"