King Arthur Won't Die by Accident

[Mission Gaia has been completed.]

Rewards have been issued.

Item: Earth Weaving and Healing (pending).

To be honest, Arthur was a little confused.

He had been focused on the prompt notifying him of mission completion, but before he realized it, the entire environment around him had changed.

His army had vanished. Lancelot and Kikyo were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, Roman soldiers appeared before him.

What? How could he tell the difference?

Roman clothing was too distinctive. No one in Britain would wear such drab, tasteless outfits.

Relatively speaking, Arthur felt Britain had better taste.

Though puzzled by his sudden transfer, Arthur felt a bit relieved. This camp reeked of misery. Rome was wealthy, and their soldiers were well paid, but this place felt different.

Clearly, this was not the Roman mainland—but the coast of Britain.

Of all the Roman armies in the world, only this one had been pushed into such a dire state: forced to rashly land on British soil, so weak that the enemy doubted whether they'd starve before fighting.

Thinking it through, Arthur relaxed.

The Roman advance force here, aside from Jeanne Alter, was mostly incompetent, and they were close enough to retreat to the city at any time.

"Hey! You there! Identify yourself!" a Roman soldier called out.

With no stealth skills and oddly out of place, Arthur had no hope of sneaking around unnoticed. The soldiers approached cautiously, spears raised.

Yet Arthur felt no alarm.

They were just Roman soldiers—no magician or minister would suddenly upend the world.

Those who should kneel would kneel.

He turned with a slow smile. "Me? I'm just a magician who can't do magic." He pinched a magic card and shook it lightly. A gentle breeze stirred in his palm. "See? Magic charm~."

Arthur easily slipped into the Roman camp.

Thanks to his charm, he quickly "befriended" several soldiers and officers.

That night, he strolled openly into a Roman officer's tent and handled official business like a true Roman officer—well, British business, really.

There was no avoiding it: Arthur was accustomed to finishing his work before resting. He always felt incomplete if he skipped a day.

Although the Saxons had won the recent battle, they had yet to reclaim territory.

Many Saxon soldiers were scattered along the northern border, and unless dealt with swiftly, peace would be impossible.

Fortunately, Kikyo, Lancelot, and fresh British soldiers—still recovering from the great war—were nearby.

Arthur treated this as a chance for soldiers to relax, assigning them to suppress bandits and capture remaining Saxon forces. Simple work, something Lancelot knew well.

Coastal issues were easier.

As long as the Roman army was kept alive, they could lure the Sword Emperor over and handle things easily.

Besides, Romans were easier to manage than Saxons. The Saxons, long settled on the islands, could be captured, reeducated, and turned into citizens in a few years.

But Romans clung to Rome's identity. Captured Romans were only slaves—not future British citizens, posing a hidden danger.

So on the battlefield, there was no need for politeness.

Fight as you must. Kill as necessary.

After safely reporting to Aige and others in Camelot, Arthur attended to government affairs and passed the night quickly.

The next morning, Arthur awoke to Roman soldiers respectfully surrounding him.

He twitched the corner of his mouth. What the heck? Has my personal charm (charm) level increased again? Looking at these guys—they practically act like dogs.

"Don't crowd me. You're Roman soldiers. Just do what you're supposed to."

He sighed and gave the order.

After the soldiers dispersed, Arthur thought it was too troublesome to rush back to Britain immediately, so he stayed and worked here.

After all, the communication crystal on his wrist kept him connected; work was the same anywhere and wouldn't be delayed.

Deep in concentration on official documents, a sudden voice nearby almost made him drop his communication crystal.

Arthur looked up awkwardly.

Eh? This woman isn't—?

"Good morning, Your Excellency Jeanne Alter."

Arthur's expression froze for a moment, then a small smile curved his lips.

Heroic Spirit? Servant?

No matter who they are, everyone falls for my personal charm!

Actually, Arthur was quite confident in his charm.

Usually, those around him were already enthusiastic, so he rarely needed to show it.

If it ever came to a last resort, a casual smile was enough to make Merry nosebleed and faint peacefully.

No one could resist this king's charm. No one!

"You—" Jeanne Alter's cheeks flushed immediately. "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Looking closely, this man was quite handsome.

Hmph! How can a grown man be so good-looking?

Jeanne Alter's heart raced wildly, but forced by her nonexistent army authority to control her face, she remained stiff and serious.

This left Arthur dumbfounded.

No effect? This can't be right. How could a mere village girl resist my charm?

"You're not mistaken, Your Excellency Jeanne Alter. I'm just a humble magician attached to the army. I can't do much except some research, so I seldom go out. That's why I have no chance to meet you, and it's no wonder you don't remember me."

Arthur smiled politely but inwardly was alert. Facing a Servant so close was dangerous.

"Magician?" Jeanne Alter blinked, then became intrigued.

Or rather, anything related to Arthur piqued her interest.

Seeing how easily he fooled her, Arthur felt enlightened.

As they say, farm girls are the easiest women to handle in any lifetime.

"Just some trivial research on airflow manipulation," Arthur added, stepping aside and showing her the "Magic Research (British Government Documents)."

Anyway, you're just a country girl who can't read. What secrets will you find?

I'll give you the honor of sharing my surname.

-End Chapter-

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