I Became a Mythical Knight King

Chapter 120: Successor of the Holy King (6)

Five days had passed since the fierce battle with the Lion King, but the Galatein Fortress was still boiling with the excitement of victory.

This was not just any ordinary victory—it was the return of the heir of King Arthur, the king of Camelot, who was not only a myth and legend but also a historical figure.

The soldiers enjoyed recounting the events of that day, and naturally, the demand for stories about the “Black Knight of Lothian” skyrocketed.

“It was one day when Lothian encountered the Black Knight.”

The bards who arrived after hearing the rumors would have been turned away at the fortress gate on a normal day, but today, they were able to confidently enter the castle gates.

The tales of the bards differed slightly.

Since Galatein Fortress was quite far from the western areas where Yoo Seong usually operated, the bards had mostly been active in the central or southern regions.

Each bard, having heard songs and rumors in taverns or on the streets, added their own flair to the lyrics, resulting in distortions of the truth and the addition of extravagant stories.

However, there was one thing that always appeared in every song: the story of the sorceress from the Baltois family.

The sorceress in black who accompanied the Black Knight.

The beautiful, wise, and even kind-hearted daughter of the Baltois family.

The soldiers in Galatein Fortress had no difficulty recalling the girl who had returned with the king.

Her purple hair, almost black, and her faint golden eyes, resembling moonlight.

She was more beautiful than the songs of the bards—no, even more beautiful than the songs, and her bright smile was like the sun itself.

Those who had met the king’s sorceress, René Baltois, the second daughter of the Baltois family, inside the fortress all gave favorable reviews.

The beautiful, kind, and even gentle sorceress of the king.

Naturally, René’s popularity inside Galatein Fortress soared, and as a result, the reputation of the Baltois family also rose.

And now.

“Ah! Baltois!”

Juliet, leading the cavalry in front of the fortress gate, could not help but feel flustered at the unexpectedly friendly gaze of the soldiers.

While the Baltois family was famous, it was ultimately a family located on the western border.

It would have been impossible for the soldiers to recognize the Baltois family’s flag, unless they were nobles.

Yet, without revealing her identity, everyone recognized the Baltois family flag and even greeted her warmly.

“Are you Sir Juliet?”

“…Yes.”

“I am Malon, the gatekeeper. Did you come as a member of the Western Lord Alliance?”

“Ah, yes.”

How did they know? She hadn’t even sent an advance messenger.

Had they been diligent in gathering information?

Or could it be that René, that fool, had foreseen her visit and prepared in advance—

‘No, that doesn’t make sense no matter how I think about it.’

Though René was smart, she was the type to be clueless in daily life, as all her intelligence was focused on studies.

Seeing Juliet’s slightly flustered expression, Malon chuckled and said,

“His Majesty’s deeds are very famous. And you look just like your sister, so I recognized you at a glance.”

After Malon’s compliment, Juliet courteously responded and led her cavalry into the fortress.

“Are you Lady Saint Jillian?”

“Yes? Ah, yes. I am Jillian Ynatri, serving Lord Omphalos.”

Malon, who was accompanying Juliet, addressed Jillian, and although she was somewhat surprised, Jillian responded with an elegant smile.

Admiring her graceful demeanor, Malon spoke with a friendly face.

“As the rumors said, you truly are a beauty. Your feats in the Artois County were very impressive.”

“Ah, perhaps that…”

“Yes, you defended the fortress gate from a demon’s attack, didn’t you?”

Jillian smiled faintly as the story she expected came up. However, she quickly suppressed the smile and returned to her elegant expression.

“Hmm, everything was thanks to Lord Omphalos’ grace.”

Her saintly demeanor caused not only Malon but also the surrounding soldiers to blush and cast friendly glances.

And one person.

Hoping that there might be some mention of her, Robin couldn’t help but glance at the soldiers around her, but no one recognized her, and they merely laughed, so she pouted and slouched her shoulders like René.

About half an hour later.

“René!”

Startled by the voice from above, René quickly raised her head.

“Ah, sister?”

“Ah, yes, sister.”

In the library located in one part of the fortress, which had essentially become René’s personal room since a few days ago, René, who had been enthusiastically reading the Camelot magic books, turned around with a surprised expression as Juliet stood beside her.

When had her sister arrived?

She must have opened the door and walked up to the desk, but why hadn’t René noticed?

Lost in confusion, René narrowed her eyes.

For some reason, Juliet’s gaze at her was incredibly displeased.

“Why, why, why.”

Habitually asking in a gruff voice, Juliet sighed deeply before scanning René from top to bottom and said,

“You haven’t changed. You’re still the same. As always, dull and baggy.”

René’s black, baggy sorcerer robe lacked any sense of decoration or color.

For a moment, René was furious at Juliet’s comment, but since it was true that the robe was baggy and dull, she couldn’t argue.

The excuse that it was practical and comfortable would likely be dismissed anyway.

But then.

“Oh, at least you’ve made some changes? That’s bolder than I thought?”

Juliet, fiddling with the hem of René’s skirt, said, and a startled René quickly pushed Juliet’s hand away.

“What, what are you thinking? This is for practical reasons!”

“If your practical reason is to seduce His Majesty, that’d be great, but I don’t think that’s it. Why? Now is it uncomfortable to walk in a tight skirt?”

“It’s not that… um, sister, did I tell you? The successor can see human talents.”

“What talents?”

“King of Fists.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Juliet naturally touched her forehead, and René’s lips pouted.

“Ugh, it’s true.”

“So, you tore your skirt for that? To try kicking?”

“Yeah. Wanna see?”

“No, not really.”

“Come on, just take a look. Please?”

René, as if wanting to show off, smiled widely, then jumped up from her seat and went to a relatively spacious area in the corner of the library.

As René positioned herself, Juliet thought to herself.

‘Even if His Majesty didn’t lie, it was still René.’

It must be something like moonlight gymnastics or—

“What the hell.”

Juliet unconsciously said.

It couldn’t be helped.

What René demonstrated was just a few kicks and punches that weren’t really remarkable, but Juliet knew it was far from ordinary.

There was no way someone could achieve those movements after just a few days of training so the answer was clear.

A talent that transcended time.

An unfair ability to learn in one day what others would take ten days to master.

“Hah, how about it? Isn’t it cool? Isn’t it great?”

When Juliet’s eyes widened in surprise, René puffed out her chest proudly.

Normally, Juliet would have tried to make excuses and deny it, but this time, she couldn’t.

Instead, she asked, her voice filled with confusion.

“No, really. You’ve been wasting this talent all this time?”

It was frustrating. So frustrating it felt maddening.

But perhaps the only saving grace was that she had realized the talent now?

Juliet, finally pulling herself together, moved closer to René and asked,

“So, are you switching to martial arts now?”

“Uh? No, not that. I’ll still be a sorceress. I’m the king’s sorceress, after all.”

That was the right answer.

Since the goddess had bestowed her as the king’s sorceress, taking up martial arts would be blasphemous.

“Wait, then what’s your magical talent?”

If the king had bestowed a sorceress with the talent of the King of Fists—

“Hehe…”

As René’s face began to beam with pride, Juliet immediately shook her head.

“No, never mind. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to.”

“Why-ee?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m not listening. I don’t want to see you gloating.”

“Tch, fine. Then I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

“What’s that?”

“The story from that day.”

The scene from the day the successor raised the Sword of Light high and defeated the Lion King.

This time, Juliet couldn’t stop herself from asking.

She was truly curious.

About half an hour later, after listening to René’s elaborate tale, Juliet closed her eyes and imagined one scene, her face soaked in afterthought.

Yoo Seong, holding Caliburn high, emanating human light was magnificent, truly magnificent.

It was so magnificent that her body trembled.

“Mm, perhaps it would be best if both sisters married His Majesty to solidify the Baltois family’s position?”

“Did you just say something very strange?”

“Anyway, ha… it’s a regret that we couldn’t be there together that day.”

Sniffle “Me too.”

At the last voice, René blinked, then suddenly exclaimed,

“Robin! When did you get here?”

“From the beginning.”

Usually, Robin would avoid joining Juliet, but since it had been a while since meeting René, she had decided to tag along, thinking she would definitely get to hear stories of that day’s battle.

“Anyway, I get it. So we’ll be departing for the royal capital soon, right?”

Juliet asked, and René immediately nodded.

“Yeah, we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Great, that’s perfect.”

Even if they were a day or two late, they would have caught up, but it seemed like departing together from the fortress now was the perfect scene.

“Where’s His Majesty?”

“He’s training at the Swordsmanship Hall.”

“At that place called Yoo Seong Castle?”

“Yeah. When he’s not at the Swordsmanship Hall, he practices with Count Bisten in a different way.”

“Mm, I see.”

It seemed that Yoo Seong was no ordinary king.

And they would all be leaving soon to meet him in person.

“Alright, I’ll go and prepare the rest.”

“Okay, sister. I’ll see you there.”

With that, the two sisters prepared for their departure the following day.

As his body recovered to some extent, Yoo Seong was dedicating himself to training every day.

“How is the Crown Princess?”

“The Crown Princess is probably still resting. Her injury was quite severe, after all.”

One of the reasons the royal procession was delayed was because of the Crown Princess’ injury.

Although she had somehow managed to get up and have a meeting with Yoo Seong, she was still a critically ill patient.

“Hmm, I see. So, how is she?”

“What do you mean?”

“The Crown Princess. What is she like?”

“Sister, it’s not just ‘Crown Princess’—it’s ‘Her Highness the Crown Princess’.”

“Anyway.”

“She’s a good person. She’s beautiful, kind, and…I guess you could say she’s elegant and dignified?”

René spoke with a slightly longing expression, and Juliet clicked her tongue.

“Why are you like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just as predictable as always.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Never mind. Anyway, since you’re here, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

There would be many things to do when they reached the royal capital, like the coronation ceremony, celebratory feasts, and other tasks.

“Let’s go to the royal capital together.”

“Okay, sister.”

In any case, she was a reliable older sister.

René nodded and smiled brightly.

The days in Yoo Seong Castle passed quickly.

After finishing his training at the Swordsmanship Hall, Yoo Seong, along with Jillian and Juliet, as well as Robin and Edgar who had come to accompany and guard them, enjoyed a meal together and caught up.

Then, the next morning, having left behind Count Bisten and the Grand Duke, Yoo Seong set out from the Galatein Fortress with the Crown Princess.

The destination was the royal capital of the Silatein Kingdom, Astria.

It was the first step in forming the Holy King’s army.