It was said he once slew the monster Grendel and later inherited the Danish throne.
He was a great hero who, even in his old age, could die in battle with a dragon.
But Kailar wasn't afraid, and he had complete confidence in Artoria.
Come on, if an Artoria, who had undergone day-in and day-out training by non-human Claymores like Teresa, couldn't even defeat a guy who relied on his own brute strength, then what was the point? They might as well disband! Go home and farm!
"Come on." Artoria shook her Sword of Victory, exuding the demeanor of a master, her stance neither humble nor arrogant, with the air of a grandmaster.
"Hmph…" Wiping away the trickle of blood on his forehead, caused by the Sword of Victory's earlier graze, he took a great sword from a plump attendant nearby, hefted it a couple of times, grunted twice, and then suddenly roared, raising his sword to strike at Artoria.
Amidst the Knights' gasps of surprise, Beowulf stopped.
A longsword was pressed against his throat, its cold edge raising goosebumps.
He swallowed with difficulty, and after a brief silence, a mountain of cheers erupted.
"Do you yield?" With a slight smile, Artoria found such a large and burly opponent to be no challenge at all.
"No!" The two words, gritted through his teeth, made Beowulf's face flush crimson.
His warrior's pride made him deeply ashamed, but to be subdued without even having made a move… that was the true humiliation.
However, his actions were also a form of cheating, which made him feel even more ashamed.
"Then again!" Artoria, with a regal air, gently withdrew her longsword, its tip lowered to the ground.
Looking at the young girl before him, whose face was as calm as a still lake, Beowulf had nothing more to say… Perhaps that Sword of Victory had truly chosen the right person!!
Suddenly kneeling, a dejected Beowulf, filled with endless despair, said, "I admit defeat."
These words ignited the entirety of Camelot like gunpowder.
"Boom! Boom! Hey-yo! Boom! Boom! Hey-yo! Boom! Boom! Hey-yo!!!" Beating their gauntlets against their breastplates, they created waves of cheers, a thunderous roar that made Beowulf's subordinates tremble.
"Lily."
Kailar's voice suddenly came from the stage.
Turning her head to look at Kailar, she saw a relaxed and approving smile.
Raising an eyebrow, Kailar pursed his lips and extended his hand: "Come up! I just had a good idea."
The way Kailar instantly pulled her onto the stage made Artoria feel a sense of humiliation.
"Quiet!" Kailar struck his bronze staff.
The crisp sound of the bronze staff hitting the bronze platform echoed far and wide like a bronze bell, and along with this clear sound, Kailar's voice also traveled far.
"Hear ye! Hear ye!"
"Camelot establishes the Royal State Church Knight Order!!" *Clang!* The bronze staff striking the ground left a reverberating echo.
"The Knight Order shall be named the Knights of the Round Table, with one hundred and fifty Knights of the Round Table as the strongest in the realm!" *Clang!* Kailar's voice, accompanied by the rhythmic striking of his bronze staff, echoed in the sky.
"At the head of the one hundred and fifty Knights of the Round Table, there shall be thirteen Knight Captains! All shall be of unparalleled martial prowess! Does anyone here object?!!!" Kailar raised his bronze staff, holding Artoria's hand, and shouted.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!" The Knights roared.
"Then! For the next five days, it will be a martial competition to select the Knights of the Round Table! You all have no objections, do you?!!" Kailar shouted.
"Indeed! Indeed!" Pounding their breastplates, creating a cacophony of sound, the Knights roared in unison.
"Wait!!!" Beowulf's loud voice suddenly called out, "Can we, outsiders, also apply for the martial competition?!"
Beowulf shouted.
"You fellow!!" Everyone was fed up with his thick skin.
"What's wrong! This young man said! The capable come first, unparalleled martial prowess! If you're scared! You don't have to insult me with words!" Beowulf's move was truly brilliant!
It instantly forced the Knights to definitely fight him to decide victory or defeat.
"As if we're afraid of you!" A strong Knight, his armor clanking, walked forward.
With a swing of his great sword, the two clashed in a direct confrontation.
A buzzing sound came from the bronze sword, and it was fortunate that the bronze sword was tough; if it were an iron sword, it would probably have broken directly, right?
One strike wasn't the end; a second strike came!
Another buzzing, powerful clash, like two giant bears, the two collided.
Beowulf's face wore a wolf-like sneer, full of wildness, clearly enjoying the thrill of battle.
After the third strike, the victor was decided.
The tall Knight, his wrist aching and soft, instantly lost his bronze great sword, which fell to the ground with a crisp clang.
"Hmph hmph! Is there anyone else?!" Beowulf let out a huge, wolf-like roar; this was probably a characteristic of their people.
"I'll come!" another Knight stepped forward and said loudly.
For a period after that, Beowulf defeated dozens of people like a monster, with immense bear-like strength and wolf-like agility.
Kailar finally understood why he was called Bear.
No wonder he could kill the monster Grendel.
Now the Knights understood what kind of martial arts were needed to defeat such a fellow.
Comparing him to Artoria, everyone couldn't help but greatly admire her martial prowess.
As a woman, the effort required to defeat such a monster was far from ordinary.
"This won't do." A person stepped forward, with a handsome face, golden hair like the sun, and an aura of righteousness, like a savior, his entire being exuding an essence called "protagonist."
Gawain.
"Gawain, please instruct." Gawain shook his longsword and charged directly.
Facing Gawain, Beowulf dared not be careless, fiercely blocking the blow.
Although his center of gravity was pushed forward, he still retreated two steps due to the power of that sword strike.
"Beautiful!" Beowulf roared, swinging his sword heartily, clashing the two combatants together.
"Ha!" Gawain raised his sword and clashed again.
With each clang of their swords and halberds, the two seemed to have endless strength as they wielded their longswords.
Finally, Beowulf's strength gradually ran out.
Gawain, on the other hand, grew stronger as the sun gradually rose, his sword momentum, like his golden hair, eventually becoming as all-pervasive as sunlight.
"I'm impressed." Beowulf, still with some strength left, leaped out of the circle and stood aside, smiling, "I admit defeat."
"Thank you, you are also very powerful." Gawain, like a true Knight, raised his sword in a gesture, politely sheathing it in return.
Gawain's excellent performance earned him rounds of applause from the Knights.