In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

He looks like a handsome young man, but he is actually a girl with blonde hair.

Her name is Artoria Pendragon. Although she is a girl, she has been raised to behave and live her life according to male standards.

"Lia!" A male voice came from afar.

“Brother Kai…” Artoria murmured.

A tall, handsome young man came running from the horizon.

His name is Kai, and he is Artoria's adoptive brother and the eldest son of Sir Hector.

"What's wrong, Brother Kai?" Artoria asked politely.

"Uncle Anno is here, and Father is calling us back," Kai said excitedly.

"Is Mr. Anno here? I know." She paused for a moment, then smiled broadly, whistled at the herd of horses, and walked home side by side with her sworn brother.

Artoria is fourteen years old this year. Over the years, she has lived with her father and brother, farming and herding horses. Sir Hector also teaches her swordsmanship, spearmanship and horsemanship. The court magician Merlin also teaches her the knowledge of being a queen in her dreams.

She was aware of her future fate, and for the sake of the country, she would accept it.

Anno would come over every now and then to visit Artoria, and bring the two children playmates and some delicious and rare food.

Anno's skills were learned from the 21st century.

But this time, Anno brought more than just food and playmates.

Snapped.

The cup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, the tea spilling down the floor.

"Lord Anno, what you're saying, is it true?" Sir Hector, who already looked somewhat old, trembled all over.

“Ah…it’s true…” Anno’s voice was also extremely heavy.

Anno is now 34 years old, and his appearance has become more rugged. His black hair is still the same length, but his calloused hands show that this man has not had a peaceful life over the years.

He brought bad news with him this time.

King Uther, who was seriously injured in the Battle of Vortigern fourteen years ago, finally succumbed to his injuries, even with Merlin's efforts to prolong his life.

King Euthyr...is critically ill.

As King Uther's friend and subject, Anor was deeply saddened and brought Lancelot to Ser Hector's house.

"This, this." Sir Hector sat in his chair, still somewhat incredulous.

“Wang… should be free now,” Anno said weakly.

"Ah...ah." Hector paused, about to explode in anger, but then realized something and let out a sigh.

King Uther really needs a rest.

"Father, we're back." Kai's voice carried from afar.

Shaking his head, Anno stood up from the chair: "It's too early to grieve. The king is still alive. Let's... go see the children first."

Sir Hector nodded and wiped his eyes. "You're right."

As the two stepped out of the room, they saw three teenagers walking towards them, although one of the teenagers was a girl.

“Kay has grown up so much,” Anno exclaimed.

Kai is several years older than Lancelot and Artoria, who are of similar age, and is also the tallest.

“I plan to have him join your knightly order within the next two years to fight for Britain,” Hector said with considerable emotion.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: You Don't Have Much Time Left

Anno glanced at Hector: "The entry requirements for my Chalk Knights are very strict."

He commands Britain's most elite forces, originally named the Knights of Glory of Britain, whose entire force wears the same bright silver plate armor as Anno.

Anor was a victorious lord who had never lost a war. Every time he returned in triumph, he would ride his horse in armor through the capital city of Camelot, and the people of the capital called them "the chalk of Britain".

Later, Anno simply changed the name of the knightly order to "The Knights of the British Chalk," and he himself became known as the Knights of the British Chalk.

This knightly order is small, with only a few hundred members, so each member is at least capable of taking on ten opponents at once, which is frighteningly high.

“It’s alright, I have confidence in Kai.” Hector smiled; these children were full of energy and brought hope.

“Father, Mr. Anno,” Artoria bowed to the two of them.

“Father, Sir Hector.” Lancelot looked flustered.

Kai has already spoken to Anno.

He seemed very easygoing.

"Isn't Mr. Merlin here?" Artoria asked. Usually, Anno would bring Merlin with him when he came.

Upon hearing this name, Kai's veins bulged on his forehead.

"Lia, why do you care about that old man? He'll only cause trouble for others," Kai said angrily.

Artoria had to farm, herd horses, and train as a knight during the day, and after dark she would follow Merlin in her dreams to learn knowledge, which was completely unacceptable to Kai, who had always cared for his younger sister.

Artoria comforted Kai by saying: "It's okay, at least I can still get two hours of sleep a day."

Good grief, Kai was even more unwilling, and kept clamoring to teach Merlin a lesson.

Under such exploitative training, Artoria can be called a perfect knight from any angle.

"Merlin didn't come," Anno sighed.

To make such a young child bear the weight of the whole of Britain or something.

“The purpose of my visit is to tell you, Artoria.” Patting Lancelot on the shoulder, Anno walked up to Artoria and said in a deep voice, “You must begin to prepare to accept your destiny, future king of Britain.”

Artoria was stunned.

The air seemed to freeze.

Lancelot stood awkwardly to the side, not daring to speak, while Hector was once again overcome with sadness.

"Hey, Uncle Anno, you mean...?" Kai asked incredulously.

Anno nodded: "Lia's biological father, King Uther of Britain... doesn't have much time left."

“But, but Leah is still so young…” Kai said anxiously.

He felt very sorry for his adopted sister.

“Brother Kai, there’s no need to say anything more.” Artoria stopped Kai from continuing, her eyes sharp. “I understand, Mr. Anno.”

Anno nodded: "Go and learn as soon as possible, your time is running out."

Lancelot looked at Artoria with a slight blush.

Kai sighed inwardly.

“The next time I visit will be when you are heading to Britain,” Anno continued. “We won’t stay any longer today, let’s go, Lancelot.”

“Yes, Father.” The purple-haired boy waved to Kai and Artoria and followed his adoptive father.

The father and his two sons went outside, but Anno and Lancelot had already ridden away on horseback.

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Sword of the King's Selection—Cailbur

Anor, Merlin, and several close advisors surrounded King Uther, who sat on the throne.

King Uther was already showing signs of old age, with his hair and beard all white. The sense of majesty that Anor had when he first met him was gone, leaving only the impression of an old man in his twilight years.

Nevertheless, he remained the King of Britain, the Knight King.

"Here, knights of Britain, raise your heads," King Uther's hoarse voice came from the throne.

The crowd straightened up and looked at the lion, whose teeth had fallen out and whose mane was completely gone, with various expressions on their faces. The lion had been eroded by disease, pain, and the passage of time.

“I understand that I… don’t have much time left.” King Yuther’s withered hand rested on the throne, but a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

A commotion arose among the knights below.

“When I was young, when I first sat in this seat, I was full of ambition,” King Euthyce said to himself. “At the beginning, I dreamed of conquering Ireland, and I dreamed of Rome.”

"After that, I realized that delusion is always delusion. Britain had just recovered from the war and was in no condition to wage another war."

"So I thought of building Britain into a prosperous and powerful nation."

"I did it. With your help, Britain's population has doubled and the economy has improved." King Uther said, his eyes filled with tears, as he patted the armrest of his throne.

Anno smiled faintly.

He provided much assistance to King Uther in agriculture and other areas, and the remnants of modern perspectives played a significant role in this era.

He came into this world at the age of 17, and now he is 34. Many things have been forgotten with the passage of time.

King Uther rose tremblingly from his throne, leaning on his scepter, and slowly walked step by step toward the outside of Camelot's court.

Anno stood by, supporting his friend, who was more than ten years older than him, his king.

After a while, the group arrived at a cemetery.

This is the only cemetery within the royal city of Camelot, where knights who died for Britain are buried.

King Uther walked to a giant rock, which was a piece of meteorite iron from outer space, cut into cubes by Merlin for King Uther's use.

King Uther drew his sword, which was not the same sword he had used in the battle against Vortigern.

Its name is "Cailbur, the Golden Sword of Inevitable Victory".

King Uther stood beside the meteorite, holding Cailbur, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a terrifyingly powerful aura emanated from him.

This is the mystery of Pendragon, the power of the wind.

King Uther seemed to have transformed back into the fierce and powerful lion he once was.

His arm muscles bulged, and the invincible golden sword was deeply embedded in the meteorite iron.

"Whoever draws this sword will be the new king of Britain." After saying this, King Uther, accompanied by Anor and Merlin, left without looking back.

The knights were left behind, discussing the matter.