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

"Drawing swords to choose a king, this is going to..."

"This is too much..."

"Wang Xuanjian, Wang really has guts."

No one dared to step forward and try.

On the way back to the royal court, King Uther took Anor's hand and said, "Lord Anor, of all the knights in Britain, only you are the one I can entrust this country to with complete peace of mind. You are qualified to draw that sword."

King Yuther's dim eyes gleamed as he stared at Anno.

Anno was stunned, then smiled: "Your Majesty, you know I will not pull it out, even if I am qualified."

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Refusing to Become King

Early the next morning, devastating news arrived from the Camelot royal court.

Euthy Pendragon, the Knight King who ruled Britain for thirty years, has passed away.

Before his death, King Uther planted his sword in the Knights' Cemetery, declaring that whoever pulled it out would be the new king of Britain.

After King Uther's burial, the court magician announced his departure from the Camelot court to search for the new king of Britain. Also disappearing with him was Viscount Anno, the lord of the Knights of the Chalk of Britain.

Before leaving Camelot, he disbanded the Knights of the Chalk, a knightly order that had rendered great service to Britain.

These messages together set off an uproar throughout Camelot.

Anno, along with Lancelot and Merlin, walked on the way to Sir Hector's house.

They knew who the next king of Britain would be, and claimed that the search was just a pretext to extricate themselves.

After King Uther's death, Camelot was leaderless, and if the two of them tried to control the situation in their current positions, they would only become targets of public criticism.

Although Anno is powerful and holds real authority, he really doesn't want to get involved in the murky waters of politics. Isn't it better to stay home and take care of the children every day? For Anno, being a loyal and isolated military figure is the best choice.

Saber's abilities are still somewhat lacking, so he wants to take the three children on a spontaneous trip with Merlin to improve their skills.

Kai is the oldest and most outgoing of the three.

Lancelot, this shy boy, is quite strong, but he often appears too impulsive.

Artoria, on the other hand, still has many lessons to learn, and Merlin will need to teach her for another year.

"Aren't you really going to try that sword? As the king said, you are qualified to be the King of Britain." Merlin always had a smile on his lips.

“Yes, Father,” Lancelot echoed.

"Shut up, Lancelot." Anno gave Lancelot a stern look, then turned to Merlin with a helpless expression. "Becoming the King of Britain is not my destiny, Merlin. Please don't say such things again."

Lancelot scratched the back of his head and coughed awkwardly.

"Alright." Merlin didn't seem to care at all, and just smiled.

Camelot, the capital city.

The former princess, Morgan Filer, has come to the Knights' Cemetery.

She stared at the invincible golden sword embedded in the meteorite iron, her face as gloomy as a stagnant pool.

But she still stepped forward, her slender fingers, clad in black gloves, gripping the hilt of the sword.

With a little force, the sword remained completely still.

Despite his best efforts, the sword remained completely still.

Morgan Freeman gritted his teeth in resentment, snorted coldly, and left the Knights' Cemetery.

It seems that his good father never intended to pass the throne to him.

Those who had been secretly observing saw Morgan Freeman fail to draw his sword and spread the news.

They hadn't dared to draw their swords because they were afraid of Princess Morganefeller.

But now that she has failed, they can pull out King Uther's words and become the kings of Britain.

Their already greedy hearts became even more unrestrained.

Suddenly, the Knights Cemetery was overflowing with people.

The graves of our ancestors were trampled flat and crushed.

Many knights tried to draw the Sword of the Chosen, but none succeeded.

"Only the most perfect knight can draw this sword," a knight who failed to draw the sword said dejectedly, and then slunk away.

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Chapter 30: Departure, the Non-Human Realm

“Mr. Anno, Lancelot, and...Mr. Merlin?” Artoria, who was herding horses in a meadow, looked at the three riding their steeds with slight surprise.

The surprise stemmed from the extremely short interval between Anno's visits; the two visits were only a little over a month, less than two months apart.

And this time he brought Merlin with him.

A terrible thought inevitably crept into her mind.

"Lia," Lancelot greeted her warmly.

Merlin smiled without saying a word, while Anno looked at the young girl with a complicated expression.

More than anything, it's a feeling of regret.

Artoria had never experienced anything a girl her age should go through. She had been raised as a boy since childhood, and now, at less than fifteen years old, she was about to become the queen of a country.

Anno did consider not letting the girl, whose fate was destined to be tragic, become queen, and instead taking the throne himself. However, every time he saw King Uther's aged face, and every time he thought of Artoria's vow to protect the country, his already weak desire would quietly fade away.

It's just that the child is suffering.

Anno reached out to pat Leah's head, but his hand froze in mid-air before finally falling back down.

She will be his queen, even if she isn't yet, it's best to correct any transgressions as soon as possible.

“Lia, we’ve come here... to tell you some news.” Anno’s voice was low.

Artoria swallowed hard, her hand holding the reins trembling slightly.

Lancelot turned his head away sadly. During his years living in Camelot, he had met King Uther many times. This seemingly stern but privately kind elder had given him a lot of knightly guidance, and Lancelot was also very saddened by his departure.

Merlin sighed softly and said nothing.

“Your biological father, King Uther Pendragon of Britain, has passed away.” After saying this, Anno fell silent.

Artoria was struck dumb, frozen in place.

The wind rustled through the lawn.

"How could this be..." Artoria still had some feelings for this father she had only met a few times.

"We've come here to take you away and make final preparations for your ascension to the throne," Merlin said from the side.

"Let's go to Hector's house first," Anno shook his head and patted Merlin on the shoulder.

After a while.

“That’s how it is, so we’re leaving with Artoria now,” Anno said to Sir Hector.

"My king... my king..." Sir Hector wept bitterly, overwhelmed with grief.

He had been by King Euthyr's side since he was a child, and was the most loyal and affectionate person to King Euthyr in all of Britain.

“Uncle Anno, I want to go with you too!” Kai didn’t feel anything deeply about King Uther’s death; he just wanted to protect his adopted sister.

“If your father agrees, then it’s fine.” Anno nodded.

“We will take Leah to the inhuman realm for a year of training, and then return to Camelot to retrieve the king’s sword,” Anno continued.

It took Sir Hector a while to compose himself: "Go, Kay, go, Leah, the future King of Britain." He waved for them to leave as he spoke.

Artoria was still in a somber mood and didn't hear Sir Hector's words at all.

Anno rose and bowed to Sir Hector: "I will bring back a mature and reliable king for Britain."

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Strongest Man in Britain

Now is the end of the Age of Gods, the mystery has not completely disappeared, and the realm where mysterious creatures live has not been completely isolated from Earth.

Merlin had previously sent Anno there to hone his strength.

Now, Anno has decided to take Artoria there to hone her power.

But unlike Merlin, he wouldn't leave a fourteen-year-old girl in a dangerous, inhuman realm.

Lia's situation is different from Anno's; she has the company of her brother and friends, as well as the protection of two elders.

It was less of a training exercise and more of a trip to broaden one's horizons.

There are many entrances to the non-human realm, and there is one deep in the forest where the sacred lake is located.

It would also be a good opportunity to pass by the sacred lake and allow Lancelot to visit the lake nymph who had raised him for several years.

The fairy treated the group to wine made from dew and flowers, along with fresh fruit.

Kai and Artoria were stunned when they saw the little-known mysterious creature for the first time.

Kai, in particular, blushed deeply and barely dared to look at the Lady of the Lake, muttering to himself, "A knight must not overstep his bounds with a lady," and so on.

Well, that doesn't seem like a sign of surprise.

A few days later.

The group, now in a non-human realm, encountered intelligent beings for the first time, and they were Anno's old friends—orcs.

"Go, Lancelot, Kay, Lydia." Anno looked at the two-meter-tall, green-skinned orc with disgust; such creatures always made him feel nauseous.

Lancelot was alright, having followed him to kill several enemies. For Kai and Artoria, however, this was their first real battle, so the three of them faced the enemy together.

Just as Kay and Lancelot drew their swords, they heard Artoria yell and charge toward the orcs.

The two people: ? ? ?

"Hey! Lia!" Kai shouted, not daring to be careless, and quickly followed behind.

Lancelot didn't dare let Artoria charge in alone.