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

Anno glanced helplessly at Artoria and walked to the guard post.

"Please wait, knight, please..." The knight guarding the gate was about to stop Anno when he saw Anno's face clearly.

"You, you are... Lord Anno!" The guard exclaimed in astonishment. "And Lord Merlin has returned too!"

Anno nodded, and Merlin waved and smiled from behind.

"Can we go into the city now?" Anno asked.

"Ah, sure, sure!" The guard blushed and excitedly made way for him.

Anno smiled, made way for half a step, and extended a hand: "Please, everyone."

The group filed in, and Anno patted the knight guarding the city gate before following them inside.

"Lord Anno and Lord Merlin have returned, which means..." The knight guard's eyes swept back and forth between Kai, Lancelot, and Artoria, who was walking at the front.

"Hopefully, the men these two lords brought can end the chaos in Camelot as soon as possible. Britain... has been in turmoil for too long." Although he was a guard, he was also a knight capable of fighting on horseback.

Anno and Merlin then led the three of them to the Knights' Cemetery.

What awaited Artoria there was the destiny she longed for.

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Chapter Thirty-Six: The Selection of the King

Anno and Lanmarok met on their way to the Knights' Cemetery. To get to the Knights' Cemetery, they had to pass through the gates of the Royal Court first.

"Commander Anno!" Lanmarok exclaimed excitedly as he walked towards the group.

Anno looked at Lanmarok, who was taller than him, and sighed as he pinched the muscles on Lanmarok's arm. "Lanmarok, it seems that you haven't forgotten to train your martial arts skills during the year I was gone."

“Of course!” Lanmarok said proudly, “I can now take on ten men at once!”

"Heh heh." Kai chuckled to himself, "Looks like this guy's pretty confident in himself."

They were about the same age, which made Kai want to have a friendly competition with them.

"Hmm?" Lanmarok glanced at Kai, then looked at Lancelot and Artoria standing to the side.

He greeted Lancelot, the two of them having fought side by side on the battlefield, and then his gaze settled on Artoria.

"Commander Anno, so these two are the...kings of Britain that you found?" Lanmarok couldn't be sure which one was the person Anno had found.

Anno smiled and said, "Let's go to the cemetery first. We'll know which one it is when we get there."

Artoria was lost in thought.

Hiding behind Lanmarok, Gawain sized up Anno. He seemed like a very serious-looking middle-aged man, but not as scary as his mother had described.

Anno saw Gawain and asked, "Who is this child...?"

“He is Princess Morganfield’s second son,” Lanmarok chuckled.

“Morgan’s second son…” Anno glanced at Artoria.

"So he's Lydia's nephew?" Kai crouched down, looking at the somewhat nervous Gawain.

Anno walked over and patted Gawain's head. Over the years, he had met many children, and patting their heads had become a habit: "Little guy, how is your mother?"

"Ah, Sir Knight, my mother is doing well lately." Gawain's voice was still loud and clear.

Anno nodded: "After the king draws his sword, I will go to pay my respects to the princess."

As for now...

Lancelot tugged at the distracted Artoria: "Come on, you're the main character."

Knights' Cemetery, before the King's Sword.

Looking at the messy Knights' Cemetery, Anno angrily asked Lanmarok, "What happened here?"

Lanmarok sighed, "After Princess Morganfeller failed to draw her sword, the knights who came upon hearing the news acted like mad dogs and made this place like this."

Anno was somewhat indignant: "Trampling on the graves of our ancestors, what a laughable bunch!"

Many of his comrades are buried here. Looking at the cemetery that is almost completely leveled, Anno felt both angry and helpless.

The allure of the throne was too great for these knights; no one, not even Anno, could remain unmoved by it. It was just that Anno himself restrained himself.

Merlin walked up to Artoria.

"Lia, are you ready?"

Artoria did not answer, but stared straight at the longsword stuck in the meteorite.

Anno also composed himself: "When you pull it out, it means you will have no connection with the girl Artoria anymore. You will rule a country and govern a country."

"There's still a chance to back out." Merlin glanced at Anno.

“I will not regret it, this is my destiny!” Artoria stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the Golden Sword of Victory.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: King Arthur

Without hesitation, without backing down.

Artoria's hand gripped the hilt of Cailbur, the golden sword of certain victory.

Amidst the eager, calm, or astonished gazes of everyone, Cailbur was pulled out without any hindrance.

Merlin smiled and said, "From this moment on, Artoria's name will fade away with your glory. In accordance with King Uther's last wishes, my king, from now on, we will call you King Arthur."

The girl, who had abandoned her identity as a woman and become a king named "Arthur Pendragon," turned around and raised Cailbur high in her hand.

The golden blade shone brilliantly, reflecting a dazzling light.

Led by Anno and Merlin, everyone involuntarily knelt on one knee on the ground.

King Arthur was born at this moment.

Before long, a large number of knights, appearing out of nowhere, gathered at the Knights' Cemetery.

A spies spread the news that Arthur had successfully drawn the sword.

Anno stood up angrily, drew the Chalk Sword from his waist, and drove away the knights who had entered the Knights' Cemetery.

"You disrespectful bastards! Shit! Get out of this place of honor! You have no right to enter the Knights' Cemetery!" Everyone recognized the beast that had been lurking in Camelot for more than ten years, and they all retreated. No one was willing to confront the strongest knight in Britain head-on.

Although these busybodies were driven away, news of the birth of the new king spread rapidly.

Morganfeller Pendragon, residing in a castle near Camelot, bled from anger, her beautiful face contorted with rage and hatred: "How could this be!"

That damned sword has been stuck there for a year! Who on earth pulled it out?!

For the past year, she has been training her eldest son, Agravan, like crazy, hoping he would pull out the sword, but she never expected that someone else would beat her to it!

"Butler! Have the servants tidy my appearance, I'm going out!" she called out, and hurriedly went to change her clothes.

In any case, we should see it for ourselves first!

It was already afternoon.

In the square inside the royal city of Camelot.

A large number of nobles and knights gathered here.

The news that the King's Sword had been drawn was already widely known. The court magician Merlin declared that the new King of Britain would appear here and that his coronation ceremony would be held here three days later.

Many nobles disagreed or even considered not coming at all.

However, Viscount Anno, the former Grand Master of the Knights of the Chalk of Britain, went directly to the homes of these nobles with his son and another knight, chatted with them one by one, had tea, and then they came "happily".

A short while later.

A young knight dressed in blue and white armor, with the King's Chosen Sword—Cailbur—hanging at his waist, walked up to the high platform in the square.

Two people followed behind him.

One was Viscount Anno, the most powerful military figure in Britain.

The other is Merlin, the court magician who existed in the royal court during the reign of King Uther.

Among the crowd below the platform, a noblewoman wearing a gray veil looked at the figure on the platform with eyes as jealous as a venomous snake.

After drawing his sword, Arthur fully embraced the role of the King of Britain, radiating confidence and glory.

Now, she stands with her golden sword of certain victory, looking down upon these great British nobles.

His young face radiated an unstoppable sharpness.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Bloodline

The arrival of the three caused a commotion.

The knight carrying the royal sword Cailbur was clearly the so-called new king of Britain, and only a new king was qualified to have these two following him.

However, many people have their own guesses.

Leaving Merlin aside for now, will Anno, a nobleman with superb martial arts skills, use the new king to manipulate the country?

Such speculation is unavoidable. Anno originally wielded immense power and wielded considerable influence in Camelot. Although he did not overstep his bounds as a subject, this did not prevent malicious speculation.

However, the focus of many nobles now is clearly not on Anno.

A nobleman shouted, "Knight, how did you draw that sword!"

Arthur remained calm and composed: "Grip it, pull it out, it's that simple." His voice was clear and loud.

Then a bunch of nobles or knights loudly asked Arthur questions, and Arthur answered the ones with the loudest voices.

Until a knight shouted, "You are not of Pendragon blood, so what right do you have to sit in that position?"

After the question was asked, the entire square fell silent, awaiting Arthur's answer.

Even Morgan Filer Pendragon, who was secretly observing from the crowd, saw the glamorous Arthur on stage as a thief who had stolen the country.

Arthur frowned slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he felt his shoulder being pressed down.

I turned my head to take a look, and it was Merlin.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to explain." Merlin's face remained unwaveringly gentle.

Arthur paused for a moment, then nodded.