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

Forcing himself to calm down, Morgan Freeman sighed and looked at his eldest son, who had grown into a full-fledged adult.

If possible, I don't want you to be involved in this dark plan either.

“This is the last time I will show you any affection, Agravan, my son.” Morgan Fairer’s tone suddenly softened, which made Agravan, who was used to her cold aura, feel very uncomfortable.

“Mother…” He was somewhat at a loss.

“Don’t call me Mother anymore. Get out, Agravan. From today onwards, we…have nothing to do with each other.” This is my last bit of mercy as a mother. Live in the sunlight, don’t be like me, hiding in the shadows from beginning to end, my son.

Agguiwen looked up in disbelief, only to be met with a gentle gaze he had never seen before.

He lowered his head in shame, slamming it to the ground: "I understand... Mother."

After saying that, he walked out and left the Camelot Royal Court.

From this day forward, he is simply Agravure, a knight of Britain, a subject of King Arthur.

After Agnes left, Morgan Freeman stared blankly at the door, lost in thought.

Then he gave a dejected laugh.

"In the end, even my own son doesn't trust me, his mother..." she murmured to herself.

"But... now that I know of Anno's existence, how could I not prepare a way to deal with him?"

"Since no one is willing to help me, I will personally destroy... this country that should have belonged to me!"

...

Agravan walked outside, glanced back at the Camelot Royal Court, and looked lost in thought.

Then they encountered King Arthur, who was wearing a blue men's suit.

He bowed to Arthur.

King Arthur nodded and said, "Your name is Agravia, isn't it?"

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He stood up and looked at the king, who was not very tall.

“My sister’s son, my nephew, is now a knight under Lord Anno. I’ll call you Lord Agguiwen.” She looked at her nephew with a smile.

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Chapter 48: Guinevere

"Follow me, Lord Agguwen." Arthur smiled slightly and led the way.

“Yes, my king.” After Agravivan agreed, he followed behind his uncle (aunt) without saying a word.

“Lord Anno mentioned you to me, and made it clear that he might not be as good as you in terms of battlefield strategy and tactics.” Arthur said with his back to Agravivan.

Agguiwen remained silent, but seemed somewhat surprised.

How could the taciturn Knight Commander Anno, who was silent except when fighting or teaching, recommend himself to the king?

And am I really that outstanding?

He always thought that among the outstanding individuals during this war, he was the least noticeable.

Even Bedivere, the disabled one-armed knight, performed better than him on Battlefield Mountain.

He became even more valiant after receiving the prosthetic arm from the monk Merlin.

As for himself, he spent most of his time behind the scenes in the army, in charge of logistics management and strategizing.

“Therefore, according to Lord Anno’s opinion, you are more suited to be a knight in the royal court than to step directly onto the battlefield.” King Arthur led Agravan to another room inside the royal court and stood at the door of the room.

“Now I want to hear your opinion, Lord Agguiwen, my nephew.” Arthur’s golden hair swayed slightly. “Your talents can be better utilized within the royal court.”

Agravan paused, and before he could answer, he simply nodded slightly. At that moment, a squire opened the door to the room.

To Agravan's surprise, there were quite a few people in the room, and they were all important figures whose names he could recall. They were scattered in twos and threes, some sitting and some standing, filling the entire room.

Merlin, the court magician; Honorary Viscount Anno; Lanmarok, the vice-commander of the expeditionary knights; Anno's adopted son; Lancelot, whose martial arts skills are second only to Anno himself; Kai, the current King of Britain's adopted brother; Bindo, a veteran member of the former Knights of the Chalk of Britain; and Bouss and Bedivere, who have distinguished themselves alongside him on this expedition.

What is this going to do?

"Come in, Lord Agguiwen." Anno, with a rare smile, spoke as one of the higher-ranking people present.

“Ah, I understand.” Agravivan nodded, found an empty chair, sat down, and looked around.

Merlin was resting with his eyes closed, while Lancelot, Lanmarok, and Kai were chatting amongst themselves. Bindu sat alone on the balcony admiring the view, while his two comrades, like him, were somewhat restless and gave him friendly glances.

King Arthur sat on a single sofa and coughed twice: "Gentlemen, let's begin today's discussion."

Upon hearing this, everyone sat up straight.

“This morning, a Saxon kingdom that has submitted to our Kingdom of Britain—the Kingdom of Leo—was invaded by another kingdom called the Kingdom of Ryans. Due to its lack of strength, it has asked us, its overlord, for help. So—” King Arthur said solemnly, “Lord Anno, I would like to trouble you again.”

“The direction the king’s sword points is where our hearts are directed.” Anno nodded, indicating that he understood.

"What kind of payment did they pay us?" Kai asked, a playful glint in his eyes. "I know Liao Dekuan's country is pitifully small; could they afford to pay us?"

"Their reward is one of King Liao Dekuan's collections—a shield that is said to be indestructible, some supplies, and," Merlin opened his eyes and smiled, "they want to marry their princess to our king."

"Their princess, Guinevere."

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Chapter 49: The Round Table

“Actually, there’s no need to trouble Uncle Anno.” Kai smiled confidently. “It’s just a war between small countries. I can sweep it away with fifty knights and a thousand infantry.”

Arthur glanced at his sworn brother and thought for a moment: "Indeed, then you shall lead the expedition. This is our first war to support a vassal state after unifying Britain. Try your best to perform well."

“No problem.” He paused after saying that, “While you’re at it, go see if that princess named Guinevere is pretty enough for you.”

Arthur's face flushed almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his seriousness: "Let's set aside the matter of the marriage for now, and we can also put aside the supplies. The main purpose of this expedition is to demonstrate the benevolence of Britain. The reward is just a secondary matter. Lord Kai, I hope you understand."

After this topic was put aside, and everyone talked about other things for a while, King Arthur brought up something.

"Gentlemen, I have an idea." King Arthur, whose not-so-tall frame was nestled on the sofa, said, "I feel that this method of deliberation is still too slow."

Merlin, who had been resting with his eyes closed, smiled and opened them: "So, Your Majesty, what are your thoughts?"

Arthur nodded: "If there were a table where my knights could sit in a circle and everyone could speak without being bound by status, it would surely make deliberations much easier."

Anno, who was lost in thought, was jolted awake by these words.

Lanmarok frowned: "Then Your Majesty's authority cannot be demonstrated."

Agukwen also spoke: "I actually think this method is very good. As for the king's authority, I think this is a good solution."

All eyes were on Agravivan.

Agravuren took a deep breath: "First, only knights recognized by the King may sit at this table to discuss matters." As he spoke, he glanced at Merlin.

Merlin smiled and waved his hand: "I play more of the roles of tutor and magician in the royal family, so you don't need to worry about me."

King Arthur nodded in agreement.

Agguwen continued, “On this table, one person initiates the discussion, and the others simply express ‘agree’, ‘reject’, or ‘abstain’.”

Lancelot exclaimed, "This can indeed greatly increase the efficiency of deliberations. As long as a majority of knights agree, the issue can be passed, and if many people object, we can make other plans. Lord Agguiwen, I admire your idea."

Agravan showed no arrogance, but simply nodded at Lancelot.

The Invisible Man, Bindu, also voiced his opinion: "But even this way, the king's authority cannot be manifested."

Agravan raised a finger: "Of course, for the sake of the king's authority, the most important point is that the king can veto any issue, regardless of the number of votes."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Finally, King Arthur clapped his hands with a smile: "Lord Agravivan, you truly deserve Lord Anno's praise. Few in Britain can match your meticulousness."

While everyone was chatting and laughing, discussing matters, Anno stared blankly at the entire room.

Recalling the topic of conversation, a smile appeared on his lips.

The most legendary thing of our time is finally about to be born.

The Round Table, which embodies the concept of a "gathering place of heroes".

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Chapter 50: Morgan's Travel

“Arthur, my brother.” Morgan Fairer looked at Arthur, who sat on the throne, with a stiff smile.

Arthur felt somewhat helpless with his sister, Morgan Filer. She was difficult to communicate with, and from Arthur's perspective, he hoped they could get along peacefully. However, Morgan Filer usually hid herself in the magic workshop she had built in the royal court, and he would not see her for ten days or half a month at a time.

The current situation is that Arthur wants to improve his relationship with Morgan Filer, while Morgan Filer is plotting against the entire United States.

“Sister Wang, you can just say what you need.” Arthur tried to keep his tone calm. “We are siblings, there’s no need for the formalities between ruler and subject.”

A flicker of jealousy crossed Morgan Fairer's eyes behind her veil: "I want to go out for a walk, Arthur."

"Go for a walk?" Arthur was puzzled and didn't quite understand what his sister meant. If they wanted to go for a walk, wouldn't the park outside the royal court be fine?

“What I mean is to leave Camelot, go out and explore, see the sights of Britain,” Morgan Fairer said calmly.

"I see..." Arthur nodded, stroked his chin, and thought for a moment.

What does my older sister want to do outside? But since she's my sister, I guess I'll just go along with her.

“My sister wants to go on a trip, let me arrange it for you.” Arthur called over Bedivere, who had been reinstated, and instructed him, “Bessor Bedivere, organize a squad of knights to escort my sister on her trip.”

Morgan Fairer quickly waved her hand. If a squad of knights followed her, how could she gather what she wanted and carry out her plan?

She said, "There's no need, Arthur. Just arrange a few squire knights for me. Let the regular knight squads be used to fight for the glory of Britain. Very few people in Britain know that I live in Camelot, so there's no need to be so cautious."

Arthur opened his mouth, his brows furrowing slightly: "But the safety of the Queen is the most important thing. It would be better to arrange for a few knights."

A sinister glint flashed in Morgan Fairer's eyes.

Pretentious attitude.

But having said that, she couldn't very well refuse, so she could only say, "Alright then, but I still don't want to make a big fuss."

Arthur nodded: "When does Sister Wang plan to depart?"

Morgan Fairler thought for a moment, realizing he still had some things to pack: "Tomorrow."

After Arthur agreed, Morgan Fairer took his leave.

She returned to her workshop, looked at the various magic tools, and sighed.

This time, she wanted to go out to the non-human realm that was about to be separated from the human world.