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

Behind the knights was a group of beautiful maids, the leaders pushing a cake taller than a person, with others carrying plates containing cake forks.

The elderly priest waited outside the church early in the morning.

Upon Arthur's arrival, the priest opened the box and released white doves.

The knight and the king dismounted. The knight stood aside, smiling and blessing as he watched his king follow the kind priest into the wedding hall.

After the king went inside, the knights entered the church one by one according to their rank.

The spacious church was already full. Arthur walked to his seat and nervously rubbed the hilt of his sword with the pad of his thumb.

After Wang followed the priest in worship, the church quieted down, and the orchestras on both sides began to play music.

Arthur swallowed hard, and in a daze, he saw a young girl in a white wedding dress, arm in arm with the tall King Liao Dekuan, appear at the end of the red carpet.

Amidst solemn music, the incomparably beautiful Guinevere, accompanied by her father, slowly walked towards King Arthur, her other half.

She smiled as she looked at the boy standing in the center of the church.

He was handsome and young, but not as tall as I had imagined; he was about the same height as me.

As the music ended, the two who were about to become husband and wife finally stood face to face.

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Chapter 54 Tristan, No Need for Sorrow

The wedding concluded with Arthur and Guinevere embracing amidst applause.

The knights also had to escort the king and queen back to the royal court, while the other nobles and commoners went home to prepare for the grand banquet that evening.

King Arthur and Guinevere rode in a carriage drawn by his retinue of knights to the court of Camelot.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was slightly awkward.

The couple held hands, but neither was willing to utter the first word.

Their expressions were remarkably similar: flushed cheeks and evasive eyes.

Arthur, usually serious and earnest, and Guinevere, poised and elegant, both displayed this same expression at this moment.

In the end, Arthur, as the "male side," spoke first.

“Guinevere, my queen.” Arthur’s voice was clear and pleasant, without any pretense.

“My king,” Guinevere replied, her voice trembling slightly.

After these two sentences were spoken, silence fell again inside the carriage.

...In short, it was extremely awkward.

This is understandable, as they hadn't even met each other before the wedding.

Fortunately, although the awkward period was agonizing, it did not last too long. The church was not far from the royal court, and the carriage had already arrived at its destination.

Arthur opened the carriage door, stepped down first, and extended a hand to Guinevere.

Guinevere gazed into Arthur's beautiful, emerald-like eyes, smiled sweetly, took her husband's hand, stepped down from the carriage, and the two walked arm in arm into the royal court.

Dressed in festive attire, Anno gazed at the couple who perhaps shouldn't have been born, his eyes still revealing an unnatural worry, while Lancelot behind him wore a bitter smile.

Perhaps this relationship should never have been born in the first place.

Among the crowd watching around the royal court was a young knight, squinting and expressionless.

"Only on this day do I need not grieve..." He turned and left with a slight smile.

His name is Tristan, and he comes from a small country called Mark, but his uncle caused the destruction of the entire country by rebelling against Britain.

However, his relationship with his uncle was very bad. After losing his country, Tristan wandered to the land of Ireland, where he was rescued by a princess of the country while suffering from hunger and cold.

The princess was named Isolde. She fell uncontrollably in love with the handsome Tristan, but Tristan did not understand Isolde's feelings at the time. After thanking her, he continued his wanderings.

Princess Isolde did not give up. She secretly escaped from the castle and followed Tristan.

She stole a bottle of wine from her magician mother that could make people fall in love. She wanted Tristan to drink it, but Tristan poured it out as poison.

Princess Isolde, distraught after losing her wine, attempted suicide with a dagger, but Tristan stopped her.

Princess Isolde ultimately failed to make Tristan understand her feelings, but she did get to stay by Tristan's side as she wished, and the two wandered together, relying on each other for survival.

Not long after, the two crossed the sea and returned to Britain, and Isolde had no intention of going back.

Just then, news spread throughout Britain that King Arthur was about to marry the Queen.

Tristan had no particular interest in Britain, but he was still curious to join in the fun.

(Old Cui's story is a heavily modified version; please search for the original on Baidu.)

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Chapter Fifty-Five: Lancelot's Drunkenness

Although Tristan was a knight, he did not serve a lord nor was he a nobleman, so he could not attend the banquet held at the Camelot Royal Court.

However, he can attend parties for ordinary people.

Princess Isolde walked beside him, her bright eyes shining in the night.

Instead of celebrating King Arthur's wedding with the people, he took Princess Isolde to a high cliff outside Camelot.

He took a harp shaped like a longbow from behind his back and played it quietly.

A gentle breeze caressed Tristan's long, red hair, and a faint smile graced his calm face.

Isolde simply smiled as she watched Tristan play his solo under the moon, neither of them uttering a word to break the silence.

However, the sound of the piano can sometimes attract certain things.

A figure appeared not far from Tristan.

Tristan stopped playing warily and looked at the man.

Princess Isolde asked, somewhat puzzled, "Lord Tristan, what's wrong?"

Tristan murmured, "Isolde, someone's coming."

Upon hearing this, Isolde glanced at the bright moon sitting in the sky, felt a slight chill, and instinctively hid behind Tristan.

Tristan gripped the rapier hanging at his waist, looking at the figure with a very impolite tone.

A rustling sound came from behind.

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

Neat, short purple hair, and gleaming silver plate armor reflecting the moonlight.

Tristan recognized the man; his name was Lancelot, son of Anor of Chalk, Britain.

He had met these knights once when his uncle's country was destroyed by Anno.

However, in Tristan's memory, Lancelot was a serious, brave, and skilled warrior, but the current Lancelot seems a bit off.

At this moment, Lancelot reeked of alcohol, his face was flushed, he occasionally hiccuped, and he was unsteady on his feet.

Is this because he drank too much?

Tristan frowned and tentatively called out, "Sir Lancelot?"

Lancelot did not react, but simply staggered toward Tristan.

"Waaah..." A sob came from his throat.

Tristan found it somewhat unbelievable.

Such a voice should never come from a knight.

Lancelot drank heavily at the court banquet and rode his horse out of the city. Drunk, he heard Tristan's lyre music and was drawn to it.

“Arthur…Lia…Waaah…” Lancelot sobbed and made unintelligible sounds.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

Isolde and Tristan's attention were drawn to the past.

A knight with long black hair rode up on horseback.

Tristan sighed; he had really chosen a terrible place to play the piano today.

He recognized the knight as Lancelot's father, Anno, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Anno dismounted but did not choose to speak with Tristan Isolde and the others first. Instead, he bent down to check on Lancelot's condition.

It was eventually discovered that Lancelot was simply drunk.

Anno sighed deeply, turning his gaze to the wary Tristan and Isolde behind him.

After a moment's thought, Anno remembered a name: "You are... Prince Tristan of the Kingdom of Mark?"

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Chapter 56 Prince Mark

Tristan was surprised: "Lord Anno, you... you actually know my name?"

Anno, who looked somewhat aged, nodded steadily: "I usually remember the political figures of the countries surrounding Britain. I remember the Kingdom of Mark, which I destroyed, right? So, Lord Tristan, you've come to the heart of Britain..."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the hilt of the [Chethium] sword.

Tristan gestured for Isolde to step back, swallowed hard, and said, "I have no intention of being an enemy of Britain..."

Anno tossed the drunk Lancelot onto the horse's back and patted the horse's neck.

The horse carried Lancelot away, and Anno's gaze returned to the wary Tristan.

“That doesn’t matter, but you are still a potential threat… I won’t let Britain be in any danger, so…” Anno glanced at Isolde, “However, let the lady leave first.”

Isolde consciously stepped back, looking at her beloved with hopeful and confident eyes.

However, Tristan was not so confident. He had been thinking about ambushing Anno or escaping with Isolde, but Anno's attention was actually on him, making him unable to move at all.

As the chalk was drawn, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Tristan's temple.

“Then, I’m going to go.” Anno said in a deep voice.

Tristan felt a shadow approaching and quickly raised his sword to parry.

Ping!