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

He wanted to go out for a walk and get some fresh air, and for some reason ended up in the garden outside the Camelot Palace.

Looking at the magnificent royal court, he couldn't help but think of his king, and then of that despicable Princess Elaine.

“I really am…” He slumped down on the grass.

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Chapter Seventy-Four: The Invasion of Ireland!

Guinevere sat in the attic of the royal court.

King Arthur was still studying war maps in his office and did not choose to go back to bed.

Guinevere, who used to be indifferent to these things, now only felt endless pain and heartache.

There's an open platform in the attic; that's where Guinevere is.

The sky had completely darkened, and the chill of deep winter ruffled Guinevere's hair.

Guinevere suddenly noticed someone coming into the park below.

Wearing a distinctive purple armor, the tall knight sat dejectedly on the ground, holding his head in his hands.

Guinevere could barely make out the knight's face in the moonlight; he had attended her wedding to Arthur and was quite famous around Britain.

His name was Lancelot, son of Anno, the Knight of the White Chalk.

Why is he here?

Guinevere thought for a moment, then called her maid, came down from the attic, and walked towards the park.

Lancelot suddenly felt that he had betrayed his beloved, even though it wasn't something he did willingly.

As he was suffering, he suddenly felt the grass tremble.

Someone is coming.

He subconsciously looked up and found two women walking towards him.

One was dressed as a maid, and the other was someone he knew.

He was also a person with very complex emotions.

His beloved was King Arthur's wife, Guinevere.

Guinevere's face was cold: "Knight, why are you here at this time?"

“Your Majesty…” He gritted his teeth, avoiding looking at Guinevere, “I was just taking a walk here to clear my head.”

Looking at Lancelot, who was clearly in a bad mood, Guinevere felt a pang of sympathy for him, for some reason.

However, the knight and queen were destined to have limited interaction.

She sighed, "It's getting late, and it's the dead of winter. Lord Lancelot should hurry home."

Lancelot stood up, glanced at Guinevere, and finally nodded: "I understand, Your Majesty."

He didn't want to get entangled with this woman any longer and quickly walked out of the park near the royal court.

Guinevere paused to glance at the spot where Lancelot had disappeared, then silently walked back to the royal court.

She keenly sensed that she and Lancelot shared something in common, but what exactly was it...?

Lancelot returned home to find his father, Anno, already asleep.

In recent years, I've felt that my father has aged exceptionally quickly. He's only in his forties, but his hair is already gray, and he's been sleeping longer.

Lancelot was somewhat at a loss when faced with the sleeping Anno.

He sat on the edge of the bed and chose to tell Anno, who was asleep, what had happened.

Then he left Anno's bedroom.

Anno had already woken up when Lancelot walked into the house.

He sat up abruptly, his gaze darkening. "So that's what happened to you, my son... Princess Elaine..."

Anno sighed. The most important thing was that Princess Elaine was pregnant with Lancelot's child.

Let's wait until Princess Elaine gives birth to the child before discussing anything else.

……

The next morning, the Round Table Council convened and basically determined the military policy for the next stage of expansion.

Arthur personally visited the royal family of Marne on the Isle of Man to discuss the matter of stationing troops.

Then, using the Isle of Man as a transit point for troops and supplies, they launched an attack on the entire island of Ireland!

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Chapter Seventy-Four: Soulmates?

The war progressed extremely smoothly and steadily.

Unlike the British Isles, which were stirred up by Britain, Ireland has very few countries that have declared themselves kingdoms, and some even refer to themselves as Saxon tribes.

The British army was practically swimming in a pile of fish eggs; they weren't even good at frying fish.

However, the few kingdoms that existed still posed some obstacles for Britain.

However, they were almost all wiped out in no time before the Knights of the Round Table arrived.

Instead of choosing to command the army alone, Anno opted to give his juniors more opportunities to prove themselves.

Among the many knights, the most outstanding are the valiant Lancelot, the archer Tristan, the undefeated Lanmarok in lance battles, and Gawain, who is blessed by the sun.

Of course, the most dazzling name is always the king whom the Knights of the Round Table all served—King Arthur Pendragon.

The sweeping war lasted for six months, and Britain brought the entire island of Ireland into its territory.

During this time, Arthur also recruited a powerful foreign knight named Balmity, whom Gawain encountered when he led his army to advance.

It was nighttime, and without sunlight, Gawain was much weaker than during the day. He was easily defeated by Balmides and then led his troops to repel the armies of Bindu and Bose.

It wasn't until Tristan, wielding a longbow, arrived from another battlefield that the powerful knight was defeated.

King Arthur admired Balamedes' strength and had him compete with the other members of the Round Table to test his magnanimity.

The aging but still vigorous Anno felt that it was time for him to make his move, but the strength of his juniors also delighted him.

Balmidi was defeated by Gawain during the day and the incredibly powerful Lancelot.

Balmides, completely convinced of his loyalty to King Arthur, became the twelfth Knight of the Round Table.

Several months passed after the war.

Ever since his affair with Princess Elaine, Lancelot has often frequented the park next to the royal court.

He hoped that by focusing more on his king, he could calm his volatile mind a little.

Queen Guinevere noticed this.

One day, she went to the park alone and found Lancelot.

Incidentally, it was already getting dark by then.

Looking at the tall knight, she asked inexplicably, "Lord Lancelot, you... are in love with the King, aren't you?"

……

The air fell silent for a moment; even the insects stopped chirping.

Lancelot sprang to his feet in an instant, his face flushed, staring at Guinevere in disbelief.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, barely managing to calm his frightened heart.

He gave an awkward smile: "Your Majesty, what are you saying? I am a knight, how could I possibly love the king I serve?"

"It's a sure thing, I wasn't wrong," Guinevere thought to herself.

She had been somewhat depressed for the past six months. Although she had come to understand afterward that Arthur was clearly out of control at the time, she still couldn't stop feeling sad.

The king is incapable of making mistakes; he is perfect.

She kept hypnotizing herself.

Then he saw the knight who went to the park every day after the war, and after careful observation, he discovered something extraordinary.

“No need to be nervous, Lord Lancelot.” She smiled slyly. “Isn’t it normal to like the King? After all, the King is so outstanding and so perfect.”

Looking at the smiling woman, Lancelot felt, for some reason, that he had met a kindred spirit.

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Chapter Seventy-Five: The Birth of Mordred

Somewhere outside the royal city of Camelot.

Inside the room, Morgan Freeman was already preparing for production.

After confirming that her unborn child had begun to develop, she chose to abandon some things and leave Camelot. Before leaving, she left a letter for her good sister, the gist of which was: don't look for me, you won't be able to find me anyway.

And today is the day Morganfeller gave birth to this child, destined to destroy Britain, after ten months of pregnancy.

With magical artifacts to maintain his stamina on his wrist, as well as healing and pain-relieving artifacts, and a large food supply, Morganefeller had everything he needed.

A sharp groan escaped her lips; despite having given birth four times already, the pain was still unbearable.

After a while, Morgan Freeman finally gave birth.

Exhausted, Morganefeller was pale, his lips were cracked, and his eyes were sunken.

But she was in a frenzy, and holding the crying baby girl high, she shouted, "Mordred! Your name will be Mordred! I will not give you the shameless surname Pendragon! You belong to me, you are my creation, the lion destined to destroy Britain!"

She laughed and cried maniacally, grabbing food from the side and stuffing it into her mouth.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes: "Arthur... Artoria..."

……

In the Fisher Kingdom, Princess Elaine also gave birth.

But these days, the Fisher Kingdom has welcomed a special guest.

The guests' names have been forgotten by the younger generation and are only occasionally mentioned by the older generation.

That's Anno.