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

"Could you tell me more about it...?"

"Your Majesty, what's the situation...?"

The air seemed to freeze again for a few seconds.

Guinevere's expression turned gentlemanly, and Lancelot cast an admiring glance at Mordred.

......

Arthur's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

She stormed back to her bedroom, slammed the door shut with a loud bang, startling the knights guarding the door.

These people...

The number of members in the King Arthur Fan Club has increased.

Although King Arthur did not want to see this happen...

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Chapter Ninety-One: Time Flies

Galahad is sweating it out on the training field.

He was only ten years old, but he had already undergone six years of knightly training.

Fortunately, Galahad was interested in becoming a knight and was willing to work hard. Although he was young, he was extremely serious during training and regarded it as a sacred thing.

He chose to use a one-handed knight's sword similar to Tristan's, rather than the broadsword of England used by Arthur, Anno, and others.

He felt that two-handed swords were not suitable for him, but after trying them for a while, he felt that one-handed knight's swords were not suitable for him either.

"What should I do..." Galahad's pure white hair was wet with sweat and tangled, but he didn't care at all. He stretched his body with his sword in his hand, and the still young knight already had obvious muscle lines.

With a sigh, Galahad sheathed his sword and returned from the knight training grounds, watching the setting sun disappear on the horizon.

......

As friction with the Romans gradually subsided, Galahad had the opportunity to glimpse the Round Table for the first time during his inspection of the Camelot court, where he was a knight in reserve.

The Round Table, the sacred place where Britain's most powerful and finest knights and kings convened.

Galahad was immediately captivated by the round table.

He wanted to sit down, to have his own seat at the round table.

What caught his eye even more was the thick, black shield at the center of the round table.

Ten-year-old Galahad achieved his dream.

After that, he voluntarily requested to increase his training volume, and it was only after Anno intervened that Galahad's insane training was stopped.

Galahad also frequently sought advice from his predecessors such as Gawain, Bindu, and Tristan, all in an effort to gain greater power.

And so, three years passed.

The aging Anno successfully withdrew from the Knights of the Round Table, leaving the seat representing Calamity vacant.

Galahad is already over 1.7 meters tall, far exceeding his peers, and his situation is very similar to that of Gawain back then.

Another very unexpected thing happened.

Guinevere, Lancelot, and Mordred's shared love of King Arthur will be discovered by the other knights.

Not just one knight, but all the Knights of the Round Table.

However, for some reason, the Knights of the Round Table seemed to be quite accepting of the Arthurian legends. Even the reclusive Agravivan simply didn't want to participate, but didn't seriously and openly oppose it.

The subsequent impact was that the Arthurian Legend Society, which had been operating in secrecy, was brought into the open. Although Queen Guinevere was criticized for communicating with other knights in private, she was not overly reprimanded because of the nature of the society.

Knight Lancelot and Knight Mordred thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of social death, and after that, they both went out less often.

King Arthur was quite happy to see this kind of personality cult, as it was more conducive to cultivating a sense of identity and cohesion within the royal family. However, this form of personality cult...

Punishment is unnecessary, but approval is too shameful.

Arthur could only pretend he knew nothing and went about his daily routine, except he became much quieter.

Anno said that they could do whatever they wanted, as long as Britain and the King were safe, everything would be fine.

The Lake Nymph was venturing out into the outside world less and less, and Anno took this opportunity to have Lancelot bring Galahad back to the sacred lake to spend some time with the Nymph, since the Nymph's heart was with Lancelot, whom she considered like a mother and son.

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Chapter Ninety-Two: The Plan – Beginning

Britain is at peace, and at an unprecedented level of peace.

The country was peaceful and prosperous, free from war. The king was dignified and prestigious, and the knights expanded the territory. Everything was tranquil.

But why does Anno, a former Knight of the Round Table, always feel fear in his heart?

He was already fifty-nine years old, his physical condition was beginning to decline, and his long hair was starting to fall out, so he simply took this fear as a psychological state of getting old.

Everything was normal, until...

Morgan resides in the non-human realm, the land of dragons.

She made a pact with the dragon to launch the plan to destroy Britain in the year that the Age of Gods was about to end.

She had been planning this for several years.

To create Mordred, he killed a group of squire knights, and to modify magic, he stole Vortigern's remains.

Non-human beings are about to be rejected by the human world, but they are unwilling to be confined to the relatively barren and narrow non-human realm.

Therefore, the non-humans asked for the help of the human rebels.

Goblins, orcs, monsters, and even dragons—creatures that exist in the realm of fantasy.

One day, turmoil broke out within Britain.

A riot broke out during the ongoing roundtable meeting.

The riot originated with Mordred, one of the Knights of the Round Table.

Her armor emitted an ominous red glow, followed by a painful roar from her mouth.

Balmide and Tristan, who were sitting next to her, tried to check on her, but were slashed by Mordred who suddenly attacked them.

Mordred was emanating a thick black aura, and his face, hidden beneath his armor, showed no trace of reason.

Her eyes shone with a captivating red light as she roared and swung Clarent, the gleaming sword bestowed upon her by King Arthur, at her father.

Arthur parried alertly, but a black shield blocked her way—it was Galahad, one of the Knights of the Round Table.

"Lord Mordred, what's wrong? Wake up!" Arthur stepped out from behind his shield, speaking with a serious yet concerned tone.

Mordred did not regain her senses, nor did she continue to swing her sword at Arthur. Instead, as if she had sensed something, she looked towards the other seat at the round table.

While everyone's attention was drawn to Mordred, the knight Lancelot also began to emanate the same black aura as Mordred.

Unlike Mordred, whose entire body was covered in black aura, Lancelot's black aura gradually spread from his head to his entire body.

He held his head, painfully suppressing something.

He could feel something trying to control his thoughts and invade his mind.

Lancelot tried hard to banish this inexplicable thought from his mind, but the power of this thought was brutal and strong. Even though Lancelot tried his best to control himself, in the end, this thought still took control of his body.

The second beast was born.

Gareth, who idolizes Lancelot, tries to appease him but is kicked aside.

Lancelot and Mordred, shrouded in black mist, seemed to exchange a glance before frantically running towards the outside of Camelot's royal court.

"What the hell is going on?!" Arthur gritted his teeth as he looked at the chaotic royal court.

Mordred and Lancelot have disappeared.

Balamidi was badly injured, with a gash in his abdomen, but he survived. Tristan had two cuts of varying depths on his chest and face.

The most seriously injured was Gareth, who was kicked by Lancelot.

The little girl, skilled with a spear, was kicked in the chest by Lancelot, causing her entire chest to cave in.

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Chapter Ninety-Three: Voodoo's Body

Arthur looked at Gareth, who was covered with a white sheet, with a somber expression and deep sorrow.

Gawain, standing to the side, was filled with rage, but he still retained the most basic rationality. He gritted his teeth and pleaded with the king: "Your Majesty, after the arrest of Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, I hope that I can, I can personally try him. My sister, Gareth, the Knight of the Round Table, cannot have died in vain!"

Arthur glared angrily, sat back down at the round table, and pondered for a moment: "The people of Camelot are now aware of this incident... Bindu, go and check on the situation in Balmides and Tristan; Bedivere, go and summon the Queen; Agravuren, go and inform the former Knight of the Round Table, Anno."

"His son and apprentice did this; I need to know the details!"

......

Mordred and Lancelot ran on all fours like wild beasts, shrouded in black mist, like two black shooting stars streaking across the land of Britain.

They stopped somewhere, and a woman stood in front of them.

The woman known as the Enchantress—Morganflore Pendragon, Mordred's birth mother.

She looked at Mordred and Lancelot with admiration, a smile playing on her lips.

“My dearest sister, and Anno, the knight who dedicated his life to Britain.” She let out a sickly laugh, “Your beloved Britain, your cherished Britain—I will take care of it.”

Mordred and Lancelot let out uneasy roars.

"Destroy it yourself!!!"

The two knights emitted an eerie white light, and within the light and shadow, the faint roar of a dragon could be heard.

They drew their swords and slashed at the empty space in front of them.

After his death, Vortigern transformed into a magician, using the sharp claws of his sword to tear apart the boundary between humans and non-humans.

The sword struck a weak point in space, creating a crack out of thin air, from which shouts and roars came from the other side.

Lancelot and Mordred accepted Morganefeller's orders, each grabbing one side of the spatial rift with their hands, which were enveloped in black energy and white light, and forcibly and brutally tore the rift wider.

It didn't stop until the diameter of the crack had been torn to a full 500 meters.

Goblins and orcs, magic burst forth from the widening cracks—no, it should be called "doors"—with flying monsters and bipedal wyverns swirling freely among them.