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

Sure enough, remarriage does have an impact on children...

Shaking his head, Anno asked again, "Besides this, does the king have any other plans?"

"The king is purging his political opponents. I can't get involved because of my background, but you can because of my connections..."

"But once you've recovered, let's go back to Camelot together."

“Okay.” Anno laughed heartily.

......

Meanwhile, at the sacred lake.

The fairy in the lake was yawning idly at the bottom of the water when she suddenly heard the cry of a baby.

Peeking out of the water, I saw a woman's figure hurrying away amidst sobs, leaving a wailing baby on the lakeshore.

The fairy waited in surprise for a while, and found that the woman who abandoned the baby had not returned, and the baby's cries gradually weakened. The loving fairy finally came to the lakeside and picked up the baby whose voice had become hoarse from crying.

Gently stroking the baby's face, the baby was exquisitely beautiful, with short, pretty purple hair.

Under the fairy's gentle touch, the baby smiled happily and made giggling sounds.

The fairy happily held the baby in her arms.

"Lancelot, you shall be called Lancelot. You are a child adopted by the lake!" The fairy said with a hearty smile that had nothing to do with elegance.

Time flies, and it was already time for Queen Iglene of Britain to give birth.

During this time, Princess Morgan Filer was found, but she became taciturn.

The news of Lady Iglene's childbirth was known to very few people, except for Anomerin and a few other elders, as well as Knight Hector, who was already preparing to care for the next king.

Merlin and Anor were in Camelot Court, preparing to escort the next King of Britain to Sir Hector's home.

During this time, Anno had been leading the Knights in small-scale battles to eliminate security threats on the frontier of Britain. His murderous aura grew stronger, his face became more rugged, and he became more taciturn.

Merlin, on the other hand, remained unchanged, still wearing a white robe and a smiling face.

King Uther once intended to marry Princess Morgan Filer to Anor in order to completely tie down the powerful knight Anor through a marriage alliance, but Anor refused.

The reason for the refusal was that the princess was too young; Anno was already twenty years old, while Morgan Fairer was only a little over nine.

King Uther emerged from the room, and Anor and Merlin bowed in greeting.

"king."

"Yes. Get up, Mr. Merlin, Lord Anno." King Yuther's pale, gaunt face trembled slightly.

He was holding a naked baby in his arms.

“This is the born king of Britain,” King Uther said in a deep voice.

This is a baby girl. Her light white lanugo hair color is not yet visible, and her skin is still wrinkled because she was just born.

Looking at the baby, Merlin and Anno each had their own feelings.

Merlin: This is Lydia.

Anno: This is the British foodie ahoge (cowlick).

King Uther ignored their gazes: "Now, go, take my child to where she belongs."

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Britain's Economic Crisis

Artoria Pendragon was born without the knowledge of the general public and most of the high-ranking officials.

There were no extraordinary celestial phenomena, no great fanfare, she was simply born as a baby girl in a very ordinary way.

He was then secretly sent by the magician Merlin and Viscount Anno, lord of the British Glory Knights, to a city in Britain, where he was raised by Sir Hector, who was already retired.

King Uther's body has long since failed to recover, and he is only managing to keep from collapsing on the surface.

Merlin and Anno were both excellent horsemen, and their horses were said to have divine blood. Soon, the baby girl named Artoria would be delivered to her destination.

The two made a brief stop at the sacred lake on their way back.

Anno was alright, but Merlin was almost scared to death.

"Whose child is this?!" Merlin's face turned red, and after a long pause, he managed to utter this one question.

Anno remained calm and composed.

The Lady of the Lake is embracing Lancelot on the shore, her face full of loving kindness.

"I picked it up on the shore." The fairy of the lake, who was playing with the baby, answered Merlin's question casually without even looking at him.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, but his facial muscles were still somewhat stiff.

"Good day, fairy." Anno broke the awkward silence and walked to the fairy of the lake, giving her a knightly salute.

"Good day, sir." Unlike her attitude towards Merlin, the Lady of the Lake treated Anno quite well, nodding with a smile.

Merlin recovered and leaned in with a smile: "Tell me what happened."

The fairy of the lake glanced at him and said, "The story is simple. Lancelot was an abandoned baby who was left here by a woman."

Merlin and Anno exchanged a glance.

Anno sighed.

Britain's overall economic situation has been very unstable recently. Two of the larger neighboring countries, along with several smaller countries, have launched trade sanctions against Britain, leaving the country short of money from top to bottom.

Needless to say, ordinary people are the first to suffer in the country's economic struggles.

Militarily, Anno and the knights he trained are supporting them, but economically, Anno is also in a bind.

We can't just lead the Knights to attack if you refuse to trade with us. Britain's military strength is still at a low point, and we're not strong enough to back up our troops right now.

Moreover, the three behemoths of Rome, France, and Ireland are lurking nearby, watching with predatory eyes.

Under these circumstances, it's easy to understand why the people didn't resort to cannibalism but simply abandoned their children by the lake.

"Can I have a hug?" Anno asked tentatively.

The fairy hesitated for a moment, but still handed over Lancelot, who was looking around curiously.

As she took the baby, Anuo's perpetually furrowed brows finally relaxed, her expression softened, and she smiled kindly.

"Sigh~ Sigh!" Lancelot giggled, using his chubby little hands to grab Anno's nose.

Anno nuzzled Lancelot's little hand with his nose, and Lancelot immediately smiled even more happily.

Merlin watched Anno and Lancelot from the side and said with emotion, "It's been a long time since I've seen Lord Anno so relaxed."

The Lady of the Lake nodded, seemingly unrelated to the question: "It's clear that Lancelot likes him very much."

Merlin said meaningfully, "He is human, and Anno is human too."

You mean...?

“Lancelot can’t call you Mother, but he can call Anno Father,” Merlin smiled.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Fourteen Years.

“This child named Lancelot is human. Sooner or later, he will enter human society just like Lord Anno did,” Merlin explained. “And I’m also a little worried about Lord Anno’s mental state. If there’s a child by his side… no, it’s nothing.”

The Lady of the Lake was a little reluctant. She understood the reasoning Merlin had given her; she was, by nature, a fairy, and fairies' lifespans far exceeded those of humans. As his foster mother, she would have to care for the aging Lancelot until his passing...

"Could Lancelot stay with me for another two years?" the fairy asked sadly.

Merlin chuckled, "Anno hasn't agreed yet, I'll go talk to him." With that, he walked towards Ano, who was holding Lancelot.

Merlin and Anno explained their suggestions.

Anno returned the child to the fairy of the lake, and her eyebrows furrowed again.

Anno thought for a moment, neither agreeing nor refusing outright, but simply said, "I'll think about it."

However, it's clear that he's interested.

Anno, whose ultimate dream on Earth was to be a kindergarten big brother, loves children very much.

Merlin and Anno lingered by the sacred lake for a few more days to avoid attracting attention.

Anno's wavering didn't last long, and he agreed to Merlin's suggestion the following afternoon. However, Lancelot still wanted to stay in the sacred lake with the Lady of the Lake for a few more years. On the one hand, the Lady of the Lake was very fond of Lancelot, and on the other hand, all three of them, including Anno himself, had doubts about whether they could take good care of such a young child.

So the three of them planned to send Lancelot to Anno's side when he turned six, so that he could learn the knowledge of being a knight.

Merlin and Anno sat listlessly by the sacred lake, watching the fairy and Lancelot from afar.

"To be honest, An Nuoqing, you're not young anymore, are you? How old are you?"

Anno glanced at Merlin: "Twenty years old."

"Haven't you thought about finding a wife? The noblewomen of Camelot are very envious of you," Merlin teased, half-seriously.

Anno's eye twitched, and she quickly waved her hand: "No, no, let's forget about marriage. Besides, I'm going to raise Lancelot in the future."

Anno's experiences with the noblewomen or daughters of high-ranking nobles in Camelot are truly complicated.

They are far too open-minded, and their private lives are incredibly messy. As a true-blue Chinese, Anuo's views on this matter are definitely incompatible with these people.

When they occasionally see Anuo, they cling to him like an unremovable plaster, even openly harassing him.

As a knight, Anno couldn't be rough with or scold the lady, so he could only passively avoid her and never thought that anything would actually happen.

Anno didn't want to accidentally contract some strange disease, so until now, Anno hasn't had any close female friends.

Finally, having had their fill, the two bid farewell to the Lady of the Lake and the infant Lancelot, mounted their horses, and began their return to Camelot.

After returning to Camelot, their lives went back to normal. Anor led troops into battle, while Merlin treated King Uther's illnesses every day and occasionally dreamed about Artoria's condition.

Time flies by so quickly.

Britain's economy finally stabilized, and Lancelot was taken to Anno's side.

Fourteen years have passed in the blink of an eye...

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Boy? Girl

A boy walks on a grassy field, surrounded by a group of horses.