In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

The primordial rune was instantly constructed, and a pair of thick, almost tangible arms emerged from the void, easily smashing the light green shield as if cracking an egg, and pulling the pale gold-haired woman back to the shore.

"Thank... thank you..."

The woman with long, light blonde hair lay on the ground, coughing up water several times. Her wet black dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her tall and voluptuous figure.

A flash of light appeared, and the water stains on the woman's body disappeared instantly. Her clean and refreshing appearance made it impossible to tell that she had just been rescued from the water.

Yanan raised an eyebrow: "You're a magician?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm not a magician. These are things my sister left on me." The woman with light blonde hair was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained.

Yanan nodded slightly. If this woman really was a magician, she shouldn't have almost drowned.

Just then, the woman raised her head, allowing Yanan to see her face clearly.

His eyes widened instantly, an expression of disbelief appearing in them.

Lily!?

He almost shouted those two words out loud.

He even thought he was seeing things, rubbed his eyes, and realized it wasn't his problem.

The woman in front of me looked so much like Artoria; she was basically the adult version of her.

However, there are still some differences. Artoria's eyes are a deep blue like lake water, while the woman in front of her has light gold hair like hers.

Their temperaments were also very different. Artoria's eyes were firm, and she exuded a strong heroic spirit, sometimes making people forget her gender. The woman in front of her, on the other hand, was timid, like a canary raised in a cage since childhood, beautiful and fragile, making people feel sorry for her.

How can they look so alike? Could it be that Artoria has a twin sister she doesn't know about?

No! Artoria does seem to have an older sister!

A look of vigilance instantly flashed in Yanan's eyes.

In both orthodox legends and Type-Moon lore, King Arthur did indeed have an older sister named Morgan le Fay, a powerful and cruel witch.

But Morgan le Fay is the true inheritor of the [Island Power], so it's hard to believe he almost drowned.

Moreover, this aura is completely unlike anything described in the legends.

However, just to be on the safe side, Yanan decided to be more cautious.

"Ma'am, could you please tell me your name?"

As he spoke, his fingers, hidden behind his back, secretly drew a mysterious rune in the air.

[Rune of Truth]!

If she dares to lie, Yanan will immediately notice!

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself." The woman stood up somewhat flusteredly and bowed to Anahn.

"Hello, my name is Guinevere."

Chapter Sixteen: The Cat's Eye Sisters

The runes did not react.

Is she really Guinevere?

A hint of surprise appeared in Yanan's eyes.

Like Morgan le Fay, Guinevere is a pivotal figure in the Arthurian legend.

She was King Arthur's queen, but later she had an impure relationship with Lancelot, the knight of the lake and the leader of the Round Table, embarking on a "Platonic" love affair.

After being discovered by King Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere fought their way out of Britain and fled to Gaul, which is now France.

Lancelot's betrayal led to the split within the Knights of the Round Table and was one of the key reasons for Camelot's later downfall.

And now, this person is standing right in front of Anaen, with a face exactly like Artoria's.

He suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, you just said you have an older sister?"

Guinevere shrank back, a hint of fear in her eyes, and nodded slightly.

She seemed very afraid of that so-called "older sister".

Yanan narrowed his eyes slightly upon noticing this.

"Is your sister named Morgan Lefève?"

Guinevere's eyes widened slightly: "Do you know my sister?"

A barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in her pale gold eyes.

Morgan le Fay really is Guinevere's sister. That's strange, I haven't heard of King Uther having any other children...

However, when he thought of Artoria, Anahn shook his head inwardly. With King Uther's abilities, if he could hide one, hiding another wouldn't be difficult.

A thought suddenly flashed through Yanan's mind, and his expression became somewhat strange.

Morgan le Fay is Guinevere's older sister, and also Artoria's older sister. Does that mean that Artoria and Guinevere are also sisters?

And all three of them look exactly alike...

What is this? The Cat's Eye trio?

I really want to know how Artoria could bring herself to do something to a face that looks exactly like hers...

“Mr…Mr. Magician?” Guinevere looked at Anahn timidly. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she seemed to see a hint of perversion in the young man’s face.

My sister once said that magicians are all extreme lunatics who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals; they have very dark minds. Some even enjoy imprisoning women in basements, torturing and humiliating them with all sorts of perverse methods to satisfy their own filthy desires.

Guinevere almost burst into tears. Could it be that she had run into a guy like this?

Did he rescue me just to capture me and slowly humiliate me?

How terrifying! It's so terrifying! Sister, please come and save me!

Anan snapped out of his daze and saw Guinevere looking like she was about to cry. He was puzzled, but after a moment of thought, he suddenly realized what was going on.

“You’re worried your sister won’t be able to find you, right?” he comforted her. “It’s alright, don’t worry, I’ll help you find Morgan le Fay.”

He reached out to pat Guinevere on the shoulder, but suddenly realized that it wasn't Artoria in front of him. So he coughed and smiled, "The manor I'm staying at is not far ahead. Let's go there and rest for a while."

It's coming! It's coming! It's coming!!

Guinevere finally broke down, her eyes filled with tears, and she managed a weak smile: "No...no need...I can find it myself..."

“That won’t do!” Yanan rejected Guinevere’s idea without hesitation. “There are a lot of guys from out of town in Taylor Bill now, all sorts of weirdos. What if you accidentally run into bad guys or perverts and get into danger? Wouldn’t it have been a waste of my time to save you?”

You're the most dangerous bad guy and pervert!

Guinevere forced a smile, suppressing her fear and apprehension. "In that case... I'll trouble you, Mr. Magician."

I can't refuse anymore, or this perverted magician will definitely get angry!

Now all I can do is try to stall for time until my sister comes to rescue me.

Calm down... calm down... Guinevere, you can do it, you definitely can...

I wonder what Lily's reaction will be when she sees Guinevere...

Thinking of that amusing scene, a malicious smile slowly crept onto Yanan's lips.

Guinevere: ...

Magicians are really scary! Sister, come save me!

……

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"Did the teacher go back?"

Artoria looked at Kars with a puzzled expression.

Karls looked dazed, as if he had encountered something unbelievable. His eyes were unfocused, and he pointed outside: "My Lord God, you've been gone for ten minutes."

Artoria nodded and turned to walk outside: "Thank you, Uncle Karls."

After a moment, Karls came to his senses and looked at the empty doorway, scratching his head in confusion: "Who was that person just now?"

Artoria ran quickly down the streets of Tyler Bill.

She was unaware that Yanan had taken the long way and was inwardly blaming herself for not paying attention enough, as she hadn't even noticed her teacher passing by.

She suddenly noticed a large crowd gathering ahead, and faintly, she could hear women crying.

With her brows slightly furrowed, Artoria pushed through the crowd and walked inside.

"Please give it back to me... This really is mine, I really didn't steal it."

A simply dressed woman, her belly slightly heaving, knelt on the ground, her face full of pleading.

A gaunt man clad in silver armor stood before the woman, holding a jar in his hands, a mocking smile playing on his gloomy eyes.

"Who would believe that? A mere ordinary peasant woman, how could she have such a large jar of dragon blood in her home? Did you go and slay a dragon yourself? This is clearly something you stole!"

Dragon blood!?

The crowd erupted in uproar, their eyes gleaming with intense greed as they stared at the jar in the thin man's hand.

Everyone knows how precious dragon blood is. Even the blood of a two-legged dragon is extremely valuable. How could an ordinary peasant woman possibly possess it?

"This was bought with my husband's life, I really didn't steal it..."

The woman let out a desperate sob.

She intended to save this jar of dragon's blood for her unborn child. Her husband had always dreamed that their child would grow up to be a powerful and respected knight.

She had meant well. Since all the hotels in town were full, she offered the young man her spare cabin to stay in temporarily. However, he unexpectedly discovered the jar of dragon blood and immediately turned hostile, insisting that she had stolen it.

"Please give it back to me. This was bought with my husband's life. I really didn't steal it..."

She wept, clutching the silver-armored knight's leg, pleading incessantly.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

Seeing the stains on the leg armor, a violent glint flashed in the thin man's eyes. He raised his right foot and kicked the woman hard in the abdomen.

boom! !