In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Merlin's eyes flashed with a variety of colors. Two or three hours later, he rubbed his temples wearily and said, "It is a family heirloom of a lord in Gaul named King Frent."

“A family heirloom…” Yanan murmured softly, “which means that if I want to acquire it through a trade, the chances of success are very low, right?”

“Not just low, but practically nonexistent.” Merlin shrugged. “This sword was bestowed upon his family by a monarch of the ancient Roman Empire. It was a symbol of family honor, and he valued it more than his own life.”

“I see, I understand now.” Yanan nodded slightly.

He dismissed Merlin and then summoned Juliana and Slud.

"Master, what do you need us for?"

Yanan sat in a high-backed chair, his elbows resting on the table, his fingers clenched and pressed against his chin, and said in an unprecedentedly serious tone, "Now there is a very important task that needs to be entrusted to you."

Yurina and Slud's eyes lit up immediately, and they asked eagerly, "What mission?"

“Go to Gaul and find a man named King Frent. He possesses a sword called Clarent, his family heirloom. Your mission is to destroy this sword,” Anan said gravely. “At all costs!”

Yulina and Slud exchanged a glance. Judging from their master's tone and expression, this matter was probably very important to him.

The two women replied firmly, "Yes, we guarantee to complete the mission!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Yanan sent two runes into the bodies of Yulina and Slud.

“If you encounter any trouble, activate this rune, and I will provide assistance,” he said in a low voice. “Alright, go.”

After Slud and Yurina left the room, Yanan leaned back in his chair and slowly exhaled a long breath: "Now everything should be fine, right?"

A golden spear floated leisurely in front of him, conveying a sense of intent.

"Hey! What do you mean I chickened out? I was clearly avoiding the risks, okay? You don't know anything!"

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Three months later, Yurina and Slud brought good news: Clarent had been successfully eliminated.

Anan breathed a slight sigh of relief. Without the damn sword, he no longer had to worry about a [rebellion against my magnificent father] suddenly popping out from the corner at any time.

Six months later, Mordred was born. As requested by Yanan, Morgan did not deliberately conceal the child's identity, which caused quite a stir in Camelot.

However, there wasn't much gossip among them; most people were simply happy about the fact that the king finally had an heir.

This little princess, who inherited the power of the island's lord, the Black Dragon of Despair, and the Red Dragon, has been loved by everyone since birth. Artoria and Morgan need no introduction, Nidhogg wished he could stay by the child's side every day, and although Anahn was usually very busy, he would make a special trip to see her after finishing his work each day.

Every time he sees the little guy lying quietly in the cradle, a smile involuntarily creeps onto his lips.

A year later, once Gawain and others had accumulated enough prestige within the Knights, Anan decisively launched a reform, eliminating all the ministers and then promoting Gawain and others to form a new Round Table Conference.

The former ministers were naturally resentful, but in front of the current Anan, they dared not voice any objections and could only slink away in disgrace.

At Anaen's suggestion, Feuerius also resigned from his position as Minister of the Interior and found a beautiful, secluded place to retire peacefully.

With the help of the Knights of the Round Table, Anahn's burden was lightened considerably, and he was finally able to free up his hands to do things he hadn't had time for before.

Chapter 46 Sidden's Teacher

Early morning, Taylor-Bill, Hector's Estate.

"Mom, I'm going out!"

A boy who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old walked out of the manor carrying a basket on his back. He had smooth, short flaxen hair, handsome and well-proportioned features, and dark pupils that seemed to gather all the spirituality of the world, making people unconsciously attracted to him.

"Remember to come back soon, Sidden."

"Okay, Mom."

The peasant woman stood at the door, her eyes tenderly watching her son's departing figure.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho~"

The boy jogged along the country road and made his way into the town.

Good morning, Grandpa Norison. You're still as healthy as ever.

"Oh, it's Sidden. Is she here to buy things for the manor again? What a good boy."

"Good morning, Dean! Your flowers are getting more and more beautiful, just like you."

"Hehe, you little rascal, you still have such a sweet tongue. Here, this rose is for you."

"Ah! It's Uncle Johnson. Your business is really booming today. Could you please bring me two fish?"

"Oh, it's Sidden. Here, these two fish are ones I caught this morning, I saved them especially for you."

The boy greeted familiar faces on the street with enthusiasm; his smile seemed to have a magical power, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

[As expected of a child blessed by the chosen king, such a clear and pure heart is like a spotless lake.]

People sighed inwardly.

"Hmm~ The fish has been bought, as have the meat, vegetables, and bread. Uncle Hector's pipe, Sister Molina's sachet, and Brother Cohen's ink..."

As Sidden walked down the street, recalling the supplies he needed to buy, a scream suddenly rang in his ears.

"Someone's stealing!"

He turned his head and saw a lean man running towards him, clutching a bulging bag in one hand and a dagger in the other, his expression crazed.

"Get out of my way!" The robber waved his dagger wildly, and passersby hurriedly made way for him, but Sidden stood still.

"Get out of my way, you brat!" The robber's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he looked at Sidden blocking his way and brandished his dagger, stabbing forward fiercely.

Sidden leaned slightly forward, then delivered a straight punch from below to the robber's stomach. The robber's eyes bulged out, he spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes back, and immediately lost consciousness.

"Oh no, did I use too much force?"

A hint of panic flashed across Sidden's face. He quickly checked her breathing and breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, thank goodness she's not dead."

A young woman rushed in, looked at the robber lying on the ground, breathed a slight sigh of relief, turned to the boy, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Sidden. If it weren't for you, this guy might have gotten away."

Sidden scratched his head, a shy smile appearing on his face: "You're welcome. After all, I'm going to be a hero, and this is what I should do."

The crowd that had gathered laughed when they heard this.

"As expected of Sidden, her ambitions are truly lofty."

"If it's Sidden, he'll definitely become a great hero of Britain in the future!"

"That's right, I also believe that Sidden will definitely become a great hero!"

Before noon had arrived, and after purchasing all the supplies, Sidden set off on his journey back to the manor.

Back at the manor, he had just put down his basket when a servant came over.

"Young Master Sidden, the master wants you to go to the study."

“Uncle Hector?” Sidden paused for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, I understand. I’ll be right there.”

Two minutes later, he arrived at Hector's study and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Excuse me, Uncle Hector."

Sidden pushed open the door and went in, and found that in the study, besides Hector, there was a man with black hair and black eyes. His features were as sharp as a sculpture. He was wearing a suit of light silver armor and his whole body was filled with a noble and elegant temperament, as majestic as a god descending from the sky.

"Are you Sidden?" the man asked, smiling at him.

"I am." The boy nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Excuse me, are you King Arthur?"

"How did you know it was me?" A hint of surprise appeared in the man's eyes.

“Because…” Sidden scratched his head and lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, “I felt a sense of familiarity with you from the first moment I saw you.”

Yanan paused for a moment, then shook his head with a chuckle. He stood up and walked to Sidden, gently patting the latter's fluffy flaxen hair. He exclaimed, "It's been a long time, Sidden. I didn't expect you to have grown so much in the blink of an eye."

I remember when I left Taylor Bill, Sidden was only two or three years old. I never imagined that just three years later, he would have grown from a child into the handsome young man he is today.

So-called heroes really are unreasonable.

“Are you here to take me away?” Sidden looked at Yanan with sparkling eyes.

“That’s right. You’ve grown to the point where you should be learning how to master the power within you and become a true hero,” Yanan smiled. “So, are you ready?”

“Yes!” Sidden nodded without hesitation. “I’ve been preparing for this for the past few years!”

Afterwards, Yanan found Sidden's mother, Jona, and told her his purpose.

“I never expected this day to come so soon.” Jona sighed softly, bowing slightly to Yanan. “From now on, I’ll have to trouble you with this child, Mr. Yanan.”

"Aren't you planning to go with him?" Yanan was slightly taken aback.

“I did have that thought before, but as I watch this child grow up day by day, I gradually realized that he and I will eventually go down two different paths.” Jona gently stroked Sidden’s head, her eyes filled with tenderness. “I don’t want to become a burden to him one day. What I hope is that he can walk well on his own path.”

“Mom…” Sidden looked at her mother through teary eyes.

“Sidden, you must become a hero and do everything in your power to help those in need. This is your father’s long-held wish, and it is your innate mission, understand?” Jona instructed.

"Yes! Mom, don't worry, I will definitely become a hero!" Sidden wiped away her tears and said firmly.

“Jona, you are truly a great mother,” Hector exclaimed, then turned to Sidden, “Don’t worry, Sidden, I will take good care of your mother. Just focus on doing what you need to do.”

"Please, Uncle Hector." Sidden bowed deeply to Hector.

three days later.

"Are you ready, Sidden?"

Sidden glanced reluctantly at the manor behind her, turned her head, and nodded: "Mm!"

"Then let's set off."

Yanan snapped his fingers, and the surrounding space shifted. A moment later, they suddenly appeared on a snow-capped mountain. A biting wind swept through the air, carrying snowflakes that danced in the sky, and all they could see was endless white.

“Ya…Yanaen brother…why…why did we come here…” Sidden hugged his arms, trembling all over.

Normally, with his physique, he should have no problem coping with this level of low temperature, but for some reason, he was freezing like an ordinary person.

“This is where the Norse kingdom was located in the mortal world back then.” Anaen surveyed the surrounding environment. “However, after Ragnarok, the Norse kingdom separated from the mortal world. This place was affected by the residual power of Ragnarok, which is why it became like this.”

"So...so that's how it is..."

Anann outlined the primordial runes, and the void before him slowly distorted, revealing a spatial portal.

"Let's go."