In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

He stared intently at the summoning circle. As the Master, he naturally had the right to see the Servant's true name. After all, how could they fight together if he didn't even know who he was summoning?

But what appeared before him was not detailed data, but a ball of pitch-black flame.

What is this?

Kenneth was slightly stunned, then an indescribable pain suddenly came from his eyes, as if they were being burned by flames. Countless sharp screams echoed in his mind, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground, letting out painful howls.

"Kenneth!"

Sophie crouched down in a panic, looking helplessly at the black tears of blood streaming from Kenneth's eyes. Although she had a magic circuit that was much higher than that of ordinary people, she had never systematically studied magic because she had been raised like a canary since childhood. She was completely clueless about even the simplest healing magic.

"Let me do it."

As Yanan emerged from the summoning circle, he looked at Kenneth kneeling on the ground with a hint of helplessness on his face. He really didn't know where this guy got the guts to look directly at the negative emotions that the Key of Corruption had accumulated for tens of thousands of years.

He raised his hand, and a crimson feather fell from the void, merging into Kenneth's consciousness to help suppress the negative emotions in his mind. He then switched back to Black Abyss Hundred Flowers.

"What...what do you want to do?" Sophie stared at the knight's lance in Yanan's hand, her body instantly stiffening, her beautiful face turning ashen.

"Of course we should help him get treatment! Do you want him to be blind for the rest of his life?"

Yanan casually swept Sophie aside with the gun barrel and plunged the gun tip into Kenneth's shoulder. A continuous stream of creative power flowed into the latter's body, helping him dispel the corrosive power lingering in his eyes.

Hearing Kenneth's wails gradually subside, Sophie breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although she didn't have much feeling for Kenneth, she was, after all, his fiancée. If something really happened, neither the Archibald family nor the Sophia family would give her a kind look.

"Oh, right, thank you for your help, Lancer..."

She turned to look at Anahn, and only now did she finally notice the appearance of this mysterious servant.

With his sharply defined features, deep, dark eyes, arched, straight eyebrows, and striking, gleaming silver armor, he exuded an aura of unapproachable nobility, much like a young, powerful, and influential monarch—mysterious and proud.

As she gazed at her, a look of infatuation appeared in Sophie's eyes, and two blushes appeared on her flawless white face.

Yanan, who possessed the Feather of Dust, was extremely sensitive to the psychological changes of those around him. He glanced at Sophie, feeling somewhat speechless.

He's not Dimurti, and he doesn't have any beauty mark that makes him unable to resist love, yet this woman still has her eye on him. Could it be that this guy is under some kind of curse that makes him "absolutely fall in love with any Servant summoned by Kenneth"?

He came to save the world, not to fall in love. Besides, he had no interest in such a wicked woman who only thought of herself and completely disregarded others.

The void trembled slightly, and a feather silently fell, sliding into Sophie's mind and suppressing the surge of dopamine.

Although Yanan didn't care much about his contract with Kenneth, he didn't want to fall out with her because of this stupid woman. After all, his primary goal now was to find out where the crisis in this world came from, and Kenneth, as a renowned genius magician of the Clock Tower and the monarch of El-Melloi, could provide him with considerable support.

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"You say you are King Arthur?"

In the room, Kenneth lay on the sofa with bloodshot eyes, while Sophie applied medicine to him. After having her feelings of affection for him forcibly suppressed, all she had left for Yanan was fear and awe. Under the influence of the suspension bridge effect, she began to unconsciously seek support from Kenneth.

This is also the main reason why Kenneth is so calm now; otherwise, if he had suffered such a great loss in the past, he would have already given Yanan a good scolding.

"Yes, I am indeed King Arthur, but not the King Arthur of your world."

Yanan changed out of his azure silver armor into a casual outfit that suited the current era, and sat down at the dining table, enjoying his meal immensely.

These were all flavors he hadn't tasted in over twenty years.

"Parallel worlds...?"

As a knowledgeable and talented magician, Kenneth immediately understood what Yanan meant.

The Throne of Heroes is located outside the world, independent of time and space. It is not unusual for it to summon Servants from other worlds, let alone future Servants.

Although he didn't summon the Servant he wanted, Kenneth didn't care. He wasn't one to dwell on the past, and doing so would only waste precious time. Besides, this King Arthur from another world was also very strong, so he had no reason to be dissatisfied.

"But I clearly used The Legend of Fenia as a relic, so why did it summon you?"

Is it because they both belong to Celtic mythology? Kenneth wondered to himself.

Yanan put the braised lion's head meatball into his mouth, thought for a moment, and replied, "Maybe it's because I killed Nuada."

Kenneth: ?

Chapter Three: Director Ken is no longer cuckolded!

"Wait, what did you just say?!" Kenneth jumped up from the sofa, his swollen eyes widening in disbelief. "You said you killed Nuada?"

"I'm over here. The one you're facing is a vase," Yanan kindly reminded him.

"Enough with the chit-chat! This isn't important!" Kenneth turned to Yanan in embarrassment and annoyance. "Putting aside whether you actually have the strength, King Arthur and Nuada were from completely different eras. How could you possibly kill him?"

A renewed suspicion arose in his heart about Anan's identity. He had studied the Gemstone's manuscript and knew that although the development trajectories of parallel worlds differed, they were still largely the same at some important junctures. In any world, King Arthur's era was undoubtedly the end of the Age of Gods. How could he possibly encounter King Nuada, the god-king of Danu, who was at the peak of the Age of Gods?

“Nuada and I are indeed from different eras, it’s just that there was a little accident in between.” Yanan casually recounted his experiences while eating the food in front of him.

He knew exactly what kind of person Kenneth was: arrogant, confident, with a strong sense of self, lacking empathy, and liking to judge others by his own standards. Once he made up his mind about something, unless he was proven wrong, not even nine oxen could pull him back.

In the original work, his dislike for Dimuludo stemmed from both his fiancée and his distrust of Dimuludo. He did not believe that Dimuludo's wish was simply to be loyal to his lord. He firmly believed that Dimuludo must be hiding something from him, so he was always wary of Dimuludo, which led to a great difference in their compatibility.

In Kenneth's view, so-called Servants are nothing more than magical constructs, like familiars, tools to help him achieve victory. If you want to get along with such a guy, you either have to go along with him, but that means you have to put yourself in a lower position, obey his instructions at every turn, and completely lose your initiative.

Yanan, of course, could not allow himself to be led by the nose by others, so he chose the second path: to demonstrate his abilities, gain Kenneth's approval, and achieve equal status.

Kenneth is a genius of the Clock Tower and the head of House Archibald. Such a background and experience lead outsiders to believe that he is an absolute believer in bloodline, and he himself has repeatedly expressed his support for bloodline theory in public.

But this does not mean that he was really a believer in bloodline; what he truly supported was meritocracy.

It is only because in the world of magic, bloodline and ability are inextricably linked that Kenneth appears to be a believer in bloodlines.

Kenneth will only truly acknowledge you if you demonstrate your value. If you only fawn over him, you might gain his superficial approval, but you will never gain his genuine recognition.

Kenneth never understood Dimulud, but Dimulud never truly understood the monarch either. So, in a sense, the final tragedy was actually caused by both of them.

But now that Anahn is Kenneth's Servant, he certainly cannot allow such a thing to happen again.

However, he did not reveal his full situation, but concealed the truth that he was still alive. This was not because he did not trust Kenneth, but mainly because such things were more troublesome to explain, and if Kenneth were captured by the enemy and his memories were extracted, then his trump card would be exposed.

"...This is truly unbelievable." After listening to Anan's account, Kenneth plopped down on the sofa, muttering to himself, "For something like this to actually happen, to revive the Age of Gods using the real Holy Grail...this plan is just too insane..."

Even more incredibly, his follower, King Arthur from a parallel world, was able to defeat such an enemy.

It sounds like a complete fantasy...

If he had been in that situation, he probably wouldn't even be ashes left by now.

Without a doubt, this was a truly great king with outstanding achievements, deeply revered by all. Even in death, he would never allow his glory to be easily tarnished. Kenneth, as a nobleman, was so certain that he unconsciously elevated Anahn to the same level as himself.

Suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, he subconsciously turned his head and looked nervously at Sophie beside him.

To win the heart of his beloved fiancée, the elegant and composed Lord El-Melloi secretly studied female psychology countless times at night. He knew very well how powerful such heroic deeds were for women, and with her being so handsome, Kenneth could even faintly hear the sound of horses galloping overhead.

“Ken… Kenneth.” Sophie gripped Kenneth’s arm tightly, looking at Anahn with a hint of fear in her eyes. Noticing that he glanced in their direction, she quickly moved closer to Kenneth. “This Servant is far too powerful. If he were to betray us, we wouldn’t be able to stop him at all… Can you really control him?”

Kenneth felt his heart skip a beat. Since they met, Sophie had never shown this vulnerable, girlish side of herself in front of him. In an instant, his blood boiled, and he said without hesitation, "Don't worry, Sophie. As long as I'm by your side, I will never let you get hurt. Anyone who wants to harm you will have to step over my dead body, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald!"

Kenneth immediately regretted his words, because in his mind, Sophie had always been a calm and rational woman. Hearing him say such things, she would definitely scold him severely, saying something like, "As a monarch, how could you say such childish things? You are so immature!"

He sighed inwardly. It was such a good opportunity to show off his elegance and composure as a nobleman and win Sophie's favor, but he ended up saying things that even he himself found embarrassing, like a hot-blooded, immature teenager. He was so impulsive.

"You...you mean it?" Sophie lowered her head shyly, two delicate blushes rising on her face. "Will you really protect me no matter what?"

Kenneth's heart sank instantly. Just as he suspected, Sophie was definitely unhappy with my flippant words!

Fortunately, I still have one chance to make amends. I must think carefully and make sure I don't repeat the same mistake!

Sophie, who had been waiting for a long time without receiving a response, looked up in confusion. She was taken aback when she saw Kenneth frowning and hesitating. Then, obvious anger began to show on her face.

Sigh... Yanan sighed inwardly and activated the Feather Dust that had just merged into Kenneth's consciousness.

With a bang, an impulse even stronger than before suddenly surged into Kenneth's mind, shattering his rationality and wisdom. His breathing suddenly became heavy, and a distinct flush appeared on his face. He flipped over and pinned Sophie down on the sofa.

"Ken... Kenneth..." Feeling the hot, panting breath hitting her face, Sophie's face showed a hint of panic, but her eyes shone with hope and expectation.

"Sophie, I love you. From the first moment I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love with you. Your beauty, your pride, everything about you captivates me. You have no idea how happy I was when I heard Lord Euryphus make you my fiancée. At that moment, I felt like I was ascending to heaven. You are my goddess of the Nymphs, the only woman I truly love. Magic and family are nothing to me as important as a single hair on your head! I will protect you, I will protect you for the rest of my life, I will give everything to protect you, even if it costs me my life, I will protect you forever!"

Hearing this impassioned confession, Sophie's face turned as red as if it could bleed, and steam rose from her head as she whispered, "I...I understand."

As if summoning her courage, she suddenly raised her head, closed her eyes tightly, and tapped Kenneth's cheek. Then, she hurriedly stood up from the sofa and ran into the inner room.

“You’re going the wrong way. The gate is over there,” Yanan said calmly.

"..." Sophie turned back, opened the door, and ran out.

Yanan put down his chopsticks, looked at the empty plates on the table, nodded in satisfaction, stood up, and strolled over to Kenneth, who was still stiff with rage.

"Hey, everyone's gone, so you don't need to stand here like a statue anymore."

"Aaaaaaahh ...

“I think it’s great. Some things only have an effect when they are said. Keeping them hidden is meaningless and will only make the other person unhappy.” Yanan pointed to the lipstick mark on Kenneth’s cheek. “See, the effect is there.”

"I knew it was you who did this!" Kenneth turned to Yanan, his eyes blazing with fury. "Lancer, I know you're powerful and influential, but don't forget, I'm your Master. You're just one of my..."

Anan calmly took out a silver, pen-like technological artifact from his pocket:

"Sophie, I love you. From the first moment I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love with you..."

"Where did you get this thing?!" Kenneth's voice instantly rose eight hundred decibels, its power comparable to a banshee's howl of level B+.

“Of course I made them myself.” Yanan shrugged, and with a wave of his hand, a black hole surrounded by golden lines appeared, from which a bunch of voice recorders fell to the ground. “As long as I can understand the structure, I can make them however many I want. Oh, by the way, all of these are voice recorders that can record audio.”

Kenneth fell to his knees with a thud, the background filled with endless gray and white.

"I never imagined that after dominating the Clock Tower for so many years, I, Kenneth, would ultimately fall at the hands of a Servant I summoned myself..."

His words were sorrowful and his tone was mournful, which saddened those who heard it and brought tears to those who saw it.

“I’m doing this for your own good.” Yanan leaned down and patted Kenneth on the shoulder. “You know very well that Sophie is very resistant to this marriage. If you don’t take the initiative, the cooked duck will fly away.”

“I know this without you telling me!” Kenneth slapped Yanan’s hand away impatiently.

Yanan smiled, stood up nonchalantly, and sat down on the custom-made Italian sofa.

Kenneth's lips twitched slightly; that sofa was originally his reserved seat.

Yanan leaned back on the sofa, his fingers interlaced on his abdomen, and said calmly, "Alright, that's enough small talk. Now let's talk about the Holy Grail War."

"Hmph, is there any need to discuss this? With you, King Arthur who ended the Age of Gods, and me, the genius magician of the Clock Tower, dealing with a bunch of country landowners and third-rate magicians is a piece of cake." Kenneth put his hands behind his back, his face full of arrogance.

If he hadn't summoned Anahn, he might have been more cautious, but now that he'd heard about the deeds of this otherworldly King Arthur and learned of his power, he no longer believed that anyone in this Holy Grail War could be a match for his side.

“It is not ignorance and stupidity that lead to destruction, but arrogance and conceit.” Yanan glanced coldly at Kenneth. “If you don’t correct this flaw of yours, I guarantee you will die in this war.”

Kenneth frowned slightly: "You seem to know something."