In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

The plan is now proceeding as smoothly as he imagined, but a sense of guilt suddenly arises in his heart.

He felt like a thief, stealing the fruits of others' hard work over the past ten years, just as they were about to reap the rewards.

Looking into those resolute, azure eyes, a complex expression appeared in his own eyes.

"Lily, you should think it over more. There are still half a month until the day of the selection of the king. You can discuss it with Merlin and Sir Hector."

“No need, teacher.” Artoria shook her head. “I made this final choice after careful consideration, without consulting anyone.”

What Yanan said back then really hit her hard, and it made her think that she was not yet a qualified king.

But what truly solidified her resolve and made her decide to abandon the sword in the stone were the events of today.

Originally intended as a good deed, my soft-heartedness and immature handling of the situation almost led to a major mistake.

If she can't even handle such a small matter, Artoria can't imagine what kind of disaster she would bring if she were still like this after becoming queen.

She may be able to try to find her way forward slowly, but the cost will be borne by millions of Camelot people.

Every tiny mistake she makes will feel like a heavy mountain on the people's shoulders.

Without a doubt, she is not yet mature enough to shoulder the responsibility for this country.

In order to prevent the people from becoming victims of her rise to power, she decided to abdicate in favor of a more suitable person.

Artoria felt no reluctance or resentment, because compared to her own fate, she hoped that the country could go further.

“I understand.” Yanan sighed. Now that things had come to this point, it would be too pretentious for him to continue to refuse. “I will temporarily govern this country in your stead. When you have grown up enough to take on all responsibilities, I will return the throne to you. As compensation, I will impart to you everything I know without reservation.”

Artoria seemed to want to say something more, but Anaen interrupted her directly: "This is my decision. It's no use what you say. Otherwise, I'll just pull out the sword in the stone and run away, leaving this mess for you to clean up."

Artoria could only nod helplessly upon hearing this, but the smile on her lips betrayed her true thoughts.

A strange look appeared on Yulina's face. If she hadn't misheard, her new master was about to pull the sword from the stone and become the king of Camelot.

That's a really big thigh!

If she can cling to this powerful figure, won't she be able to do whatever she wants in Camelot from now on?

Moreover, given the qualities Anan has demonstrated, she might actually be able to defeat King Vortigern, and then no one in all of Britain would dare to provoke her!

She no longer had to hide her identity secretly, nor did she have to worry about becoming someone else's food.

Even if Eltrauge really came to his door, she wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

Isn't this the life I've always dreamed of?

Yurina's resentment towards Anaen vanished in an instant, and she immediately made up her mind to stay by Anaen's side from now on, no matter how much she chased her away!

With thighs that thick, only a fool would put them there!

"Alright, we should go now. I still need to explain to that lady about her child and the dragon blood."

Yanan called out and headed towards the peasant woman's dwelling.

Artoria nodded, but as soon as she took a step, her expression suddenly froze. She looked around, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"Oops!"

Yanan turned around in confusion: "What's wrong?"

“Guinevere! I remember Guinevere came out with me, but now she’s gone. It must have been when there were so many people earlier…”

First, she almost caused the death of a mother and child, and now she has lost her companion. For Artoria, who has a strong sense of self-esteem, suffering such heavy blows one after another has brought her to the brink of mental collapse.

She could no longer maintain her former strength, and became like a fragile little girl, her big eyes filled with tears.

"It's all my fault..."

Yanan frowned slightly. He wouldn't worry about losing anyone he knew, but Guinevere was the only exception.

Given that girl's personality, something unexpected might really happen.

"Don't worry, I'll find her right away."

He reached out and drew the [Rune Tracking] rune in the air. The rune trembled slightly, but instead of pointing Ananon in the direction of the target as usual, it slowly disappeared like smoke.

Anan raised an eyebrow, pondered for a moment, then turned to Artoria and smiled, "Don't worry, she's safe now. Someone has already taken her away."

"Really?" Artoria looked at Anahn with teary eyes.

“Really, I promise,” Yanan said with a smile.

As an expert in runes, he could naturally tell that what had just happened was clearly someone interfering with his runes.

As far as he knew, there was only one person in all of Taylor Bill who could do this.

Morgan Lefève!

Yanan shook his head. This witch was truly mysterious; even he didn't know when she had arrived.

After confirming that Guinevere was alright, Artoria gradually calmed down and followed Anaen toward the peasant woman's dwelling.

……

……

In the dark alley, a tall woman dressed in a black and blue dress with her face veiled watched the receding figures of Yanan and the others.

"Yanaen".

She called the name softly, a hint of interest appearing in her pale golden eyes.

The woman dressed as a servant knelt behind, trembling all over, her beautiful face filled with fear.

She knew she was finished; she had made such a grave mistake that even God couldn't save her.

"I was originally planning to punish you, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you off the hook for now."

Hearing the voice beside her, the maid was slightly taken aback, then her eyes lit up with immense joy, and she quickly kowtowed, saying, "Thank you, Lord Morgan!"

Morgan's moist lips curled slightly as she turned and disappeared into the darkness of the alley, leaving behind only a faint, misty fragrance.

"Anan, we will meet again soon."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Heroes of Mortals

"This is……"

Artoria looked at the baby sleeping peacefully in Kai's arms, and her expression turned somewhat strange:

"Brother, when did you have a child?"

Kai's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "Who told you this is my child? I haven't even held a girl's hand yet!"

Artoria frowned and said with displeasure, "Brother, I know you're worried about being punished by your adoptive father, but you can't disown your own child. Our teacher said that as a knight, you should be willing to take responsibility. You're just running away."

“Lily is right, Kai, how could you do such a thing? This child will be heartbroken when he grows up,” Merlin said righteously from the side.

"Get out! What are you doing here causing trouble!"

Kai roared at Merlin, but accidentally woke the baby in his arms, who immediately burst into tears.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I woke you up. It's my fault. Please don't cry..."

Kai frantically tried to soothe the baby for a while, but the baby showed no sign of stopping.

"Oh dear, Kai, you're so clumsy. It seems we'll have to rely on the reliable Merlin to step in."

Merlin held a small flower that he had conjured in his hand and smiled as he offered it to the baby: "Don't cry, okay? Let me show you a pretty little flower."

The baby paused for a moment, then cried even louder.

"Eh!? Why is this happening? That's exactly how I comforted little Al back then." Merlin looked hurt.

"Let me give it a try."

Artoria volunteered.

Kai, as if seeing a savior, quickly handed the baby to Artoria.

Artoria said with a stern face:

"If you keep crying, I'll punish you by not letting you eat for a day."

Merlin: "..."

Kai: "..."

Yanan: "..."

Yulina: "..."

Baby: "...Waaaaah!!!!"

"This doesn't work either?" Artoria asked, somewhat frustrated. "This trick worked perfectly when I was little."

"That's because it works for you!" Kai roared inwardly.

“Let me do it.” Anaen sighed and took the baby from Artoria’s arms.

Amazingly, as soon as the baby was in Yanan's arms, it immediately stopped crying and stared at him with its bright, piercing eyes.

"Hmm? Why did my sworn brother's child stop crying when he was in the teacher's arms?" Artoria tilted her head in confusion.

Kai was speechless: "I already told you this isn't my child. This is some peasant woman's child. Her mother just fell asleep because she was too tired, so I'm just holding her temporarily."

“But I remember that woman looked like she wasn’t very far along in her pregnancy,” Artoria said, puzzled. She clearly remembered that the peasant woman’s belly was only slightly undulating, far from being ten months pregnant.

"That's because your teacher forced this child to mature prematurely," Merlin said with a smile. "This child was in great danger at the time. After that kick, even I thought he wouldn't survive. But your teacher refused to give up and actually managed to save him in the end, which really surprised me."

"You can actually do something like that?" Kai stared in shock, his eyes wide.

Yulina looked at Yanan with increasing awe. To be able to save a dying baby was almost a feat that touched the realm of the gods!

Artoria's eyes dimmed, and regret and self-blame overwhelmed her once again.

Yanan gently touched the baby's soft cheek with his finger, and the baby opened its little hands, hugged his finger, and laughed happily.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

Yulina stepped forward, stared at the baby curiously for a while, sniffed, and a hint of doubt appeared on her face: "Why do I feel that this child has a scent that is very similar to yours, master?"

Yanan didn't respond; he knew, of course, what Yulina meant by the similar taste.

Black Abyss, White Flower.