In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

So that's how it is. No wonder this tree is so big.

In its complete form, the World Tree could support the entire Norse kingdom. Although it is only a branch, it is not unbelievable that it could grow to such a size.

According to legend, Odin's weapon, "Gungnir," which "always hits its target once thrown," is a divine declaration and was forged from a branch of the World Tree.

Unexpectedly, Vivian was able to steal even something like this from the Norse gods.

"Gudong~"

"...Did you swallow your saliva just now?"

"No, no!" Nidhogg denied his dragon-throwing act without hesitation, but then seemed to think it was not convincing enough, so he pretended to be arrogant and said, "Hmph! It's just a mere imitation transformed from a branch. I devoured the roots that gathered the essence of the World Tree, so why would I look down on such a low-class thing?"

Although she spoke with great conviction, after spending so much time together, Yanan knew all too well how hypocritical she was, and shook his head helplessly.

"Don't even think about it. This tree is the lifeblood of Avalon. If you eat it, Vivian will go completely insane."

"Hmph, I told you, even if this third-rate stuff were delivered right to me, I wouldn't bother to look at it," Nidhogg said disdainfully, though a sigh escaped his lips inwardly.

How could you do such a cruel thing to me, something I can only look at but not eat!

“That would be best,” Yanan said noncommittally.

Actually, he wasn't too afraid of offending Vivian. Although he was no match for her here, Vivian's strength would drop drastically in the outside world, and there was even a very high chance that she would be directly thrown into the Star Inner Sea.

But he had no need to do such a thing. Putting aside the relationship between Vivian and Scáthach, it was Nidhogg who wanted the World Tree branch, so what did it have to do with him, Anahn?

Having three Divine Keys, the branches of the World Tree didn't actually hold much appeal for him.

If it were roots, he might consider it.

After all, the most fundamental life force of the World Tree is gathered in its roots, and it was because of that force that he was resurrected.

Unfortunately, Nidhogg had already devoured all the roots of the World Tree.

"Are you the outsider that Tethys spoke of?"

An unfamiliar voice came from the side. Yanan turned his head and saw a young man standing next to him.

He had short purple hair and eyes as clear as lake water, like a child untouched by worldly affairs.

He extended his hand to Yanan, a polite smile appearing on his handsome face.

"Welcome to Avalon. My name is Lancelot."

Chapter Eleven: The Eldest Princess of Camelot

Looking at the purple-haired man in front of him, a strange look appeared in Yanan's eyes.

The person in front of me is a truly important figure.

Lancelot, the second most important figure in the Arthurian legend, the leader of the Round Table, and the Knight of the Lake.

A noble knight adorned with countless honors.

A rebellious madman burdened with heavy sins.

Camelot was King Arthur's right-hand man and the key figure in Camelot's rise to power, but in the end, he brought about the destruction of Britain and spent the rest of his life in pain and regret.

"Um, excuse me, is there something I did wrong?"

Looking at Yanan's strange gaze, Lancelot felt slightly uneasy.

Even though he had never seen this black-haired, black-eyed man before, he inexplicably felt as if he had been seen through.

The hint of pity that emanated from those eyes sent chills down his spine, giving him a terrifying feeling that his fate could be seen through at a glance.

I just wanted to say hello...

His smile became slightly stiff.

"No, it's nothing. I just didn't expect that there would be other humans in Avalon."

Yanan shook Lancelot's hand: "Hello, Lancelot, I'm Yanan."

“Anan, is that right? Okay, I’ve memorized that name.” Lancelot’s smile was warm and sincere, making it impossible not to feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

As expected of the "ideal knight" praised even by King Arthur, Anahn thought to himself.

“I am actually an orphan. I was abandoned by my parents when I was young and was adopted by the Lady of the Lake, which is why I stayed in Avalon.” Lancelot did not shy away from his past and answered Anan’s question frankly. “In fact, for many years, I have been the only human here. You are the first person of my kind that I have met.”

Anan nodded slightly; this was indeed Lancelot's life experience.

He was the child of King Ban and Queen Yilian. He was abandoned by the lake as an infant and adopted by the lake fairy.

This is also why he was later known as the "Knight of the Lake".

When he grew up, he left Avalon and returned to France, where he reconciled with King Ban and received a territory of his own.

After being compared by his subjects to the ideal king across the Channel who pulled the sword from the stone, Lancelot felt resentful and set foot on British soil.

During his encounter with King Arthur, the Knight of the Lake was captivated by the ideal king's unwavering belief and soon became a member of the Round Table.

Judging from the timeline, Lancelot will probably be leaving Avalon soon.

"It's true that timing is everything..." A slight smile appeared on Yanan's lips.

He had already decided to abduct the Knight of the Lake.

Now that he'd run into Lancelot here, he certainly wasn't going to let this big fish go so easily.

Anyway, I'm going to join the round table eventually, so it doesn't matter whether I join sooner or later.

If we start cultivating Lancelot's feelings for Camelot now, we can prevent him from doing such a scoundrel again in the future.

Having made up his mind, Yanan began his kidnapping plan.

"I happen to have something I'd like to ask you for help with, is that alright, Lancelot?"

“Please feel free to ask, Anan. I will never refuse anything within my power,” Lancelot said earnestly.

"Actually, I have always longed to visit Avalon, this legendary paradise. I prepared for a long time before finally finding the opportunity to come here."

Yanan sighed, "But unfortunately, I know absolutely nothing about this place, and I may be leaving in a few days."

He looked at Lancelot: "So... although it may be presumptuous, could you please show me around Avalon? I don't want to leave with regrets."

He was absolutely certain that, given Lancelot's character, he would not refuse such a request.

As he expected, looking into those sincere eyes, a strong sense of responsibility instantly welled up in Lancelot's heart, and the noble knight said without hesitation:

"Of course! Besides, this is what I should be doing. Rest assured, Anan, I promise you a trip to Avalon that you'll never forget!"

"Thank you so much, Lancelot, you are truly a person of high moral character!"

Yanan didn't hold back his praise, but a slight smile appeared in his eyes.

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in the room.

Guinevere, who was resting in bed, suddenly opened her eyes. Her pale golden eyes showed no trace of her usual timidity, but rather the arrogance and indifference of a queen.

She sat up, turned her head to look at the corner, and said calmly:

"Since you're already here, don't try any of these little tricks on me."

The void rippled like a lake, and Vivian, sitting on a vine, appeared, looking at Guinevere in front of her with a slightly complicated expression.

"It's been a long time, Morrigan."

"I'm sorry, but I am not the evil fairy separated from the primordial elves, Morrigan." A hint of mockery flashed in her pale golden eyes: "My current name is Morgan le Fay, the heir to the [Island Power] of Britain, the eldest princess of Camelot, and the ruler of the Kingdom of Onic."

"Whether it's Morrigan or Morgan le Fay, it's ultimately just a name," Vivian said calmly.

popping.

Morgan clapped his hands.

"Truly worthy of being the oldest elf." Her voice was filled with deep sarcasm. "To avoid the end, you severed all ties with this world, wandering beyond its borders. I wonder what is still worth caring about for you now?"

"Is it this so-called utopia..." Morgan's lips curled into a slight, mocking smile, "or your children, Frey and Freya?"

"enough!"

With a low growl, immense magical power erupted from Vivian's body.

Morgan snapped his fingers, and a light green shield instantly appeared around him, blocking the storm of magic.

Vivian's expression turned slightly somber: "Everyone knows that Ragnarok is the inevitable end. I gave them a chance, but they chose to walk that path themselves."

“Yes, otherwise how could you have constructed this utopia?” Morgan’s mockery did not diminish in the slightest.

Vivian took a deep breath: "I don't want to argue with you about this pointless thing anymore, Moria. I've only come here to tell you that if you want to stay in Avalon, I can give you another chance."

"You want me to stay in this cage from now on?" Morgan scoffed. "Vivian, you really have a bad memory. Don't you even remember why I was born?"

Vivian's expression darkened slightly: "Britain will eventually meet its end, just like Ragnarok. Even knowing this fate, will you still choose that path?"

"Vivian, although I am a part of you, don't think I will be like you, a deserter who retreats without a fight."

Morgan tilted her fair neck back, like a proud black swan.

"I am the eldest princess of Camelot, the successor of the [Island Power], and I will fight with all my might to continue this country until the very last moment."

"When the city walls are breached, I will wear my most beautiful gown in the palace, dance the most magnificent dance, and drink the finest poison."

"To be buried with this nation in this grandest ceremony."

Chapter Twelve: Lancelot's Kidnapping Plan

Over the next month, Yanan, led by Lancelot, explored every corner of Avalon.

He was certainly not interested in this utopia; he just wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to Lancelot.

It was clear that Lancelot was in high spirits; he walked from morning till night every day and still looked full of energy.

Having lived in Avalon for so many years, Lancelot had finally met a human being other than himself, which naturally made him feel fond of Anan.

In addition, after spending a month together, he felt more and more that this black-haired, black-eyed boy was someone he could befriend deeply.

During this time, Anaen gradually introduced Lancelot to information about the outside world, which aroused Lancelot's great curiosity, as he had never left Avalon.