In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

He could even feel the waves of soreness coming from his waist.

That's so strange, why would I have such a dream...?

Kai lowered his head and drank his porridge, completely baffled.

Merlin sat in his seat enjoying his breakfast, and as he looked at Kai's slightly furrowed brows, a leisurely smile curved his lips.

After breakfast, Yanan and his group went to the dock and found a merchant ship bound for Lucammons. Under the all-powerful offensive of money, the ship owner readily agreed to their request to board the ship.

However, when Yanan and his group arrived at the port the next morning, they discovered that the merchant ship they had planned to board had a large hole drilled in its bottom the night before and was no longer able to sail.

"I'm sorry, the agreement has to be cancelled. Here is your deposit." The merchant ship owner said with a bitter face, handing the money bag in his hand to Yanan.

Yanan didn't take it, but instead asked, "Is the damage serious?"

"It's very serious," the merchant ship owner said with a wry smile. "All the grain we collected has fallen into the river. Even if we manage to retrieve it, we can't sell it. Plus, there's the cost of repairing the ship... I might not be able to continue this business from now on."

"It's all because of those damn bastards!" he said through gritted teeth, waving his fist. "These scum should all go to hell!"

“I think you make a lot of sense.”

Yanan smiled, took out a money bag that was full, and handed it to the merchant ship owner.

"Consider it my apology."

The merchant ship owner stared blankly at the money bag in his hand, then at the departing figures of Yanan and the others, as if several big question marks were hanging on his forehead.

Chapter Sixteen: Is the King Dead?

"Anan, you didn't stab the ship, so why are you paying him?"

On the way back, Lancelot asked in confusion.

Looking into those clear, childlike eyes, Yanan sighed inwardly and said, "Lancelot, although we didn't carve the ship, this matter is indeed related to us."

He then recounted the attack he had suffered the night before.

Kai and Artoria were naturally shocked and furious. As apprentice knights, they were supposed to protect Anahn's safety, but now someone had actually come to assassinate Anahn right under their noses.

What's even more infuriating is that they haven't even noticed yet!

—However, it can't really be blamed on them. That night, Kai was trapped in a dream and experienced the great harmony of life, and he couldn't even wake up. Meanwhile, Artoria went through two whole months of Holy Sword Trials in Avalon. Exhausted, it was inevitable that she would make some oversights.

The two siblings exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shame in each other's eyes.

"So, it was those who didn't want you to ascend the throne who punctured the ship?" Lancelot said thoughtfully.

"Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen? We decided to board the ship, and then it was pierced through," Yanan said with a helpless smile.

Lancelot scratched his head in frustration: "Sometimes I really don't understand what people in the outside world are like. Anan, you are kind and wise, Artoria is righteous and loyal, but those people seem to be different from you."

“This is humanity, Lancelot,” Yanan sighed. “So multifaceted and complex that even Odin, who drank from the Well of Wisdom, couldn’t give a precise definition of humanity. So we don’t need to seek the answer to this question. Just be yourself, stay true to yourself, and that’s enough.”

“Although I still don’t quite understand, I will remember what you said,” Lancelot said earnestly.

"So, Your Majesty, how do you plan to get to Lucammons?" Merlin asked with a smile.

Yanan glanced at the port behind him: "Since the waterway is now blocked, we'll have to go by land."

As a hub city, horses are an indispensable means of transportation. Yanan easily found a horse farm and, after some negotiation with the owner, bought five fine horses at a very low price.

That's right, he bought five fine horses that could be called treasures for about the price of an ordinary horse.

The reason, of course, was that the moment he entered the horse farm, his domineering aura spread out, causing the owner to exclaim in terror. He then bowed down and obediently offered up the prized horse.

...Yeah, right.

The real reason is that these horses are all mixed breeds, not only are they bad-tempered, but their sharp teeth can gnaw on bones as easily as gnawing on radishes.

Moreover, these hybrid creatures often have short lifespans; living to two or three years is considered quite good.

This is also the main reason why they can't be sold; otherwise, they would be good collectibles for some nobles who like to seek thrills.

However, this was no problem for Yanan. As soon as he let out a trace of Nidhogg's aura, these guys immediately became as docile as rabbits.

“Even Sleibnir was so terrified of me that he didn’t dare to move a muscle. Now you dare to use my aura to frighten a bunch of mixed-blood bastards. This is blasphemy against me! This is utter disrespect! Utter disrespect!”

Automatically ignoring the angry curses of a certain guy in his mind, Yanan placed his hand on the heads of these strange horses and, with the help of the power of the Black Abyss White Flower, sorted out the chaotic genes within their bodies.

The reason these strange horses don't live long is mainly because their gene sequences are too disordered. Under prolonged conflict, they are prone to sudden death.

Coincidentally, the Black Abyss White Flower's "creation" power is best suited for repairing such genetic problems.

After receiving treatment, although the horses did not appear to have changed much, their emotions were noticeably calmer than before.

Since Guinevere had never learned horseback riding, Artoria rode with her on one horse, while the remaining four horses were shared equally by Anaen, Kay, Lancelot, and Merlin.

The group rode their horses out of the main gate of Coramont, heading north under the midday sun.

Countless eyes hid in the darkness, silently watching their departing figures.

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Ten days later.

Yanan stood on the hill, gazing at the fortified city in the distance.

"We've finally arrived."

That was Lucammons, a city on the border of Camelot, and their destination.

“If it weren’t for those guys, we should have arrived two days ago,” Kai said indignantly.

Yanan smiled helplessly.

This was probably the most difficult journey he had ever undertaken in both his lifetimes combined.

Those guys were like a pack of relentless hyenas, always trying to tear a piece of flesh from him, completely blind to their fallen comrades.

No, I'm afraid these guys don't even have the concept of companions.

Even Anan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when recalling the scenes he glimpsed from those memories.

Even with his extensive experience, he had never seen such an inhumane and dehumanizing method of training.

Those who can emerge from that kind of hell have long lost their human emotions.

"Don't worry, Kai, those guys will pay for this soon."

A cold glint flashed in Yanan's eyes.

Although this trip was indeed quite troublesome, it was thanks to them that he was able to find all those guys hiding in the shadows.

To be honest, even he himself didn't expect that so many forces would be involved in this matter.

If we were to investigate this thoroughly, basically half of the Camelot nobles would not escape it.

Of course, not everyone here is there to defend the legitimacy of the throne. In fact, most people simply don't want a new king to appear in the country.

If it weren't for checking these guys' memories, even Yanan wouldn't have imagined that someone would have the idea that "since the Angles and Saxons haven't moved south for so many years, maybe the King of the North is already dead."

And there are quite a few of them.

The country lived peacefully for fifteen years without a king. If the king had really died, would there still be any need for him to exist?

After finally enjoying fifteen years of freedom, how could these proud nobles accept the sudden appearance of an ancestor who was merely a country bumpkin who had pulled the sword out of the stone by sheer luck?

Actually, if you put yourself in their shoes, Yanan could understand their thoughts.

But now, all he wants is to send these idiots to hell.

Chapter Seventeen: Yanan's Purpose

"You mean they went to Lucammons?"

In the spacious and tidy study, the old man, whose face was covered with wrinkles like tree roots, turned around and looked at his subordinate kneeling in front of him, his brows slightly furrowed.

What are they going to Lucammons for?

The subordinate did not answer, because he knew that the old man was not asking him a question, but was just talking to himself unconsciously.

This gentleman has always been sensitive and suspicious. He only believes in conclusions drawn through his own thinking. If anyone else were to interrupt at this time, they would probably only receive a good scolding.

After pondering for a moment, the old man said, "Let me see the map."

A huge map was spread out on the desk, marking every town, mountain, and river in Camelot with meticulous detail, so detailed that it would leave the army's scouts speechless.

The old man's gaze traveled upwards until he found a city called Lucammons. He paused for a moment, then suddenly noticed another inconspicuous name next to it.

As if he had just thought of something, his grayish-brown pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

"Could it be that he wants to...!"

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As dusk fell, Anaen and his men finally arrived at the walls of Lucammons.

Rather than a city, Lucammons is more like a fortress. The walls, reinforced with magical runes, are over ten meters high, and huge crossbows are placed on the walls. The crossbow bolts, as thick as an adult's arm, gleam coldly, sending chills down one's spine.

"Are they preparing for war?" Kai scratched his head.

The city walls shimmered with light, the glow emanating from magical runes.

Generally, unless in wartime, such a costly defensive technique cannot be kept active around the clock.

"Hey, who are you people!"

The guards on the city wall shouted at them.

“I am the new King Arthur.” Anahn raised his head, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of the guards. “Summon Duke Lucan to see me.”

"King Arthur?"

The guards looked at each other in bewilderment. The results of the king-selection ceremony that had ended more than a month ago had now spread throughout Camelot, and everyone knew that a new king had emerged.

But the new king should be going to Camelot to receive his coronation ceremony, so how could he possibly be at the border?

"Impersonating the new king is an unforgivable crime. Please don't joke like that." The guard shook his head, clearly not believing what Yanan said.

"Hey! What do you mean by this! Open your eyes and look carefully. Even if you don't recognize the new king, at least look at this white-haired guy next to you. Merlin, the dignified court mage, can't you even recognize him?" Kai shouted.