In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Oh my, I never imagined that I was so well-known in your eyes, Kai? That's really touching." Merlin pretended to wipe away tears from the corner of her eyes.

Kai glanced at him sideways: "I spoke with the knights who participated in the king selection ceremony, and they told me that the name of the useless sage Merlin has already spread throughout Camelot."

Merlin was exasperated, secretly deciding to let Kai experience the great harmony of life again tonight.

"Please leave. The city lord has ordered that Lucammons is no longer open to outsiders from this day forward." The guards remained unmoved and showed no intention of opening the gate.

"You!" Kai was furious, but suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Since we can’t get in,” Yanan said with an innocent smile, “why don’t we just let them out?”

He drew the Stone Sword from his waist, transformed into the Black Dragon form, and a vast amount of magic power flowed continuously into the Stone Sword, causing starlight to surge across its golden blade.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

The light is surging!

The light is roaring!

A striking and magnificent pillar of light shot into the sky in an instant, and the vast and mighty magical energy surged like the ocean, coloring the entire sky into a dazzling golden yellow!

All the residents of Lucammons stared in disbelief at this miraculous scene.

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed in their ears.

“I am Arthur, the chosen king of Camelot, the destined ruler of Britain. Lord Lukan, do you intend to keep me waiting here any longer?”

The soldiers guarding the city were stunned for a long time before they belatedly realized what was happening and quickly turned their crossbows toward Anan below.

The veteran next to him quickly stopped him: "Are you looking to die?!"

"But...but..." The soldier was at a loss, his palms sweating with nervousness. "Didn't the city lord say...that anyone who tries to force their way in should be killed without exception...?"

The veteran wanted nothing more than to crack open the guy's head and see what was inside: "Have you ever considered that he might actually be King Arthur?!"

"This...I..." The soldier lowered his head dejectedly. "What should we do now?"

"Wait! Wait for the city lord's order!"

Not long after, a cavalry force of about fifty men approached the city gate, and the sound reached the ears of the gatekeeper from afar.

"The city lord commands: Open the city gates!"

"Quickly! Open the city gates!" the garrison commander ordered hastily.

Rumble...

The heavy gate slowly opened, and the cavalry drove straight out, stopping ten meters away from Yanan and the others.

Leading the cavalry was a middle-aged man in silver armor, with silver-white hair, a stern face, and an air of authority that commanded respect without anger.

Upon seeing the golden sword in Anahn's hand and the smiling Merlin beside him, the man's pupils suddenly contracted. He dismounted, ran quickly to Anahn, and knelt on one knee: "Lucan greets His Majesty King Arthur. I was unaware of Your Majesty's presence and have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

The knights behind them dismounted and knelt on the ground, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

“It’s alright, Duke Lukan. I know this was an unintentional mistake and nothing serious.” Anan smiled and helped Duke Lukan up.

Duke Lukan breathed a sigh of relief. He had never met the new king and knew nothing about his personality. If the king was really that petty, he would be in trouble.

"I have already instructed my servants to prepare a banquet. I would like to invite Your Majesty to come into the city for a chat."

Arnan readily accepted the Duke of Lucan's invitation and they entered Lucanmons together.

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"Could it be that he intends to...?"

A rare look of panic crossed the old man's face. He turned and shouted, "Quickly! Send someone to Lucanmons! Tell the Duke of Lucan that whatever the new king wants him to do, he must not agree!"

The subordinate was startled by the old man's reaction. He had never seen this man show such an expression before, and for a moment he forgot his duty, subconsciously asking, "What does that new king want to do?"

"That guy..."

The old man's gray-brown pupils flashed with madness, and his cold words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"He intends to... attack the Kingdom of Ghana!"

Chapter Eighteen: What is the significance of inheriting the throne?

Lucammons, the city lord's mansion.

The spacious and luxurious inner hall was illuminated as brightly as day by magic lights hanging from the ceiling. Elegant dancers swayed their slender waists and danced sensually to the seductive music.

Yanan sat high in the head seat, clinking glasses and chatting with the Duke of Lucan beside him. The two laughed frequently, and the atmosphere was as harmonious as that of long-lost friends.

Artoria sat in her seat, feeling slightly uneasy. She had never participated in such a large banquet before and felt out of place in the atmosphere.

"Al, try this cake, it's delicious." Guinevere happily shared the pastry in her hand with Artoria.

“Thank you, Guinevere.” Artoria took the pastry, glancing up at Anaen with a hint of envy in her eyes.

It seems that no matter the environment, the teacher can always handle things with such ease.

Compared to others, am I being too immature?

She felt slightly ashamed.

He shook his head, putting those thoughts behind him, and began to savor the cake in his hand.

To relieve her tension, she decided to distract herself with the delicious food in front of her.

Anyway, with the teacher here, nothing serious will happen.

Lancelot stared intently at the dancers in the center of the arena, their clothes revealing large expanses of fair, smooth skin through thin veils.

"So? Isn't the outside world much more interesting than Avalon?" Merlin said with a smile.

Lancelot nodded: "Indeed."

The two looked at each other, clinked glasses, and exchanged knowing smiles.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, thanks to his excellent conversational skills, Anan and Duke Lukan gradually grew closer and were no longer as distant as before.

This put Duke Lukan's mind at ease; it seemed the new king was a fairly easy person to get along with.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he asked casually:

"By the way, Your Majesty, shouldn't you be heading to Camelot to receive your investiture ceremony? Why are you in Lucammons?"

"Finally, you've asked this question..." Yanan smiled slightly and raised his wine glass.

The Duke of Lukan wisely raised his wine glass, the two clinked glasses, and then downed their drinks in one gulp.

"Duke Lukan, why do you think I'm here?" Anaen looked at Lukan with a half-smile, his thumb tracing the pattern on the cup.

Duke Lukan pondered for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Forgive my ignorance, Your Majesty, but please enlighten me."

Yanan stared at Lucan for a while, then handed his wine glass aside.

The maid carrying the wine bottle obediently stepped forward and filled the glass.

“Duke Lukan, we are all intelligent men. There’s no point in playing these cryptic games. Why don’t we be more honest with each other?”

Lukan lowered his eyes slightly: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I really don't understand what you mean."

Yanan smiled, tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, saying, "In that case, let me be the one to break through this barrier first."

"Duke Lukan, whose side are you really on?"

Lukan's pupils suddenly contracted.

call--

A gust of wind suddenly flew in through the window, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

The performance continued, the music remained beautiful, and the dance remained sensual, but Yanan seemed neither to hear nor see it, simply watching Duke Lukan with a smile.

After a long while, Duke Lukan raised his head and said, "When my father was alive, he set a family motto for the Lukan family, which was also the last thing he said to me before he died."

"I'm all ears," Yanan said with a smile.

Duke Lukan took a deep breath, looked intently at Anan, and said, word by word:

"The Lucan family must remain loyal to the King of Camelot for generations to come!"

"Whoever is the king, we will be loyal to him!"

Yanan gazed silently at Duke Lukan, his dark eyes holding a deep, unfathomable depth.

The other party's meaning is actually quite easy to understand.

Who is the king, and to whom should one be loyal?

Whoever sits on the throne, the Lukan family will pledge their loyalty to him.

In other words, as long as he can pass the coronation ceremony and become a king recognized by all, Lukan will stand by his side.

But now he has only pulled the sword from the stone, thus qualifying to be a king, but he is not yet a true king.

Therefore, Lukan cannot stand on his side.

But it is precisely because he has the qualifications to become king that Lucan will not be his enemy. Just like when Anaun made his move, he immediately brought people to greet him. After recognizing his identity, he knelt down to Anaun without hesitation to apologize. These are all manifestations of his attitude.

He acknowledged King Anahn's qualifications, but not his identity.

Unless Anahn can successfully pass the coronation ceremony and truly become the new king recognized by all.

"So," he opened his mouth, "this is your choice?"

The Duke of Lukan nodded seriously.

“As expected of the renowned Lukan family.” A smile appeared on Yanan’s lips as he raised his wine glass to Lukan. “Duke Lukan, this glass is a toast to you.”

He tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Duke Lukan paused slightly, then asked, "Your Majesty, are you... not angry?"

“Angry? Why should I be angry?” Anan’s smile remained unchanged. “A knight once told me that the king of Camelot has always been the one with the most power, and I think he makes a lot of sense. The tradition of Britain is that whoever has the strongest fist has the final say. What can this sword prove? If someone were to grovel before me because of this sword, I might even look down on him.”

A slight, disdainful smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I can tell Duke Lukan the truth, I really don't think much of this inherited throne."

The maid next to her trembled and almost dropped the wine bottle on the ground.

Duke Lukan was also taken aback by what Yanan had said.