In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

A sudden, inexplicable fear welled up inside the little girl: "Daddy, where are you going?"

"I'm going to a very, very far place, and maybe I'll never come back." The man turned his head, ran his fingers through the stray hairs on his daughter's forehead, and a complex expression appeared in his eyes.

"No! I won't let you go!" The little girl clung tightly to the man's arm, as if afraid he would suddenly disappear.

The man smiled gently and stroked his daughter's head: "From now on, you must be a good girl and listen to your mother."

"I don't want to, I don't want to..." The little girl kept shaking her head, her eyes blurry with tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Don't cry, I love you, Lyosha." The man gently wiped away the girl's tears. "Daddy will become a star and watch over you forever. If you miss Daddy in the future, close your eyes at night, silently count to three, then open your eyes and look up. That way, you can see Daddy."

"Really?" Alyosha asked, tears streaming down her face.

"Of course, I told you, I've never lied to you." The man smiled, hugged his daughter, and pointed to the starry sky. "If you don't believe me, let's try it."

"Elyosha, close your eyes and listen to me count to three before you open them."

Alyosha closed her eyes tightly, and heard the man's gentle voice in her ear:

"three.......

"two.......

"one."

Chapter Sixty-One: The Three-Year Term

"I love Lyosha! I love Lyosha!"

A woman rushed frantically out of the crowd, and the surrounding guards instinctively tried to stop her, but a calm voice rang in their ears:

"It's alright, let her come over."

The woman rushed to Yanan, knelt on the ground, and pleaded, "I am so sorry. I know my daughter did something wrong. I am willing to accept any punishment, but please forgive her."

"Don't be nervous, madam. Your daughter is very sensible, and I like her very much."

Yanan handed the little girl back to the woman, who quickly took her and found her daughter fast asleep with a sweet smile on her face.

Yanan mounted his horse, glanced at the crowds lining both sides of the street, then looked at the endless stream of people ahead, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice:

"My people of Camelot, I am Arthur, the chosen king who, by destiny, pulled the sword from the stone, the destined ruler of Britain."

Magic propelled his voice to spread far and wide, and the noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

"Many of you have never seen me before, yet you have spontaneously gathered here to welcome my arrival. I am deeply moved and delighted by this."

"Camelot is not just a city, a country, but also a faith and a belief. It is because of our shared vision that we have come together here."

"More than a decade ago, the betrayal of the King of the Low Kingdom dealt Camelot an unprecedented blow. We built a defensive line with the blood and flesh of countless soldiers to keep the invaders out of the country. Even today, people are still carrying the burden for this country."

"Among them, some were fathers, and some were fathers' children. They gave up the warmth of their homes and faced the harsh cold of frost and snow alone. It was with their lives that they won fifteen years of peace for this country."

"We were powerless to change things before, so we could only accept them, but now, everything is different."

With a whoosh, Yanan drew the sword from the stone at his waist. The golden blade gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, and he proclaimed in a clear voice:

"I swear in the name of Arthur that within three years I will lead my army to conquer the North and vanquish the White Dragon! I will use the blood of my humble king to commemorate the fallen souls of Camelot!"

After Yanan finished speaking, the crowd fell silent for a moment, and then...

They've completely gone mad!!

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Due to a minor incident, Yanan and his party arrived at the palace much later than scheduled. The planned speeches had to be cancelled. After a brief greeting, the nobles took their leave, boarded the carriages prepared by the steward, and headed to their respective residences.

Today's events have given these nobles a completely new understanding of the new king's abilities. Now, they need to think carefully about how to deal with him.

"Teacher, is what you just said true?" Artoria couldn't help but ask.

"You mean we'll launch a counterattack on the Northern Territory within three years?" Yanan asked calmly, looking down at the carriages heading in different directions through the huge French windows.

Artoria nodded, a hint of hesitation on her face: "I think Camelot's current strength is not enough to launch a counterattack against the North. Teacher, aren't you being a little... hasty?"

“I don’t want to say this either, but unfortunately, time isn’t on our side.” Yanan turned around, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"If we can't defeat Vortigern within three years, we might be the ones who lose in the end."

"Why is this happening!?" Artoria stared in surprise, and Kai, Bedivere, and the others beside her also showed expressions of astonishment.

"Do you remember what I told you about the resurgence of the gods?" Anann's tone was calm. "Now I'm almost certain that the person pulling the strings behind all this is Vortigern!"

boom!

Such a bombshell exploded in everyone's hearts like a bomb, and a look of intense horror appeared in their eyes.

The mastermind behind the resurgence of the gods is none other than Vortigern!?

“For the past fifteen years, Vortigern has remained hidden in the North, secretly plotting the revival of the Age of Gods. So even when faced with such a crucial opportunity as King Uther's death, he remained unmoved.” Anan gazed into the distance, his dark eyes fixed on the chalk city that would never fall. “Now, with the appearance of the Age of Gods’ Fantasy Species and the King of the Age of Gods, it proves that he is not far from success. If he continues on this path, the end of Camelot will truly come.”

"This..." Artoria and the others looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

“I said back in Lucammons that we don’t have much time left, so from now on, you all need to be prepared at all times.” Yanan’s gaze swept over everyone. “War could break out at any time when we least expect it.”

"The Knights are ready to be deployed at your command," Lanmarok said in a deep voice.

“Your will is my mission.” Bedivere bent down and pressed the silver arm against his chest.

“Teacher, I will never let you down,” Kai said firmly, a noble golden light flashing in his eyes.

"I will always follow you, in the name of a knight," Artoria said earnestly.

Lancelot hesitated for a moment, then said, "If you need it, I will also contribute my share."

"Hmm, what a nice scene. It suddenly feels like I've gone back in time," Merlin said with a smile, stroking his chin.

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Yanan nodded in satisfaction, a smile appearing in his eyes.

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After discussions among the ministers, the date for the investiture ceremony was finally set for October 31.

This day is Samhain, a festival in Celtic tradition, marking the beginning of the new year and symbolizing the end of summer and the arrival of harsh winter.

Samhain is the precursor to modern Halloween. People believed that the spirits of the deceased would return to their former homes on this day to seek life in the living in order to be reborn. Therefore, they would extinguish their hearth fires and candles on this day so that the spirits of the dead could not find them. They would also dress up as monsters and ghosts to scare away the spirits of the dead. After this day, the new year would begin.

In a sense, this is similar to the ancient Chinese practice of setting off firecrackers to drive away the mythical beast Nian during the Lunar New Year.

On this day, the nobles of Camelot suddenly received an invitation with a double lion motif that they were very familiar with.

In the entire Camelot region, only one person is qualified to use this pattern.

So they immediately looked down to the bottom and saw a line of neat handwriting—

Morgan Lefebvre Pendragon.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Morgan's Party 2/62

Inside the palace, Artoria and the others gathered together, their eyes fixed on the invitation card with a double lion design on the table.

"Morgan actually invited Your Majesty to a party?" Bedivere frowned deeply. "What does she mean by this?"

"What else could it mean? That crazy woman is clearly planning to take this opportunity to make trouble for the teacher!" Kai sneered.

“I don’t think it’s that bad. After all, we’ve taken care of her sister for so long. With Guinevere around, Morgan shouldn’t do anything too outrageous,” Artoria said hesitantly.

—Regarding Guinevere's sudden disappearance, Yanan has explained to them that she was taken away by Morgan.

"She's been missing for over two months and you haven't cared about her at all. Do you really think Guinevere holds any place in Morgan's heart?" Kay crossed his arms and sneered. "I told you long ago, Morgan is a cold-blooded, vicious woman, a madwoman who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. In my opinion, she might have actually tampered with the banquet, like a poisoned apple or a magic trap that could blow up a house."

“What you’re saying is a bit of an exaggeration, Kay.” Bedivere wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. “Morgan didn’t just invite Wang this time. If something happens at such an important banquet, Morgan himself will have a hard time getting away unscathed. Besides, Camelot has a binding rune, so all kinds of lethal magic are ineffective here.”

“That’s right! I can testify, because I’m the one who laid this rune!” Merlin appeared out of nowhere, his face full of pride.

Kai curled his lip: "Anyway, I don't believe Morgan would have any good intentions."

“In that case, how about you come with me this time, Kai?” Yanan said with a smile.

"Of course, no problem! Rest assured, no matter what happens, I will protect your safety." Kay agreed without hesitation. After gaining the approval of the Golden Sword Krauss, even without Merlin's assistance, he was no longer afraid of Morgan.

"Your Majesty, are you really planning to attend Morgan le Fay's banquet?" Lanmarok frowned slightly, clearly also believing that Morgan's visit this time was ill-intentioned.

“There wasn’t enough time before to get to know those nobles, but now that such a great opportunity has come knocking, how can I easily give it up?” A hint of a smile appeared in Yanan’s eyes. “Besides, who knows, there might be some unexpected surprises at this banquet?”

surprise?

Everyone looked at each other, full of questions.

"Oh, right, there's something I need to remind you of beforehand." Merlin's lips slowly curled into a malicious smile, "At parties like this, the groom is required to bring a female companion."

After a moment of silence, everyone turned to look at the only woman present.

Artoria: "Huh?"

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As night fell, Kai waited outside the palace in his luxurious carriage.

This task should have been left to the stable boy, but Kay was worried that Morgan might do something underhanded, so he volunteered to take on the responsibility.

Not long after, Anaen led Artoria out of the palace.

Yanan was still wearing the same pale silver armor, with a white cloak trimmed with gold silk hanging behind him. He was tall and slender, handsome, and had an extraordinary bearing. In particular, his deep black eyes were filled with an indescribable attraction that seemed like a black hole.

Compared to his composed demeanor, Artoria beside him appeared much more reserved.

Artoria shed her usual pure white lily-like dress and donned a bright sky-blue gown, paired with matching high heels. Her radiant blonde hair was tied back with a butterfly knot, and her hands were covered in black lace gloves. Notably, only one side of the gown was longer, exposing Artoria's two slender, fair legs, which gave her a maturity and sexiness that went beyond her appearance.

"T-Teacher, am I really okay dressed like this?" Artoria's voice trembled. Even when she faced the trial of the Holy Sword in Avalon, she had never been this nervous.

“Don’t be so reserved, Lily,” Yanan said with a smile, comforting the girl. “Now that you are free from the burden of being a king, show your charm like a normal woman. That’s what you should do next.”

“Charm…charm?” Artoria stammered, her fair face instantly turning bright red.

From childhood to adulthood, no one has ever used this word to describe her.

"But...but...can I really...do it?"