In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Many nobles frowned, carefully recalling the intelligence they had gathered over the past period, and suddenly noticed a small detail.

When the new king left Taylorbil, he was accompanied by only three people: Merlin, Sir Hector's son Kay, and his adopted daughter Artoria.

But when he arrived in Lucammons, a mysterious woman named Guinevere suddenly appeared by his side.

Could it be...?

“Guinevere, is that Morgan le Fay?” Artoria murmured to herself.

"Here, I have something very important to announce to everyone." Morgan looked around at everyone, "Arthur is actually my younger brother!"

boom!

If everyone was only slightly surprised to hear about Morgan's contact with Arthur before, then Morgan's words at this moment were like a bombshell, completely stunning everyone!

Arthur is Morgan's younger brother?!

“If you all remember, there was a rumor circulating in the court back then,” Morgan said calmly. “The rumor was that my father actually had another child who was unknown to anyone. Before he passed away, he entrusted this child to Merlin, instructing him to raise him well and let him return to inherit the throne when he came of age.”

"Now I can tell you that this rumor is indeed true. My father does have another child, and that is Arthur, who is standing next to me now!"

boom!

Another thunderclap exploded, and everyone was completely surprised to find that the rumor from fifteen years ago was actually true!

The nobles who had been surrounding Yanan were initially stunned by the news, but then their faces lit up with ecstatic joy.

If Arthur is indeed Uther's son, then he can rightfully inherit the throne. Coupled with the immense prestige he has accumulated over this period, even Feuerius would have no reason to stop him!

"So this is the 'surprise' he was talking about before?" Duke Markle shook his head and gave a wry smile.

The remaining nobles who were still observing no longer hesitated and immediately decided to join Yanan's camp.

As for those nobles who had sent assassins to kill the new king, they were now as if they had been doused with a large vat of cold water in the freezing cold, their hands and feet were ice-cold, and their whole bodies were chilled.

In the corner, Count Hugh's legs trembled, his whole body shook like a leaf, his face was ashen, and the sweat seeping from his back soaked a large patch of his dress underneath.

"That's impossible! He can't possibly be Uther's son. He doesn't resemble Uther at all, not even in his eyes or hair color!"

But he knew very well that even if he said it, not many people would believe him.

Even Her Highness the Princess personally acknowledged it, so what is a mere earl like him?

"That bitch Morgan is definitely having an affair with that pretty boy, that's why she's speaking up for him like this!" Count Hughgen gritted his teeth. "No, I have to go and discuss this with Hurrian right away. Our only hope now rests on that old bastard, Feuerius."

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Morgan nodded in satisfaction, took the glass of red wine handed to him by a servant, and raised it to the distance:

“My brother, Arthur Pendragon, has noble royal blood flowing through his veins. From birth, he was destined to become the King of Camelot. His courage, his wisdom, and his strength all prove that he is fully capable of shouldering the responsibilities of a king!”

"Gentlemen, let us raise a toast to the birth of a new king!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Undercurrents

The royal study was brightly lit, banishing the deep darkness of night.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed from afar:

"What did you say!"

Kai stared wide-eyed at Artoria in disbelief: "Guinevere, she's actually Morgan le Fay?! Lily, are you sure you're not lying to me?"

Artoria frowned slightly: "Brother, honesty is an essential virtue for a knight. I have never told a lie."

Kai frantically tore his hair into a mess: "But this is just too much..."

He simply couldn't believe that the usually timid and weak Guinevere could actually be the legendary ruthless and vicious witch Morgan le Fay!

The difference between these two is just too great!

But what if that were true...?

Recalling what he had said to Guinevere, Kay suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle!

Not only Kai, but Bedwell, who rushed over upon hearing the news, also looked incredulous. Even the usually composed Lanmarok had obvious astonishment in his eyes.

—Only Lancelot stood innocently to one side, after all, he was the only one here who didn't recognize Morgan le Fay.

"So, Morgan le Fay revealed his identity as Guinevere at tonight's banquet, and publicly acknowledged that Your Majesty is her younger brother?" Bedivere pondered for a moment before speaking.

“That’s right.” Yanan, sitting in the high-backed chair, nodded with a smile.

Upon hearing Yanan's admission, Kai's face immediately stiffened.

Bedivere gave a wry smile and put his hand to his forehead: "I apologize, Your Majesty, but please explain this to us yourself. We are all completely confused right now."

Everyone except Lancelot nodded in unison, their eyes fixed intently on Anahn.

“It’s not that complicated.” Yanan interlaced his fingers and placed them in front of his abdomen, smiling. “Guinevere is indeed Morgan le Fay. She followed me mainly to observe whether I was qualified to become king. Fortunately, the events of this period of time have earned her recognition, so she confessed her identity to me.”

Yanan did not reveal the matter of her dual personality; it was Morgan le Fay's biggest secret, and if it were to be leaked, it would definitely cause her a great deal of trouble.

“As you all know, the biggest obstacle to my succession to the throne is my identity. In order to fill this only flaw, Morgan and I discussed it and planned this party tonight.” Yanan said with a smile. “In this regard, no one is more authoritative than King Uther’s daughter, Princess Camelot. As long as she acknowledges that I am Uther’s child, no one in this country will dare to oppose me.”

“No wonder you accepted the invitation without hesitation.” Bedwell gave a wry smile and sighed, “I originally thought that you and Morgan had made some kind of deal, which is why she agreed to help you.”

Yanan's expression stiffened slightly, and he coughed nonchalantly.

"So, the story of King Uther's child was also a fabrication?" Lanmarok asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Kai rolled his eyes and pointed to the portrait of King Uther on the wall. “Look, the teacher and King Uther don’t look alike at all. How could they be father and son?”

Artoria lowered her head slightly. For some reason, when she heard Kai say those words, besides feeling lost, she seemed to feel a little... joy?

“If even Morgan is on Your Majesty’s side, then the obstacle to your succession to the throne will be completely removed,” Bedivere said excitedly.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Yanan tapped the armrest lightly, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. “In the most desperate moments, some people may choose to remain silent, but others may choose to go all in.”

He looked at Lanmarok: "Send someone secretly to the Holy Church tomorrow to see the Archbishop of Cantreber and say—"

"We can start closing the net now."

......

......

Feuerius stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the towering palace in the city center in the distance, a deep sense of bewilderment appearing in his grey-brown eyes.

He still can't forget the feeling he had when he saw the new king walking towards him at the city gate that day.

That familiar feeling, as if it were etched into the depths of my soul.

"It's so similar." He repeated this phrase for what felt like the umpteenth time.

He was the person who had followed King Uther the longest in Camelot and the person who knew the former king the most. He was certain that what he felt at that time was not a misperception!

That new king is definitely related to King Uther!

"But wasn't the girl His Majesty entrusted to Merlin to take away the one named Artoria? So where did this Anahn come from?" He frowned deeply, completely baffled.

dong dong——

A knock suddenly sounded at the door, and a maid entered, bowing slightly as she said:

"My lord, Sir Humberton, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, has come to pay his respects."

“Huberan? That greedy weasel? What’s he doing here?” Feuerius frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, “Bring him to the study.”

"Yes."

Ten minutes later, a nobleman who looked to be around fifty years old arrived at Feuerius's study, guided by a servant.

The man was dressed in a sharp suit, was thin, with long, narrow eyebrows and a pointed chin. His small eyes revealed a hint of cunning, making him look like a shifty-eyed weasel.

He was Hubert, the treasurer of Camelot and the younger brother of Count Hugh.

"It's been a long time, Lord Feuerius. I heard that you've been preparing for the coronation ceremony these past few days, staying home for several days straight. You must be exhausted."

Huberian immediately displayed great enthusiasm, stepping forward to shake hands with Feuerius, but the latter showed no appreciation, keeping his hands behind his back and saying indifferently:

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hubert An, I have many things to arrange here and no time for idle chatter. Please just tell me what you need.”

Huberian's outstretched hand froze awkwardly in mid-air, a barely perceptible shadow flashing in his gray eyes. Then, as if nothing had happened, he withdrew his hand and smiled nonchalantly, "Sir Feuerius is still the same as before, always putting official business first."

“I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do,” Feuerius said calmly.

“Who isn’t like that?” Huberian smiled. “His Majesty entrusted this country to us before he passed away. All these years, we have been working hard to maintain this country, just so that we can hand it over to the designated heir intact.”

"But now, a tyrannical bandit has broken in, wanting to seize this country that we have poured our hearts and souls into and that our late king had so many hopes for."

"Lord Feuerius, can you really just stand by and watch this happen?"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Oriole Awaits

After listening to Hyperion's words, Feuerius remained calm and composed.

He's long past that impulsive age. If his emotions could be stirred up with just a few words, he wouldn't have been in this position for so long.

“I know what to do.” Feuerius walked past Hyperion toward the study door. “Excuse me, Lord Hyperion, I have other matters to attend to, so I won’t see you out.”

"Morgan Lefève has betrayed us."

Feuerius paused slightly, turned around, and frowned: "What did you say?"

“Last night, Morgan hosted a banquet.” Huber turned around, his face clearly showing resentment. “He actually fabricated a lie in front of all the great nobles of Camelot, saying that the new king was the child that King Uther entrusted to Merlin to secretly raise!”

Feuerius's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinholes!

“Ferius, you and I both know very well that the person His Majesty entrusted Merlin with training was that little girl named Artoria, the female knight who is now by the new king’s side.” Hyperion’s tone was heavy. “It’s obvious that he must have used some kind of bewitching method to seize the throne from Artoria, and now even Morgan has fallen for it. In order to help him sit on the throne, he didn’t hesitate to tarnish the name of the late king. I absolutely cannot accept this!”

"For the past fifteen years, we have worked diligently to maintain this country, pulling it back from the brink of collapse bit by bit, allowing people to enjoy hard-won peace. But look at what that new king did! He destroyed a country without any of our knowledge, and then declared in front of everyone in Camelot that he would launch a counterattack against the North within three years, instantly wiping out all our efforts of the past fifteen years!"

"It's pitiful that those naive people actually thought he was a chosen king who could bring them hope. Little did they know that he was nothing more than a warmongering tyrant! His purpose in seizing the throne was to use the country to satisfy his thirst for war and bloodshed!"

"His Majesty created Camelot so that the country could bear the hopes of the people and provide a safe haven for those living on this land, not so that it could become a means for some to seek profit and a plaything for them to squander their desires!"

“Ferius, we can’t stand by and watch any longer. If that new king really ascends the throne, Camelot will inevitably slide step by step into the abyss. When that happens, the land will be shattered and the country will cease to exist. How will we then have the face to see His Majesty?”

Hyperion's impassioned words startled Feuerius, who remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"So, what exactly are you thinking?"

“I intend to reveal the truth about the king selection ceremony during the coronation ceremony!” Huberian said without hesitation.

"Are you insane?!" Feuerius strode forward, his grey-brown eyes flashing with lion-like rage. "Do you even know that once the truth about the royal selection ceremony is revealed, the commoners and nobles will discover that this was all a pre-planned hoax? The royal family's credibility will plummet, the people's morale will inevitably crash, the nobles will become dissatisfied with us, and more importantly, His Majesty's reputation will certainly be affected!"