In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Back then, Uther did indeed prepare two successors. One was Artoria, whom I took away, and the other was Arthur, who is standing in front of you now,” Merlin said leisurely.

One minister hesitated and said, "But His Majesty told us that there was only one heir..."

"Even rabbits know to prepare three burrows when fleeing for their lives. With the profound wisdom of our late king, how could he not make multiple preparations for such a matter of national survival?" Merlin said calmly. "Otherwise, what if there were a traitor among you? Wouldn't that be very troublesome?"

The ministers were immediately indignant upon hearing this, but then, thinking of Hubert, their anger turned into frustration.

One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. Because of one Hubert, these ministers are now in a terrible predicament.

Besides, now that Hubbard has gone mad, there's no way for them to prove their innocence.

Wait a minute, I remember there were a few guys causing trouble with Hyperion just now?

The ministers' eyes immediately focused on the anti-royalists. Weren't these guys the perfect indemnity?

The anti-royalists turned pale instantly. With their experience, how could they not see the meaning in the eyes of these old foxes?

Count Hugh's face turned deathly pale. He realized with absolute certainty that he was unlikely to ever leave Camelot.

"But the late King's hair and eyes were clearly golden, so why are Lord Arthur's hair and eyes black?" another nobleman asked.

"Hmm~ Good question. As for why..." Merlin's eyes darted around, "It's because of his mother, of course!"

"Ok??"

A hint of doubt appeared in everyone's eyes. Wasn't Princess Iglesias King Arthur's mother?

“As everyone knows, Uther only had one wife, Iglene, but Arthur’s mother was not her.” Merlin shrugged. “If you don’t understand, you can recall the story of the sun god Rugo.”

Upon hearing Merlin's words, many people's eyes immediately showed a look of realization.

Legend has it that the chieftain of the deep-sea giants, the evil-eyed demon king Balor, was prophesied by a druid to die at the hands of his own descendants. To avert this doom, Balor imprisoned his daughter Enya in a crystal tower. As a result, a god of the Danu tribe, Saan, with the help of a female druid, entered the crystal tower, slept with Enya, and had three children.

When Barol discovered this, he was furious. He threw the three children into the sea to drown them, but his servants secretly carried them out. However, one of the children fell out without his noticing. This child was found by the craftsman god Herpo, who later became the new leader of the Danu tribe after the war god Nuada, and the sun god Rugo.

Merlin's meaning is clear: Arthur's mother, like the god Saan of Danu, was merely a tool chosen simply to bring Arthur into the world.

"Well...where is this Highness now? On such an important day, shouldn't we at least invite her as well?" a minister said.

“Alas, I also wish I could do that, but the king’s mother left this world long ago, and even the king himself never saw her face.” Merlin sighed sadly. “Perhaps this is the fate of the chosen king; kings are destined to be lonely. But I believe that the spirit of that prince will always be by the king’s side, providing him with protection.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, their faces grave.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became much more oppressive.

Morgan's eyes were filled with heartache.

Although her mother died young, at least she still retained some memories of her mother. Her younger brother, Anan, on the other hand, had never seen his mother since birth.

Thinking of this, her heart was filled with heartache.

Artoria's expression was complex. Although she had never met her mother, over the years she had been accompanied by Kay, Merlin, Sir Hector, and the residents of Tyrell, while her brother, Anan, had remained alone in that dark and desolate world of death.

Thinking about this made her feel even heavier.

Lost in their own emotions, the group failed to notice that Lord Arthur, whom they considered utterly pitiful, was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

"I swear, once I'm free, I'll burn all of this nightmare's hair off," Nidhogg whispered in Anan's mind.

Without hesitation, Yanan replied, "I'll help you."

"Ahem, that's pretty much what happened." Noticing Anahn's gaze, Merlin shuddered and quickly changed the subject. "Now that the troublemakers have been eliminated, shouldn't the coronation ceremony continue?"

Everyone suddenly realized that the investiture ceremony was not over yet!

"Ahem." Yanan coughed twice, looked at King Dehebas and King Gwent in the center of the arena, and said indifferently, "Thank you both for this great gift to Camelot today. If you two intend to stay and watch the ceremony, your seats are still reserved for you."

Although Yanan spoke politely on the surface, the sarcasm in his words was unmistakable.

We kindly invited you to the ceremony and even reserved such good seats for you, and you actually tried to betray us? How despicable!

Noticing the gazes of the crowd, King Dehebas and King Gwent blushed slightly, but said nonchalantly, "We appreciate King Arthur's kindness, but it's getting late, and tomorrow is Savin's Day. There are still many matters in the country that need our attention, so we won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, the two turned and walked out, but as soon as they reached the door, two knights crossed their lances and blocked their way.

King Dehebas and King Gwent's expressions immediately darkened. They turned to look at Anan: "Arthur, what do you mean by this? Do you intend to start a war between our two countries?"

“How could that be? Camelot is a very peace-loving country,” Yanan smiled slightly. “Don’t you two feel like you’ve taken something extra?”

Count Hughes trembled, and the two kings' eyes widened instantly: "You!...!"

"As allies of the alliance of nations, I still hope that we can coexist peacefully. After all, we all have a common enemy. It would be too ugly to tear each other apart over a trivial matter. What do you two think?" Anaen said leisurely.

King Dehebas's face darkened: "This is the reward I deserve!"

"All I know is that whatever belongs to Camelot, even a blade of grass, no one else can take it away," Yanan said calmly.

King Dehebas wanted to say something more, but King Gwent stopped him and whispered, "Don't be impulsive, look outside."

King Dehebas turned to look outside the palace, where the eyes of more than three hundred knights were all fixed on him.

King Dehebas was so frightened that he took a step back, his face turning several shades paler.

“This is not our home turf, and the situation is very unfavorable for us. We can discuss this further when we get back,” King Gwent said.

King Dehebas nodded with a grim expression.

King Gwent sighed, turned to look at Anan, and sneered, "Your Excellency truly lives up to your title as the Chosen King. Such methods are indeed admirable. I hope we will have many more opportunities in the future."

After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and turned to walk outside.

This time, the guards did not stop him.

"I will remember what happened today." King Dehebas sneered, took out a piece of paper from his robes, threw it on the ground, and turned to leave.

Everyone stared curiously at the two pieces of paper, wondering what they were that had caused these three kings to be so tense.

The servant picked up the paper and handed it to Anahn, but Anahn did not take it. Instead, he said, "Let Lord Feuerius take a look."

"For me?" Feuerius was taken aback for a moment, but then took it.

Seeing this, Count Hugen's eyes were filled with utter despair.

After glancing at the contents of the two sheets of paper, Feuerius's hand suddenly trembled, and his face turned ashen.

These two pieces of paper record the agreement reached between the Hughgen family and King Gwent and King Dehebas. The agreement stipulates that as long as the two kings agree to provide support to Hughgen in the coronation ceremony, the Hughgen family will voluntarily annex its territory into the Kingdom of Gwent and provide the Kingdom of Dehebas with a huge amount of wealth!

This is blatant treason!

Feuerius never expected that Hubergen would be so crazy as to commit such a treasonous act in order to win over King Dehebas and King Gwent!

Moreover, given his understanding of the Hughes family, it was simply impossible for them to come up with such a large sum of money as recorded in the agreement!

But Huber himself happened to be the minister in charge of finances...

In an instant, Feuerius finally understood why Hypergen had gone to such great lengths to prevent the new king from ascending the throne.

"I presume Lord Feuerius understands what to do next?" Anahn said calmly.

Feuerius took a deep breath, solemnly placed the two agreements into his robes, and nodded: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will never let you down."

Actually, when he saw Huberan go crazy, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the Hugen family. He even considered whether he should swallow his pride and ask Yanan to preserve a little bit of the Hugen family's power. But after seeing these things, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Such a filthy family has no reason to remain on this land!

Anan smiled slightly and looked at the Minister of Etiquette beside him: "Continue."

"Yes."

The Minister of Ceremonies nodded, stepped forward, and was about to speak when he suddenly stopped, glancing warily around to make sure no one interrupted him. Then, satisfied, he nodded and announced in a clear voice:

"Award the crown!"

The attendant, carrying a tray, walked step by step to the throne, then knelt on both knees and raised the tray high in his hands.

Artoria, Kay, Bedivere, Lanmarok, Feuerius, Morgan, Duke Marco... everyone left their seats and knelt on one knee.

Merlin stood beside Anahn and said loudly:

"From this day forward, this land will welcome a new master, a king who transcends life and death, bears the name of the chosen one, and shoulders ideals and hopes—Arthur!"

Anan took the crown and placed it on his head; the jewels adorning it emitted a hazy, star-like glow.

He sat high on his throne, his resounding voice echoing throughout Camelot:

"I am—King Arthur!"

Chapter One: The Wisdom of the King

That night, the once glorious and dazzling city of chalk was plunged into darkness. Every household extinguished their candles and lamps, and people dressed in strange clothes and ghost masks strolled through the streets to drive away any evil spirits or ghosts.

The palace, which used to be brightly lit, is now completely dark, but that's only from the outsider's perspective. If you step through that gate, you'll find that it's still brightly lit inside.

In the spacious council chamber, Morgan le Fay, Artoria, Kay, Bedivere, Lancelot, and others sat quietly around the round table.

"I'm sorry I'm late. The cleanup work is a bit more complicated than I expected. I've kept you waiting."

The doors to the council chamber were pushed open, and Anahn, dressed in a suit of pale silver armor and wearing a crown of stars, walked in.

Everyone quickly rose and bowed to Anan: "Your Majesty."

"Alright, this isn't a formal occasion, everyone relax and don't be so reserved." Yanan smiled and looked towards the door. "Please come in, gentlemen."

A moment later, Feuerius, with a complicated expression, and Cantreber, dressed in priestly robes, entered together.

Morgan's face instantly darkened: "Why are they here at this meeting?"

She still cannot forget Cantreber's heinous act of desecrating her father's corpse, something that would be absolutely intolerable for any child.

And then there's Feuerius, who was clearly her father's most trusted minister, yet he chose to protect Cantreber at that time, even going so far as to use Camelot's power to stop her.

If Yanan hadn't been standing there, she would have torn those two to pieces long ago!

"Don't be so impulsive, sister. I told you, I will give you a satisfactory answer," Yanan said helplessly.

Morgan le Fay was startled, and obvious panic appeared on her delicate face: "You... what did you just call me?"

“Sister,” Yanan blinked innocently, “didn’t I already prove my identity at the coronation ceremony? Or is it that you don’t actually want to acknowledge me as your brother?”

"No...no...I...that...this..." Morgan was at a loss, her eyes completely swirling in circles, her fair face flushed with a breathtaking rosy blush, and it seemed as if steam was rising from her head.

The crowd's gazes turned somewhat strange. It was just a simple "sister," yet Morgan's reaction seemed excessive.

Realizing his lapse in composure, Morgan quickly used magic to calm himself down, coughed lightly as if nothing had happened, and hurriedly changed the subject:

"So, everything you said at the investiture ceremony was true?"