In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Some of it is true, and some of it is false,” Yanan sighed. “I know you have many questions. I will now tell you the whole story.”

After Feuerius and Cantreber were seated, Yanan began to recount the truth of the matter.

Since everyone present was someone he trusted, he basically kept nothing from them except about the system and the Divine Key.

As he recounted his story, the astonishment in everyone's eyes grew even more pronounced.

The black dragon, created to fight the white dragon, died at birth. Later, by chance, it was resurrected in the world of the dead, but it took sixteen years before it was finally able to return to the mortal world...

No one expected that this king's background would be so tragic.

Moreover, all of this was actually planned by King Uther and the Great Sage.

boom!

The instant Yanan finished speaking, Morgan slammed his hand on the table, his pale gold eyes flashing with barely suppressed rage, and he spat out two words through clenched teeth in an icy tone:

Merlin!

The thought that Yanan's tragic experiences were all thanks to this nightmare made Morgan wish he could throw the guy into the lab for dissection and research!

The group exchanged glances and nodded. No wonder Merlin hadn't come to the meeting today; if he had, the council chamber might have been destroyed.

Artoria lowered her head, clenched her fists, and her azure eyes flashed with an incredibly complex expression.

To her, both Yanan and Merlin were very important people, and it would be extremely distressing for her if the two of them became enemies.

“Merlin had no choice but to do this. After all, the pressure from the King was too great, and even he couldn’t do anything about it.” Anan coughed lightly. “I’ve already taken the price he owed. This matter is over now. I’m telling you this only to reveal the truth, not to encourage you to cause trouble for Merlin. Do you understand?”

"We will obey your will." The crowd bowed slightly, indicating their submission.

Artoria breathed a sigh of relief, while Morgan crossed his arms and gave a disgruntled snort.

"Why wait until now when these things could have been announced much earlier?"

Yanan laughed, “If I don’t do this, how can I catch all those parasites? Camelot has been without a king for fifteen years, and its internal affairs have become rotten to the core. If I were to catch them one by one, even if I had ten years, I might not be able to do it.”

Feuerius sighed deeply: "I have failed the late king's expectations."

Despite being entrusted with the important task of safeguarding the country, the Minister of the Interior was completely unaware of the Minister of Finance's embezzlement. He was even almost misled by the Minister and became an accomplice to evil. Thinking of these things, Feuerius felt extremely ashamed.

"So in order to wipe these guys out in one fell swoop, I deliberately concealed my identity, and then after the day of the King's Election, I found the Archbishop of Cantreber and asked him to help me complete today's performance," Yanan said with a smile.

Everyone was immediately shocked. Could it be that Cantreber's actions today were all orchestrated by Yanan?

"What exactly did you discuss with him?" Morgan asked, puzzled.

“I gave His Excellency a strand of my hair and told him that if anyone came to him asking for anything made of King Uther’s hair, he should give him this strand,” Anahn said.

Morgan's eyes widened immediately: "Could it be that the hair from earlier...?"

“That’s right, that’s the hair the King gave me three months ago.” Cantreber gave a wry smile. “At the time, I didn’t understand the King’s intention in doing that. It’s only after everything that happened today that I finally understand.”

Everyone was shocked. Did this mean that Wang had foreseen this scene three months ago?

They exchanged a glance, both seeing obvious shock in each other's eyes.

What a far-sighted vision and profound wisdom it takes to make such an amazing plan!

Feuerius was filled with shock. Even with his extensive experience, he had never seen anyone who could understand human nature so profoundly.

It's a shame that Hubergen and his group actually wanted to overthrow this king, little did they know that the other side had figured out their intentions from the very beginning.

Despite being so young, her grasp of people's hearts has reached such a terrifying level.

Is this what they call the "wisdom of the chosen king"?

Noticing the expressions on everyone's faces, Morgan's face was filled with obvious pride and self-satisfaction.

See? These are the fine sons of my Pendragon family!

But then a sense of dissatisfaction rose in her heart, and she looked at Yanan:

"Why didn't you discuss such an important matter with me beforehand? That way, I could have offered you some assistance."

“To fool others, you must first fool your own people. Not only you, but I didn’t tell anyone beforehand except for Feuerius,” Yanan said casually.

“I can attest to that as well.” Cantreber gave a wry smile. “Before the coronation ceremony, I truly did not know that the king was actually the son of the late king. When King Dehebas asked to verify the authenticity of this hair in my hand, I was genuinely taken aback.”

"Then why did Feuerius know in advance?!" Morgan exclaimed, exasperated. Even her own sister didn't know, so how could that old man know beforehand?

"Of course it's because Lord Felyus controls Camelot's array. If I don't reveal my identity to him, who knows what he might do during the coronation ceremony?" Yanan said helplessly, spreading his hands.

Feuerius sighed deeply: "If Your Majesty hadn't come to me back then, I might have really done something rash."

He still remembers what happened that morning.

That day, Hubert came to him to discuss how to deal with the new king. After the other party left, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice. When he turned around, he saw that it was the new king!

At first, Feuerius thought the other party was there to cause him trouble, but then the other party said something that left him stunned.

“I am the son of King Uther.”

It was because of this statement that Feuerius did not cooperate with Hyperion's actions during the coronation ceremony.

After hearing Yanan's explanation, Morgan snorted, his dissatisfaction easing slightly.

"Alright, I've said enough. Everyone, go back and get some rest. Starting tomorrow, there are still many things waiting for us to handle." Yanan smiled, stood up, and prepared to leave.

“Please wait a moment, Your Majesty,” Feuerius suddenly said.

Anan turned his head in confusion and saw Feuerius take out a palm-sized box engraved with intricate patterns from his bosom and push it in front of him.

"This is?"

“This is power, and it is also a responsibility. The late king entrusted it to me, and now it is time to return it to its rightful owner.” Feuerius looked earnestly at Anahn. “I hope you can use this power well, shoulder this responsibility, and not let down the late king’s expectations of you.”

After a moment of silence, Yanan picked up the box and nodded solemnly:

"I promise!"

Chapter Two: Wisdom Beyond Its Time

Early the next morning, Anan summoned all the ministers of Camelot for the first court assembly of the new year.

This was his first formal involvement in handling national affairs since taking office, which meant that from now on, the burden of the country would officially be on his shoulders.

However, from the day he pulled the sword from the stone, he had already prepared himself to face all of this.

Today, his bodyguards are Kai and Artoria. The two of them have had tense faces since early morning, which frightens the palace servants so much that they don't dare to look at them and can only walk past with their heads down.

"I'm telling you, you two don't need to be so tense. Anyone who didn't know better would think someone owes you money," Yanan said helplessly.

"Who wouldn't be nervous in a situation like this?" Kai gave a wry smile.

"You were so composed in front of hundreds of noble envoys at the investiture ceremony yesterday, but you're so easily frightened by just a few old men today?" Yanan said with amusement.

“I don’t know how to describe it.” Kai scratched his head. “Although I’m just an observer, the thought that I could participate in a meeting that decides the fate of millions of people suddenly gives me a very sacred feeling.”

“I feel the same way.” Artoria nodded in agreement, then looked at Anahn curiously, “Teacher, aren’t you nervous at all?”

Even though Anahn had already revealed his identity, for some reason, Artoria still preferred to call him "teacher."

However, no one really cares about such a trivial matter.

“Why be nervous?” Yanan smiled. “Since you’ve taken on this responsibility, of course you should do your best to do it well. It’s like if you want to make money, you have to work hard to bake delicious bread to sell to customers. It’s all just common sense.”

“But this is a matter of national importance, how can you confuse it with baking bread?” Artoria asked, looking puzzled.

“If that’s what you think, you’re sorely mistaken, Lily,” Yanan said calmly. “Governing a country, in the end, is not much different from baking bread. A soft, delicious loaf of bread requires just the right amount of ingredients, the right amount of pressure, and the right amount of heat. Only then can the bread be so delicious that people will want to keep coming back for more and praise it.”

"Governing a country is the same. All policies and guidelines must keep pace with the times and be based on reality. We cannot be too hasty, nor can we stagnate, let alone imagine things out of thin air. Otherwise, the bread produced in this way will be defective, and customers will be very angry, and may even throw it in your face."

A thoughtful look appeared in Artoria's eyes. After a moment, she nodded seriously: "Teacher, I understand what you mean."

Yanan nodded slightly: "Good that you understand."

"To describe governing a country as baking bread? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a novel theory." Morgan emerged from around the corner, a playful smile on her beautiful face. "I wonder what kind of bread you can bake?"

“Then let the facts speak for themselves.” Yanan smiled and pushed open the door in front of him.

Inside the spacious council chamber, a dozen or so of Camelot's ministers sat around a round table.

Upon seeing Anaen enter, everyone immediately rose and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Yanan nodded slightly: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, please take your seats."

He stepped forward and sat in the middle chair, with Morgan to his right and Artoria and Kay standing behind him.

"Enough with the small talk, let's get straight to the point." Anaen looked at the Minister of the Interior, Feuerius, on his left. "Minister Feuerius, let's begin."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Feuerius stood up and gave a detailed report on the major events that had occurred in Camelot over the past year.

This is a tradition that has been passed down from the time of King Uther. After Savon, at the first court assembly of the new year, the Minister of the Interior will summarize the work of the past year to provide the king with a reference, and then set the main goals for the new year, which will then be handed over to the other ministers to implement.

Since Camelot had been without a king for the past fifteen years, this step had always been decided jointly by Feuerius and other ministers.

"...These are the main points. Due to the unexpected death of Finance Minister Huber, the relevant matters are still being tallied," Feuerius said.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Feuerius." Annan nodded slightly, then turned to the other ministers. "A finance minister is indispensable to a country. Now that Hyperion has gone mad, I have decided to have Morgan le Fay temporarily act as finance minister. Does anyone have any objections?"

After some thought, most people finally nodded.

A few people hesitated for a moment, but after being glared at by Morgan, they quickly nodded in agreement.

Yanan nodded in satisfaction. A new broom sweeps clean, and it seems his first attempt has been quite successful.

So next, it's time for the second fire.

"The second matter, which I intend to entrust to Lord Feryus," he said, turning to Feryus. "Go and arrange for your internal affairs officers to conduct a thorough investigation of the current population of Camelot. They must go down to every single household and ensure there are no errors."

“I will obey your command,” Feuerius said, bowing slightly.

"Your Majesty, what's the point of doing this?" a minister asked doubtfully. After all, taking stock of the population sounds like a very troublesome matter, and it would definitely take a lot of effort and time.

What's the use? Yanan looked at the guy speechlessly. The census is such an important thing, and you're asking me what's the use?

Once again, he sighed inwardly at the gap between the two eras, and then patiently listed out the importance of the population census.

The more they listened, the brighter their eyes became, and some even trembled with excitement.

If such a good policy can be implemented, it will surely raise Camelot's strength to another level!

This has stirred up a lot of emotions in people's hearts. They originally thought that this king was too young and would need more time to grow and become familiar with this kind of thing. But they did not expect that he would propose such an epoch-making policy right from the start.