In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Bang bang bang—!

Three golden spears shot out from the ground in succession, writhing in mid-air like serpents, their sharp tips pointing straight at Merlin.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and Merlin forced a stiff smile.

"Um, can I take back what I just said?"

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Inside the room, Yanan placed his hand on the golden cross, observing the state of everyone through the shared senses granted by the Oath of Judah.

Judging from the current situation, Merlin is the best one in the face of the attack of the Oath of Judah. ​​Even when facing five spears at the same time, he is not at a disadvantage. Although he looks flustered, Anan strongly suspects that he is pretending.

Besides them, there were Artoria and Lancelot. These two didn't reveal a single flaw and always seemed to be in complete control.

Kai's performance was slightly worse; he was almost bound by the golden spear several times and was only able to escape thanks to Artoria's help.

Morgan was the worst off because the Oath of Judah had a very strong binding effect on magic, making her magic almost useless and leaving her with no choice but to evade in a sorry state.

"It can even nullify rune magic. It seems that the power of this [Binding] is much stronger than I imagined," Anahn muttered to himself.

The golden chains jingled and trembled, standing proudly before Anan, like a child who had gotten a perfect score on a test and was showing it off to his parents.

"Alright, alright, I know you're strong." Yanan was both amused and exasperated. Although this Divine Key was very spiritual, its personality was like that of a child who hadn't grown up.

That's about enough, any more and it'll go too far... He muttered to himself, then said, "Alright, let's end this, Judas."

The people who were engaged in the fight suddenly noticed that the golden chains in front of them paused for a moment, and then they all retreated back the way they came.

"This..." Artoria and Kai were slightly taken aback, exchanged a glance, and chased after them without hesitation.

They need to find out where this thing came from!

Ten minutes later, they followed the trail of chains to the outside of a room and looked at the dozen or so large holes chiseled into the wall, their faces showing a hint of surprise.

"If I remember correctly, this should be the teacher's room, right?" Katie frowned slightly. "Could it be that the intruder's real target was actually the teacher?"

Upon hearing this, Artoria's face immediately turned extremely serious. Just as she was about to step forward and open the door, she heard footsteps.

She turned her head to the left and saw a familiar figure in a black and blue dress appear from around the corner.

"Sister Wang?"

Kai also heard footsteps, turned his head to the right, and saw a familiar figure carrying a blue-gold greatsword.

"Lancelot?"

The four of them were momentarily stunned, then, as if they had realized something, they said in unison:

"Were you also attacked by those golden spears?"

"It really is like that." A hint of surprise appeared in Kai's eyes: "I thought it was just Lily and me who were attacked, but I didn't expect everyone was attacked."

Lancelot nodded slightly: "I was attacked with Bedivere in the training ground. Bedivere was caught off guard and was taken away by those golden chains. In order to save him, I chased those golden chains all the way here."

"I was attacked in the magic workshop." Recalling the humiliation of being suppressed by that golden spear at every turn, Morgan gritted his teeth, his phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent. "I want to see what kind of guy dares to be so presumptuous in the Pendragon family's palace!"

Artoria frowned slightly. The high-level combat forces in the palace had been attacked almost simultaneously. Could it be that the intruder really wanted to use this to restrain them and then attack the king?

creak-

Upon hearing the door open, the four men instantly tensed up, their eyes showing intense vigilance.

However, when they saw the figure standing behind the door, they couldn't help but be stunned.

"Bedwell?"

Bedwell gave a wry smile, stepped aside, and said, "Please come in, everyone. Don't worry, this is not an attack."

The four men exchanged puzzled glances, hesitated for a moment, and finally put away their weapons and stepped forward.

As soon as they entered the room, they saw Yanan sitting on the sofa, smiling at them:

"So, everyone, aren't you pleasantly surprised by the trial I've arranged for you this time?"

Chapter Seven: Knights of the Round Table

Of course, Yanan couldn't let anyone else know that all of this was just his own mischievous fun, especially with Morgan present.

So after much deliberation, he decided to use the pretext of a trial to get by.

It has to be said that the reason of trial is indeed quite versatile. No matter how illogical something is, as long as it is given the name of trial, it can suddenly become reasonable, and unconsciously give people a strong sense of honor.

That's exactly what happened. Upon hearing that all of this was a trial arranged by the king, everyone's faces showed a look of sudden realization, as if they had just understood.

The main reason is that Yanan's wisdom and decisiveness have always made him stand out in the eyes of the people. Under such circumstances, no matter what he says, everyone will subconsciously believe him and will not have any doubts.

Then Yanan gave a lengthy and elaborate explanation, which made everyone even more convinced of the so-called trial.

Thus, what was originally a game born of wicked humor was transformed into something noble by someone using their accumulated prestige and silver tongue. Not only was it unaffected, it further solidified their position in the eyes of the public.

Merlin, who was witnessing all of this, uttered a heartfelt remark:

"shameless!!"

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After Samhain, Britain officially enters winter. Temperatures plummet, and people flock indoors to warm themselves by the fire. The once bustling streets suddenly become much sparser.

For most people, this should be the most leisurely time of the year, but for Yanan, it is not so.

This was probably the busiest period of his life since he transmigrated to this world.

Because during this period, he had just too many things to deal with.

First, there's the anti-king faction led by the Hughgen family. He's been planning this for so long, spending so much time and effort to finally expose these guys, so of course he's not going to let them go easily.

However, these guys have too many spheres of influence, and they are aware of their current situation, so they stick together very tightly, making it a very troublesome matter to deal with them.

Fortunately, Feuerius stepped forward at this moment and helped him take on the responsibility.

—In Feuerius’s view, the reason why the Hugen family’s tragedy occurred was entirely due to his own incompetence. Therefore, he naturally had an obligation to make amends for the mistakes he had made.

Feuerius was undoubtedly a very shrewd politician, and his fifteen years of experience had given him considerable prestige in Camelot's aristocratic circles. With their combined efforts, the anti-royal faction quickly disintegrated and was then easily defeated one by one.

One head after another fell to the ground, one family after another was destroyed. The family history, etiquette, wealth, and knowledge that once made these self-proclaimed nobles proud were all reduced to nothing in the face of the iron hooves of warhorses and the long swords of soldiers.

This was the largest purge of nobles that Camelot had ever experienced, but it did not cause any ripples in the upper class. Everyone seemed to have made prior arrangements and tacitly chose to turn a blind eye to it.

On the contrary, it was the lower classes who developed even greater respect for Anahn because of this incident.

After eliminating the major threat of the anti-royal faction, Anan breathed a slight sigh of relief, and then immediately threw himself into other matters.

All the policies he proposed at the court assembly were compiled into a book by the Imperial Household Department and distributed to the ministers for their implementation.

Although he had tried his best to make these policies fit Camelot's national conditions, these things were, after all, the crystallization of human wisdom over thousands of years, far ahead of the current era. The ministers had absolutely no experience with them, and encountered countless troubles in the process of implementation.

During this period, Anahn spent almost every day in his study, personally reviewing every report submitted by his ministers and not handing it over to any outsiders.

He went to great lengths to provide his ministers with solutions and ideas for resolving the problems. Every suggestion was written down only after he had carefully read the report, spent a lot of time racking his brains, and made sure there were no problems.

As a result, he often worked from day to night, sleeping only about three hours a day. If it weren't for his strong physical condition, he would have collapsed long ago.

Even so, the implementation of these policies remains very slow.

Enraged, Yanan wished he could chop all those old guys to pieces with one stroke!

Because he later discovered that these guys weren't always truly ignorant; they were just deliberately stalling!

He was well aware of the reason: the implementation of any policy would inevitably affect the interests of some people, and by proposing so many new policies at once, he had offended almost all of them.

However, due to his consistently assertive nature, immense power, and formidable military strength, these individuals dared not openly oppose him. Therefore, they chose this method to express their dissatisfaction and, at the same time, to force him to make concessions.

But how could Yanan possibly fall for that?

The next day, he publicly berated the Minister of Agriculture in front of everyone, then stripped him of all his power and replaced him with Bedivere.

"From now on, anyone who dares to play this kind of slacking-off trick in front of me can just get out of here. Since you don't want to do it, then I'll find someone suitable to do it!"

The other ministers were so frightened that they dared not slack off again after returning home and hurriedly sped up the work.

But this incident served as a wake-up call for Yanan, reminding him that he must appoint people he trusts to such important positions.

Otherwise, if these guys were to pull something behind his back every time, he would either be furious or driven mad with annoyance.

Moreover, now is a time to race against time, and he doesn't want to waste time scheming against these guys.

"It seems it's time to consider setting up a round table," he muttered to himself.

Currently, the Knights of the Round Table surrounding him mainly include Lancelot, Artoria, Kay, and Bedivere. Although Lancelot has not yet formally sworn allegiance to him, it is only a matter of time, judging from the current situation.

However, the current number of people is not enough to meet his requirements.

He needs more Knights of the Round Table.

To accomplish something like this in a short time, only one person can do it.

Morgan Lefebvre Pendragon.

“Morgan is an indispensable figure in the Knights of the Round Table. Ardyn, Gawain, Gareth, Gahoris, Mordred—they were all her creations,” Yanan muttered to himself. “Hopefully, my presence won’t cause any unforeseen complications.”

According to the original setting, Morgan created Ardyn and others to take revenge on Artoria, but now that Artoria's fate has been taken by him, Morgan is not so hostile to him. Therefore, Anan is not sure whether Ardyn and others will still appear according to the normal trajectory.

After thinking it over, Yanan finally decided to go and discuss it with Morgan first.

Chapter Eight: Bewildered and Passionate

After the coronation ceremony, Morgan remained in Camelot, seemingly forgetting that he had an Onic Kingdom under his control.

During this period, she was mainly responsible for two things: taking over the work of the former Treasurer, Huberian, and improving the quasi-circuit.

Morgan has now basically transformed the palace's basement into a magic workshop, where he spends most of his time each day, so Anaen found her very easily.

"What's wrong, Anan? Did you come to see your sister for something?" Morgan tucked her golden hair behind her ear and smiled.

"It's nothing, I just heard that you've been staying here a lot lately, so I wanted to come and visit." Yanan glanced at the dark and gloomy basement and shrugged helplessly. "Sister Wang, didn't I tell you that we should build the magic workshop in a spacious and bright outdoor location, like in Lucammons? Otherwise, staying in this enclosed environment all day will really have a very bad impact on your mental state."

People can be changed by their environment. Morgan was once considered crazy, partly because she was indeed quite extreme in her approach to magic, and partly because she spent all her time in the basement researching magic, which made her have a very gloomy and withdrawn demeanor, making it difficult for her to leave a good impression on others.

Morgan felt a surge of sweetness and warmth in her heart. Since her father's passing, she couldn't even remember the last time she had felt this kind of care from her family.