In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

【Mission Seven: Within seven years, eliminate the [God of the End] – the White Dragon Voodoo】

[Quest Reward: First Divine Key - Key of Revelation - Void Treasury]

【Mission Eight: Eliminate the [Moon King] – Zhu Yue within seven years】

[Quest Reward: Second Divine Key - Key of Eternity - A Thousand Realms One Journey]

The continuous mechanical voices in his mind startled Anan slightly. Looking at the task descriptions, he muttered to himself:

"Wow, three Divine Keys at once! Is the finale approaching?"

"Huh? What do you mean by the ending?" Nidhogg turned to look at him in confusion.

"It's nothing, just talking nonsense."

Yanan looked north. Based on past experience, the tasks issued by the system were usually related to his current situation.

In other words, within seven years at most, a final battle will inevitably break out between him and Vortigern, and at that time, only one of them will survive to become the King of Britain.

"Seven years... that's a bit of a tight schedule."

After a moment's thought, I realized that completing the initial reforms of Camelot and establishing a complete Godslayer Knight Order within seven years was indeed a very troublesome task.

"Looks like we need to hurry."

Yanan turned his head and gazed at the Great Wall covered in snow and ice in the distance.

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"The Third Army is currently running out of food and supplies, and is short 1200 cotton-padded coats. Once the next batch of supplies arrives, we will give them priority."

"The sentry said he found traces of Anglo soldiers in the Black Forest. They seem to want to open a supply route from there. Have Kai take two thousand soldiers and three court magicians to check it out. If it's true, have him completely block that road. If anyone dares to slip through, I'll rip their head off and use it as a football!"

"A large number of fantasy species have appeared on the Kadern Plateau? Hmph, immediately send Lanmarok and the God-Slaying Knights to attack, and beat those guys so badly they won't even recognize their own mothers!"

The messenger swallowed hard, quickly picked up the document in front of him, bowed and said "Yes," then turned and strode out of the study, closing the door and letting out a long breath.

"How did it go?" A colleague waiting outside the door leaned forward and whispered.

"What else? It's the same as always, of course," the messenger said with a wry smile.

"Sigh, ever since the King disappeared, Her Highness the Princess's temper has become more and more volatile. It's said that even Knights Kai and Bedivere don't dare to greet her anymore and have to take a detour," her colleague sighed.

"Sigh, please be understanding. Her Highness the Princess suddenly lost her younger brother and sister, yet she still has so many affairs to handle every day. If I were in her shoes, I certainly wouldn't be in a good mood either," the messenger comforted her.

"That's true. But I recently heard that the relationship between Her Highness the Princess and the King seems to be..."

"Aren't you doing your work and instead chatting outside? Since you're so free, why don't you go stand guard on the city wall for a few days?"

A faint voice came through the door, and the two of them were immediately terrified. They quickly bowed and apologized, then ran out as if their lives depended on it.

"I'm working myself to the bone all day long, and you guys still dare to slack off. You really need to be taught a lesson."

In his study, Morgan Lefebvre leaned back in his high-backed chair, watching the snowflakes falling outside the window, and sighed softly.

"Twenty days have already passed, when are you finally going to come back?"

She rubbed her slightly swollen temples, turned to look at the mountain of documents piled high on her desk, and gritted her teeth, saying:

"When that bastard gets back, I'll make him pay!"

"Such rude words are not something that Your Highness, the Princess, should say."

A soft laugh suddenly reached his ears, and Morgan froze on the spot.

She turned her head inch by inch, like a rusty robot, because she was afraid that if she moved too much, she might not be able to see anything.

Please, even if it's just a hallucination, at least let me see him one more time...

The moment that familiar smiling figure came into view, Morgan could no longer control her emotions, and large tears streamed down her cheeks like broken pearls.

Seeing Morgan's obviously haggard face, Yanan felt guilty and stepped forward to gently hug her.

"I'm sorry, sister, I've made you suffer."

These few words, less than ten in total, instantly shattered Morgan's psychological defenses.

Sweetness, grievance, joy, confusion... all sorts of emotions surged into her heart like a tide. Not knowing how to vent them, she chose to bite Yanan's shoulder.

"hiss--"

Yanan gasped. Morgan hadn't held back at all; even with his physical strength, he felt a piercing pain.

He instinctively intended to shake Morgan away, but looking into those resentful pale gold eyes, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Instead of running away, he relaxed his muscles.

After about ten minutes, Morgan finally let go of her mouth. Looking at the bloodstains on Yanan's shoulder, she suddenly felt a little regretful.

"I'm sorry, did I... go a little too far?" She reached out her slender hand and gently stroked the scars on Yanan's shoulder, a hint of heartache appearing in her eyes.

"It's alright. Isn't it normal for an older sister to discipline her younger brother when he does something wrong?" Yanan said with a smile.

"So you know you did something wrong?" Morgan scoffed, then seemed to suddenly remember something, glancing around with a hint of panic on her face. "Oh right, what about Lily? Didn't she disappear with you? Hasn't she come back?"

"Don't worry, she's back too. She's just very hungry right now, so I had her take the other two guys to the kitchen first."

"The other... two guys?" Morgan's forehead was covered in question marks. "What... exactly did you go there to do?"

"That's a long story."

Yanan sighed and spent a full hour recounting his experiences in the Norse kingdom.

"So that's how it is. You disappeared suddenly to rescue Nidhogg's true form." Morgan suddenly realized. "But if I heard correctly, you said you also encountered Vortigern, and that the Holy Grail fell into his hands?"

“That’s right, that’s exactly it.” Yanan nodded.

“The Holy Grail…” Morgan frowned slightly. As an outstanding magician, she was naturally familiar with the Holy Grail, and having read a large number of ancient books, she knew even better how terrifying its power was.

That was a true all-powerful wish-granting machine, a miraculous relic whose power even the gods could not match.

"The good news is that although Vortigern obtained the Holy Grail, he did not gain its recognition. In that case, we should still have a chance to win," Morgan said thoughtfully.

"How do you know Vortigern didn't receive the Holy Grail's recognition?" Anahn asked, somewhat puzzled, as he hadn't mentioned this matter.

"Ancient texts record that only those who are recognized by God can obtain the power to exercise the Holy Grail. This is just like King Solomon, who stood at the pinnacle of magic more than 1,300 years ago. It was because he was recognized by God that he obtained the Ten Commandments, which symbolize true wisdom."

"For beings at that level, it's immediately obvious whether someone is worthy of being chosen. If Vortigern were truly chosen by God, he wouldn't have waited until now to take action; no, or rather, he wouldn't have needed to do it personally at all."

"So it's quite obvious that he's been hiding in the North for the past fifteen years in order to forcibly establish a connection with the Holy Grail through magic and then gain the right to wield its power."

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Anan clapped his hands and couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of one of the top two magicians in Britain, such rich experience and profound wisdom are truly eye-opening."

Morgan nodded in satisfaction, clearly pleased with his brother's praise.

But then her brows furrowed slightly: "Even if Vortigern can't reach the level of King Solomon, he is still a considerable problem as the holder of the Holy Grail. We need to find a way to keep him in check."

"Don't worry, I actually won this time," Yanan said with a smile.

"You mean, you defeated Vortigern, who possessed the Holy Grail!?" Morgan stared in shock.

"Yes."

Yanan walked to the window, reached out and caught a snowflake, watching it slowly melt in his palm.

"If I can defeat him once, I can defeat him a second time!"

Chapter Thirty-Two: The King Has Returned!

After talking with Morgan, Yanan gradually learned about what had happened during his disappearance.

His and Artoria's disappearance caused a great shock at the time, with some even suspecting that he had been assassinated, making the entire Hadrian's Wall panic.

Then Yurina stepped forward, because she possessed the power left behind by Anaen, so she was certain that the king was not dead.

If it weren't for her words, Camelot would probably be in chaos by now.

Then Bowles and Morgan stepped forward and took charge, sending men to search for the king's whereabouts while mobilizing the Camelot army, which had been lying in ambush behind the Northern Alliance, to encircle and annihilate him.

To their utter surprise, their scheme had already been seen through by Rocks.

Just as Powers was about to launch a pincer attack under the cover of night, a large group of chimeras and mountain giants suddenly appeared from behind and surrounded them instead.

Human bodies are naturally no match for magical beasts, let alone mythical creatures like chimeras and mountain giants that surpass even wyverns. The moment the two sides made contact, Camelot's army was almost immediately routed.

Fortunately, at this moment, the Knights led by Lanmarok descended like gods. More than 300 knights equipped with second-generation pseudo-circuits and wielding the Key of Domination were like gods descending to earth. They easily wiped out all the mythical creatures from the Age of Gods and led the remaining army to break out of the encirclement.

Even so, they still paid a heavy price, with more than 8,000 casualties, including General Powers, who also tragically died.

This pillar of the state, who had guarded the border for fifteen years, ultimately fell on the battlefield.

“This is Bowers’ will.” Morgan took a letter from the drawer and handed it to Yanan. “Bowers’ wife died a long time ago, and now he only has one son who is being fostered by the church.”

Yanan read through the contents of the will, then carefully put it back in the envelope, saying, "Send word to posthumously confer upon Bowers the title of Grand Duke, allow his remains to be placed in the Royal Cemetery, make his son a Duke, and continue the title for three generations, then become a hereditary Earl, with his territory being Monlogo and Kanvia."

Morgan was slightly taken aback: "You really intend to send Monlogo and Kanvia away?"

Monlogo boasts convenient waterways and transportation, and its trade volume consistently ranks among the top five in Camelot. Canvia is nicknamed the "Tea Country," as nearly 30% of Camelot's tea originates from there.

Both of these places are top-tier territories. If it were those ancient noble families, they would probably fight tooth and nail for these two territories.

“This is the treatment a hero deserves,” Yanan said calmly. “In addition, the compensation for the wounded and killed soldiers must be arranged as soon as possible. Anyone who dares to touch this money will regret ever being born.”

Morgan hesitated for a moment: "But if that's the case, can the national treasury withstand it?"

Yanan said, "Don't worry, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."

Camelot's agricultural reforms are now in full swing, and grain production has reached an incredible level. As long as there is grain in hand, there is no need to worry about money.

After all, food has always been a hard currency, regardless of the era.

"alright, I got it."

Morgan nodded, then suddenly reached out and stroked Yanan's sharply defined face, a hint of tenderness appearing in his pale golden eyes:

“Do you know, Anan, I have never seen any king who cares for his people as much as you do. You are truly a very different kind of king. I am so glad that you are the king of Camelot.”

Morgan once believed that Britain was doomed to destruction, and that her elaborate scheme to seize the throne was merely a way to give Britain a final moment of glory before its demise.

But when Anaen ascended the throne, she once again peered into the future of Britain, only to see not the ruins of destruction she had seen before, but an unfathomable chaos.

Although this still doesn't have a very positive meaning, compared to the darkness before when they struggled without seeing a glimmer of hope, they now at least have the possibility of escaping their fate.

Morgan believed that under the leadership of this dark-haired, dark-eyed boy, Britain would surely forge a different future.