In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“No, no.” Yanan gave a wry smile. “By the way, how did you get here?”

"I asked the kitchen to make some snacks, and I brought them over so that you, teacher, could have a taste."

Artoria lifted the basket cloth, and several exquisite little cakes were immediately presented to Anaen.

"You're still the most worry-free, Lily."

Yanan couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking how lucky he was to have such an obedient disciple.

"It's just what I should do," Artoria said with a smile. "Eat quickly, teacher, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Just as Yanan was about to reach out, Nidhogg preemptively picked up a piece of cake.

"Oh~ Is this human food? It looks pretty good. I wonder if it tastes better than the roots of the World Tree." Nidhogg sniffed it, a hint of interest appearing on his face.

"Wait—" Artoria's eyes widened instantly, but before she could finish speaking, Nidhogg swallowed the cake whole.

"Hmm? Why do I feel... so hot, and my head is spinning..."

Nidhogg's pretty face suddenly flushed with a captivating blush, her dark eyes became hazy, and her breathing became much heavier.

"Ugh...it's so hot..."

Seemingly feeling the heat was becoming unbearable, Nidhogg pulled her skirt in half with a ripping sound, instantly exposing her beautiful body to the air and revealing its infinite beauty.

“Miss Nidhogg…” Yurina and Slud were stunned and stammered, completely at a loss for words.

"It's still so hot..." Nidhogg's eyes were glazed, and he breathed out sweet breaths. Suddenly, he turned to look at the dazed Anan, and walked towards him step by step. "Anan, please help me, I'm so hot..."

As if waking from a daze, Yanan quickly waved his hand, "Wait, calm down first..."

However, Nidhogg seemed not to hear him and tackled Anahn to the ground.

Anan tried his best to resist, but with his strength, how could he possibly be a match for Nidhogg?

Looking at the swaying, snow-white mountain peaks before him, Yanan quickly closed his eyes and shouted, "Nidhogg, wake up!"

"You're so noisy..." Nidhogg frowned in displeasure, then suddenly lowered his head and pressed his luscious red lips against Anahn's.

"Huh!?" Yanan's eyes widened instantly.

They kissed for about ten minutes before finally separating, a long, thin strand of smoke trailing from the corner of their mouths.

"Phew, it's a little cooler now, but still not enough..."

Nidhogg stretched out his slender little hand, trying to remove the armor from Yanan's body, but he failed several times in a row.

Miss Black Dragon was instantly enraged. She squeezed hard, and the armor formed from the Key of Domination began to twist.

Yanan's lips twitched slightly. He knew that if things continued to develop this way, things would really get serious.

"I'm sorry, Nidhogg."

A crimson feather fell from the sky and landed on Nidhogg's head. He let out a soft moan, his body went limp, and he collapsed onto Anann, his eyes gradually closing as he instantly fell into a coma.

Anan removed the cloak from his back and carefully wrapped it around Nidhogg. Then he stood up and shouted angrily, "Artoria!"

“Um, Master…” Slud pointed to the open door, “Miss Artoria has already run away.”

Yanan: ......

Chapter Thirty-Five: Can't I have some normal men around me?

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Inside the room, Yanan and Nidhogg sat facing each other in silence.

The eerie atmosphere caused Yurina and Slud to break out in a cold sweat.

"Um, I just remembered that the upstairs rooms haven't been cleaned yet." Yulina forced a stiff smile. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Miss Dead Apostle immediately turned and fled.

“I…I have an appointment with Miss Catherine to teach me how to make desserts, so I’m off too.” Slud quickly followed behind her.

In the blink of an eye, only Anan and Nidhogg remained in the huge room.

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Another long silence followed.

"Ugh."

Yanan sighed softly, stood up, and bowed to Nidhogg.

"What are you doing?" Nidhogg was taken aback.

“Lily is my disciple and also my sister. She has made such a big mistake this time, and I am partly responsible for it,” Yanan said. “Consider this my apology on her behalf. If you have any complaints, you can vent them on me.”

Seeing Yanan's reaction, Nidhogg felt a little embarrassed.

After all, none of this would have happened if she hadn't been so greedy and snatched the cake away.

And ultimately, Anan didn't actually do anything to her; on the contrary, it was she...

Nidhogg quickly banished the images from his mind, cleared his throat, and said, "Since you've said so, then I'll be magnanimous and pretend this never happened. However, you must guarantee that this matter will never be spread again!"

Since continuing to dwell on it won't lead to anything, it's better to just let it go.

Yanan breathed a sigh of relief; this was exactly the best outcome he wanted.

"Don't worry, I promise this matter will absolutely not get out."

Nidhogg nodded, then asked with a puzzled look, "But there's something else, don't you find it strange?"

"What?" Yanan was slightly taken aback.

“Aren’t you curious where these things came from?” Nidhogg pointed to the cakes in the basket.

Yanan looked at the small, exquisite cake with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

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"Hey? You're asking if Lily has come to see me recently?"

Morgan Lefebvre frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and slowly nodded: "Now that you mention it, I do remember. I was researching something new a while ago, so I called her over to be my assistant."

"What are you researching?" Yanan asked.

“This, this…” Morgan’s expression stiffened slightly, his eyes darting around as he said, “Haha… just a little trinket, nothing important.”

Yanan silently took out the basket behind him, pushed it in front of Morgan, and lifted the basket cloth.

"This is... a cake?" Morgan picked up a piece of cake with a puzzled look, sniffed it, and his face immediately froze.

"Is this your 'little gadget'?" Yanan asked in a low voice.

"I knew it was because a few bottles seemed to be missing..." Morgan muttered to himself. "I told Lily that this stuff is only a semi-finished product, and it's very powerful. It can easily kill someone if you're not careful. Why won't this girl listen?"

"Haha, what are you talking about? These are just a few small cakes. Oh, I know, you must have thought your sister worked too hard, so you specially brought them to comfort me, right? You're such a good little brother. Then your sister will accept them without being polite."

After saying that, Morgan grabbed the basket and ran off, disappearing from Yanan's sight in the blink of an eye.

Yanan looked utterly dejected.

"Can't I have some normal men around me?"

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The effect of the Netherworld Flower is to stir up the dark side of one's inner self, making people do things they would normally want to do but dare not do. However, this does not mean that it can manipulate people's thoughts, because it is actually all based on the will of the actor.

So, two days later, when the effect of the Netherworld Flower disappeared, Artoria naturally recalled what had happened during that time.

Then--

"Teacher, I know it's all my fault." Artoria looked at Anahn with teary eyes. "As a knight, I actually did something so shameless. Please punish me!"

After saying that, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, successfully creating a dent in the marble floor.

Yanan sighed and helped Artoria up: "Alright, Lily, it's not entirely your fault. To be honest, I also bear a lot of responsibility."

If he had used Feather of Dust to restore Artoria to normal back then, none of these things would have happened.

I originally wanted to see another side of Lily, but I never expected that I would end up getting myself into trouble.

As expected, those who court death will die; the ancients were right.

"Please stop comforting me, teacher. Someone like me who has violated the code of chivalry is no longer capable of bearing the honor of a knight." Artoria's eyes were incredibly dim.

Yanan was a little troubled, after all, he knew that Artoria was a very responsible person, and she would do everything she could to make amends for any mistakes she made.

If she isn't given a chance to redeem herself, she might really hold onto this for the rest of her life.

After a moment's thought, Yanan said, "In that case, I'll give you a chance, but this task might be a bit difficult. Are you really prepared?"

Artoria's eyes lit up again, and she said solemnly, "Please give me your orders. Whatever the task, I will complete it even if it costs me my life!"

"Since that's the case..."

With his hands behind his back, Yanan said calmly:

"Artoria Pendragon, I hereby formally appoint you as the temporary commander-in-chief, leading 40,000 troops to conquer the Kingdom of Wessex within two months!"

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Chapter Thirty-Six: The King Has Never Failed!

"Your Majesty, are you really planning to do this?"

Bedwell looked at the map on the table and the three red lines marked on it, and his lips twitched slightly.