In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Because that would only make the right to speak a subsidiary of the strong and the weak.

He didn't want to see this happen.

Gawain calmed himself down and prepared to make a tentative contact with Merlin.

"Hello, I am……"

But before the knight could announce his name, Merlin took the initiative with a smile on his face.

"You're Gawain, right?"

"you?"

Gawain was a little surprised - after all, he had never met the person in front of him before.

But Merlin continued to maintain the same look as before.

"Gawain, the magical blessing upon you is indeed very powerful."

"But it's a pity. It's not you I want to see. If possible, could you please make a little more trip?"

"..."

Gawain's mentality gradually changed from slight disgust to caution.

Merlin in front of him knew his name and the blessing from his mother Morgan as if he had prophesied in such a short time when they first met.

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

"so--"

"Do you want to see Father and Mother?"

"No." Merlin shook his head. "Just to see your father."

"But he's busy," Gawain answered truthfully.

"It's okay." Merlin smiled.

"Just tell him the name of Artorius—and he will come to see me."

"..."

[Gawain felt that Merlin in front of him was no ordinary person.]

He realized that this was a message that had to be delivered to you.

[After confirming the name he was going to pass on to you again, he crossed the streets of Camelot and came to you. ]

[According to Merlin's instructions, he told you the name "Artorius".]

[You realize that this man is the magician who has been secretly interfering with your and Morgan's plans.]

[You temporarily entrust the matters at hand to Gao Wen. ]

【You decide to go and meet Merlin. 】

"Lord Ian!"

Ian's arrival made the guards at the city gate nervous.

"Let him in."

"Yes!"

"Thank you so much."

Merlin came to Ian and looked very grateful.

"Lot King Ian, without you, I probably wouldn't be able to enter the city."

"..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ian said with a tense face, "Let me know your purpose."

"Let's go somewhere else and talk." Merlin smiled gently.

"Where do you want to go?"

"There."

[Merlin didn't just point to a random place.]

[That is on the city wall.]

[Artorius almost fell from here. ]

You realize that he definitely knows something he shouldn't know.

【You decide to do as he asks for the time being. 】

[You have climbed up the city wall.]

"Oh... Is this the place where Artorius almost fell?"

Merlin squatted down, looked at the patterns on the ground of the city wall, and stretched out his fingers to rub them a few times.

"I can imagine what that scene was like."

"Are you here just to see this?"

Ian asked, standing behind him.

“That shouldn’t be the case, right?”

"Of course not." Merlin stood up and restrained his previous tone.

"I just want to tell you that even if you hadn't helped him, Artorius wouldn't have died."

"Merlin, what are you trying to prove?"

"I don't want to prove anything." Merlin shook his head, "I just came here to tell you."

"That's getting off topic—"

Merlin walked forward a few steps and stood right next to the city wall where Artorius almost fell off.

"On the way here, I saw the wheat fields you and Morgan left outside the city."

"I have to admit that you do have some skills."

"So Merlin, are you going to admit all this?"

Ian's hand stopped on the scabbard at his waist.

"Do not."

"I don't care about that."

Merlin looked at the golden wheat fields outside the city and answered without hesitation:

"The election of a new king will begin soon."

"you……"

Before Merlin could finish his words, Ian behind him drew his sword and stabbed it towards his heart.

This was not a drawing of the sword without reason.

Rather, he felt that there was no possibility that Merlin would stand on his and Morgan's side.

In that case——

Then kill him in a despicable way.

No matter how powerful a magician is, his body is extremely fragile at the moment the sword pierces him.

According to common sense, this should be the case.

But if——

His body has never been here?

The blade passed through Merlin's chest but did not cause any damage.

He turned around and looked at Ian who was in disbelief.

"Your ability to act is a bit stronger than I thought."

"So--"

"I will leave you one more prophecy."

"The King's Election will continue."

"Whoever pulls the sword from the stone will be the new king."

“No one can stop this.”

58. The Irreversible King's Election

[Merlin's words touched you deeply.]

[Your natural affinity and chivalry have been lost: You are enraged and no longer care about the etiquette that a knight should follow.]

[Your blade pierces Merlin again and again.]

[Every time, go straight to the vital point. Every time, go straight to the vital point. 】

[This may be the most annoying moment in your life—a magician you just met wants to take away everything you and Morgan have worked so hard to accumulate! ]

【But fate still mocks you. 】

[Your swordsmanship is by no means mediocre, but there is no way you can hurt Merlin.]

It's not that he didn't hit the opponent.

Instead, the fatal damage that should have been caused after hitting the opponent "disappeared".

Ian stared at Merlin in front of him, realizing that this seemingly sloppy, even lazy man might be someone far beyond conventional wisdom.

"You should also understand that this method cannot hurt me."

Merlin said this as he slowly backed away.

The sword that was inserted into his heart was pulled out of his body little by little without any blood staining it.

"you are hardworking."

“But unfortunately, it’s of little value.”

"Oh... I can't say it's worthless, right? Let me correct my statement--"

Merlin used his thumb and index finger to mark out a small space.

“It still has some value.”

"At least you didn't mess up Camelot."

"..."

Ian almost broke the hilt of the sword in his hand as he listened to these words.

But Merlin didn't care about it at all.

He dusted off his clothes and smiled.

"It would be a waste of words to say any more."

"In short, this is probably the case. There will always be people who cannot accept it, but nothing will change."

"I'll take my leave now."

After saying this, Merlin prepared to leave.

And when he walked past Ian, he heard the other's emotionless words.

"Merlin, sooner or later I will make you regret what you said."

"is it?"

Merlin continued walking forward without looking back.

“This is the first time anyone has said this to me.”

【More magic from Merlin is activated. 】