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Hansa said in a worried tone.

Now, he has personally intervened in the Holy Grail War, and the situation is far more complicated than he imagined.

Especially the British king.

In fact, he couldn't see through it at all.

Snowfield, Snowfield City, Crystal Hill.

Richard, who escaped from the police station with Kenneth, was suffering a huge shock in his heart.

Kenneth saw Moran break into the police station and cause a scene.

He immediately thought that it was his own fault that Moran showed up for him, and he felt extremely ashamed of it.

However, the reality was completely different from what he thought.

Moran would never go to the police station just for Kenneth; he went there just for fun.

Take Kenneth and Richard back to Crystal Hill.

This was also done completely naturally.

However, Moran felt that it was also good to be able to create a glorious image of himself in the eyes of his subordinates.

"Saber...you..."

Kenneth suppressed his shame.

Along the way, Richard was like a curious baby, and he would talk about everything he encountered in a fanciful way.

However, after meeting Moran, he never heard Richard say anything groundbreaking again.

On the contrary, Richard was so quiet that it was scary.

Kenneth turned to look at Richard with confusion.

Then he couldn't help but be frightened.

Because the easy smile that Richard always had on his face disappeared -

He felt as if he had witnessed the beginning of the end of the world. There was not even a trace of emotion that could be described as joy or sadness in his expression, only pure amazement.

It's hard to imagine this former British king.

He actually showed such an expression.

"Is this... a dream...?"

Richard has been repeating this sentence since the beginning.

It was as strange as if it were an illusion.

"Saber... this is the current King of Britain. He ascended the throne of Britain not long ago... Do you know the King?"

Kenneth noticed that Richard was staring at Moran who was walking in front of him, and he couldn't help feeling strange.

Richard was the King of Britain more than a thousand years ago.

Meet the current King of Britain.

Shouldn't I be so shocked?

"We don't know each other. This is the first time I meet him."

Richard shook his head and said.

In fact, Kenneth had no idea what Richard was thinking at the moment. Only someone who had been the King of Britain could understand.

Before Kenneth could continue to ask questions.

Richard said in a daze, "Master, please wait a moment... My companions... are confirming something..."

When I first saw it in the police station lobby.

He thought it was just a coincidence.

Richard believed that Moran was just a descendant of the founding king's bloodline left in Britain, and could not be the real king.

After following Moran out of the police station.

He also recovered from his shock.

Now, Richard activated his second Noble Phantasm and used it to verify whether his guess was correct.

Rounds of Leonheart

This Noble Phantasm allows Richard to use his own spiritual base as a catalyst to manifest those with whom he had a karmic connection during his lifetime as servants, followers, or mentors.

The number of summons varies depending on the magic power of the master at the time of summoning and the land used as the base.

Those recorded as Heroic Spirits can also be summoned, but they will appear in a weaker state than normal summons.

Although summoned Servants sometimes lend Richard power, continuous manifestation consumes a large amount of magic power, making it almost impossible to use them like normal Heroic Spirits.

Richard's Noble Phantasm is similar in function to Moran's inherent skill, [Tales of Heroes Told Through the Ages].

Now, Richard is verifying this with his former companions who had established a karmic connection with him.

The result made him tremble uncontrollably, and he clenched his fists and said, "Ah... Oh my God, ah... Ah..."

His sharp eyes were focused on Moran's back.

At this moment, Richard confirmed the truth.

Richard's guess was not wrong at all.

The man walking in front of him was not a descendant of the great king, but himself.

Dragon of Albion.

The King of Light.

The ancestor of the final age of gods.

The true founding father of Great Britain.

Without exception, every word used to describe him is engraved with legendary achievements that are worthy of being recorded in history.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a god by the world.

The man's name is Moran Pendragon!

Chapter 573: The Past of a Certain King [Please Subscribe! Please Give Me Flowers!]

In the past, Great Britain.

In the stone castle surrounded by ancient style, it is surrounded by magnificent decorations.

The heavenly sound of the piano played by a young child continued to be heard.

Although he is young, one can tell that he is very good at playing musical instruments.

The servants who heard the music were full of praise, believing that the prince had an innate talent.

And, jealousy of the young children receiving the island's love.

Hidden among these praises were fear and jealousy of the prince.

Yes, young children are born omnipotent.

Whether it's swordsmanship, musical instruments, martial arts, painting, fishing, horse riding...there is almost nothing he doesn't understand.

This is not the divine talent that bears the love of the island.

What else could it be?

The only person a young child can confide his true feelings to is his mother. Only to his mother can he say, "...Mother, I am so scared."

"Afraid? Afraid of what?"

"I...I can do anything. I can do anything without even realizing it."

The woman, radiating dignity, listened to the child.

Even though this sounds too exaggerated and immature.

But the woman knew that the child was not joking.

She knew that as long as her child learned it once, he would soon become proficient and no one would be able to beat him.

Since childhood, people have stared at him with envy.

The young boy wants to make friends and be admired by others, but his talent makes others see him as a monster.

Sometimes, he doubted that he would ever have this opportunity again in his lifetime.

He didn't know if he should pretend to be even more stupid, mess things up a little bit...that would make people accept him.

After hearing what my child said.

The gorgeous woman who resembled a princess laughed happily.

This made the child pout.

Because his mother promised not to laugh at him.

"Listen up, Richard. You are a genius."

The woman gently stroked the child's cheek.

"That's all, though," she said to him, who was fussing. "Do you know what it means to be a genius?"

"Forehead.......?"

"You're just able to do a lot of things, not that you've accomplished anything great. Competing in a decathlon and leaving something behind are two completely different things."

While comforting her son Richard, the mother also treated him as an adult, engraving her words into his heart and integrating them into his soul.

"Before you use your power against the thieves who are bullying your city and country, you should first feel sad for the sorrow of those who are being bullied and insulted, and think of ways to overcome the difficulties together with them.

Of course, you can't just blame the thieves and leave it at that. You also need to consider why thieves were born in your country. What exactly led them to this path? This is what a king should think about.

Listen to the words of mother's teaching.

Richard showed a rare expression of confusion.

These were not words that should be said to a child, but the woman obviously believed her son and believed that he could understand.

"People aren't born evil. They choose to become bandits because they're forced by circumstances. Even the most pitiful people have their pitiful sides—so you should feel guilty about the current state of this country. I share this feeling with you."

Then, the mother continued, holding her son's body:

"Richard, you can't become a hero just by being a genius. On the other hand, even someone without any talent can become a hero if they stick to their beliefs."

"Become...a hero?"

"Yes, to become a hero like our founding father, King Moran, his successor King Arthur, his Knights of the Round Table, and the Paladins of Charlemagne.

Just like Lord Kay, known as the least talented of the Knights of the Round Table, it was precisely because of his unwavering faith that he became a hero supporting the Knights of the Round Table. You must thoroughly understand how they built this land and laid the foundation for their success in the hearts of the people.

Richard, if you are truly almighty, you must make the most of your gift by spreading it before anyone else."

Looking at my mother who was telling stories about great men of the past.

Richard's eyes sparkled.

"Just like your innate talents, perhaps they are the result of the kindness of this island and even the late king."

The mother nodded Richard's little head and smiled.

Richard's face flushed.

He never thought that he would be given such an honor, and he understood why others were jealous of him.

After that, his mother told him stories.

From the war-torn history of Great Britain before its unification, to the emergence of the founding king Moran, and then to the establishment of the country.

Afterwards, it was King Arthur who inherited the will of the previous king.

The dazzling and splendid stories of the great kings and the Knights of the Round Table fascinated young Richard.

From Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan, Galahad, Percival, Gareth, Agrabin - to the last one, Mordred, who is praised by the world as a rebellious knight.

My mother kept telling everyone's story as if she had seen it with her own eyes.