Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

It must be said that this Knight of the Round Table, who was in charge of cleaning up the mess, was indeed skilled in interpersonal communication. His inherent peace and frankness made him impossible to dislike.

Watching the carriage disappear into the distance, Kai breathed a sigh of relief, stretched, picked up a bulging paper bag, and tiptoed to the brightly lit bedroom of the Knight King, gently knocking on the window.

"Artoria...Artoria..."

After a brief silence, the door creaked open, and the Knight King, still clad in his silver armor, stood on the threshold, gazing wistfully at his sworn brother.

"What's the matter?"

"Look what I brought you! Hurry, it's still hot, eat it while it's hot!"

Kai smiled and raised the paper bag in his hand. As the seal was broken, a rich aroma wafted out.

"If you urgently request an audience, you should inform the guards. Trespassing into the palace is against the law."

The Knight King's brow furrowed, and he did not accept the paper bag. He pondered indifferently, his voice devoid of any warmth or inflection.

Here, there are no brothers and sisters, only ruler and subject; overstepping one's bounds is a grave crime that disrupts order.

"It's alright, it's alright. Gawain and Agguwen, those two stubborn guys, are both at home recovering from their injuries today. No one will know that I sneaked in."

Kai didn't seem to care, and while they were talking, he stuffed the bulging paper bag into Artoria's arms.

"Alright, it's too late, I won't bother you anymore. Take your time eating. You'll be busy tomorrow, so remember to get some rest and be well-rested."

Before the Knight King could react, Kai had already skillfully scaled the wall and disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

The Knight King frowned and stood silently for a long time before finally turning around and going back into the house without saying a word, casually placing the paper bag on the table.

However, just as the Knight King removed his armor and prepared to go to bed, his nostrils twitched, and he inexplicably looked at the open paper bag.

The following morning, in order to ensure the smooth running of every step of the crowning ceremony, the entire palace began to busy itself with preparations, and the relevant personnel were also rehearsing repeatedly. As for the protagonist, the Knight King, he left his room early in the morning.

In the morning, Kai, who was in charge of logistics and was ordered to retrieve some of the king's personal belongings, entered the palace and searched for them.

Unintentionally, Kai's peripheral vision caught sight of the deflated paper bag on the table, and a smile spread across his eyes.

Surprisingly, they ate it...

Chapter 75 Riding a dragon by day, being ridden by a dragon by night

Because of the crowning ceremony, the atmosphere in Camelot this morning became both lively and solemn.

Pushing open the door, one could see soldiers patrolling back and forth on the city walls and streets. Since the Round Table took over the defense, the military strength had increased several times over in the past few days.

Along the path to the royal city, the dignified knights guarding each checkpoint exude an imposing aura.

At noon, the lords, both high and low, who came to participate in the crowning ceremony successively passed through strict checks and arrived at the crowning ceremony site from where they had stayed the night before, and took their seats in the designated places.

As the ruler of Orkney, the Land of the End, and the half-sister of the Knight King, Morgan and her companions were naturally led to the front row seats with a superior view.

It's worth mentioning that Knight of the Round Table, Kay, was at the crossroads early in the morning to greet and settle them in. This respectful and friendly attitude made everyone feel very comfortable, without even realizing it.

While waiting, Samael ate the dried fruit on his plate and looked around idly.

Looking around, you see a square with Roman-style columns, resembling an open-air theater. The central fountain has a rose pattern, and everywhere you look, you can see the strong Roman influence.

The surrounding marble columns are engraved with the mythological epic of the Pantheon gods joining forces to fight against a certain white giant god, while among the humanoid Roman gods, there is a cute creature with antlers, a fluffy ball, whose style is very incongruous.

The thing had its arms outstretched, and six winged fairy figures were coiled around it.

Cornunos, the Horned God, and the six primordial fairies...

The Celtic pantheon was actually incorporated into the Roman Pantheon and was culturally preserved.

A glimpse into the whole reveals the whole picture. From these clues, it is clear that Britain, which was once part of the Roman Empire, was deeply influenced by Romanization.

Moreover, the Celts today do not reject the traces of the advanced culture and aesthetics left by the Roman Empire.

Like other regions that split off from the Roman Empire, the Celts appeared to consider themselves heirs to the Roman legacy.

Furthermore, the Celts were filled with a desire to explore that somewhat perplexing period of history, constantly trying to prove the close relationship between Britain and Rome in those days.

The fascinating archaeological work left Samael with a sense of感慨 and nostalgia.

As time passed, a powerful horn sounded, and the crowning ceremony began.

Samuelton felt a bit bored and couldn't help but yawn. After all, in his view, these were all of the same kind, nothing more than tracing the long history of the local area and the sanctity of the family bloodline.

In short, it was a really annoying part. I hope the noise level isn't too high so I can take a nap.

Lately, he's been exhausted from taking care of these troublesome little devils. He spends his days mediating their conflicts and giving them things to do, and at night he has to put them to sleep and tell them stories.

However, before the ancient serpent could even try to develop its skill of sleeping with its eyes open, the druids on stage, who were reciting history and praising the royal family, actually put on quite a show based on the newly compiled history of the Pendragon family.

Accompanied by the chanting of druids in white robes, burning incense and offerings of rare treasures were solemnly sacrificed to the horned god Cornunus, the six primordial goblins, and... a victorious queen wearing a golden crown, wielding a sword and shield, riding on the back of a dragon...

"puff!"

As he gazed at the activated cipher text, which was engraved on the stone slab depicting the history of the Pendragon family, and the lifelike images projected onto it, Samael spat out a mouthful of tea, nearly choking himself to death.

Britain is a land blessed by dragons and queens. Pendragon was born with the blood of dragons and queens, and was granted royal power by God. He obeyed divine decree and ruled Britain.

In layman's terms, their family are descendants of a sacred dragon that blessed this land and the victorious Queen Boudica...

And so, the Queen of Victory lived a life of riding dragons by day and being ridden by dragons by night.

As for whether there is reproductive isolation or how they are born, well, dragons are inherently promiscuous, and dragons aren't everywhere. One more Pendragon won't make a difference.

Slander! Utterly blatant slander!

Samuel felt a rush of blood to his head, losing all sleepiness, and angrily defended himself.

Can you please stop having such dirty thoughts? Boudica and I are completely innocent people; we have a pure friendship, okay?

I've never done anything like that, something that goes beyond friendship, and I never had the chance to...

Seeing that he had been tricked into becoming a relative, and that this group of people were even fabricating a baseless scandalous affair between him and Boudica from back then, Gu She was filled with resentment.

Immediately afterward, before Samael could even think, his good student Nero also fell victim to the trap.

According to the current narrative poems, the Rose Emperor, who was persecuted and exiled in the Roman Empire, was adopted and influenced by Queen Boudica in Britain.

When Nero returned to the City of Seven Hills and inherited the imperial power of the god Romulus, out of gratitude, he incorporated Britain into the Roman Empire and granted Boudica, his "mother," and the Celts a high degree of autonomy.

Under the projection of magic, the Rose Emperor, outlined with dots of light and bold lines, joins hands with Boudica to sign a pact, their intimacy resembling that of a mother and daughter.

While this contains some Celtic fantasy and artistic exaggeration, it is still basically within the realm of logic.

Forced to take responsibility for the Pendragon family's dragon attributes, Samael, who had begun to doubt his serpentine nature, rolled his eyes and was speechless.

After the druids finished their big job, jumping and hopping around, Samael, as one of the parties involved, was still indignant.

But for the small and insignificant Celts, this was nothing short of a shot of adrenaline, giving them immense psychological satisfaction for their sacred lineage and past glories.

As the crowd grew excited, the ceremony finally got down to business.

Amidst the obscure and difficult chanting of the Oganshu script, streaks of light and shadow pulsed and pulsated, awakening the etheric light flowing beneath their feet, which resembled the veins of the earth.

hum!hum!hum!hum!

One magical node after another was activated, forming an intricate root system. The enormous golden magic circle soared into the sky, like a cat of light piercing through heaven and earth, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it opened the gates of heaven and the temple of the gods.

squeak...

Amidst a dazzling golden hue, the intricately patterned rosewood door, adorned with gilded designs, slowly opened as everyone's pupils constricted.

Inside the grand hall, where light and shadow intertwine, rose-shaped stained-glass windows, adorned with phoenixes carved between the frames, gleam with a sacred light.

As the rustling of armor plates and the solemn sound of footsteps approached, the vision cleared slightly, and everyone could see that the Knights of the Round Table, lined up on both sides, were escorting the high and mighty Son of the Dragon as he descended to earth.

Chapter 76 This is the worst time I've ever been slandered.

A moment later, Merlin, the court magician and great sage of the Druids, dressed in an elaborate purple and white mage's robe and carrying a magic wand, opened the sealed box, took out the exquisite golden crown from the soft velvet cushion, and approached the Knight King with a complex expression.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, as the Knight King slightly raised his right hand, the silver lion-mane helmet and the knight's armor that sealed it automatically disassembled and retracted, revealing the little-known mysterious true face of this ruler of Britain.

She had long, smooth, and soft golden hair that reached her waist, as radiant as the afternoon sun. It was neatly coiled at the back of her head with a looped hairpin, and a few loose strands of bangs fell across her straight, sexy nose. Two strands of hair gently draped over her smooth, rounded shoulders. Beneath her thick, long eyelashes were pupils that were even more emerald green and clear than icy jade.

Her slender, arched eyebrows were elegant and graceful, her cherry-red lips were gently pressed together, and her fair, jade-like, perfectly angular cheeks made her appear so pure and flawless.

Upon closer inspection, a golden-green flame seemed to burn deep within those eyes, casting a layer of dignified cold light over their beautiful features.

The only flaw was a single, upturned hair on the top of her head, like a conspicuous golden ear of wheat stubbornly protruding from the stubble in a harvested field, slightly disrupting the overall divine quality and drawing her closer to the mortal world.

A pure white cloak was tied around his slender shoulders, its high collar standing up like a lion's mane, adding to his aloof and cold demeanor and the majesty of a conqueror.

But looking down along the contours, past the snow-white and sexy swan neck and collarbone, what immediately catches the eye is the large, undulating shape that attracts the attention of almost every man.

After removing the breastplate, the upper part of the blue dress was completely covered, with large swaths of white fat piled up like snowballs and exposed to the air. Because it was stretched to the extreme, the gold embroidery on the outside of the bodice was somewhat distorted.

Beyond the two towering peaks lay an incredibly slender, delicate waist, so thin it seemed impossible to grasp with one hand. To facilitate movement, the waist was tightened by a silver metal strap.

Silver-white and lustrous leg armor covered her slender and plump legs. The metallic color and the curves of her skin complemented each other, exuding a unique beauty.

Prying aside the steel, everyone was astonished to discover that the King of Britain, who led the Knights of the Round Table in their conquests, possessed a curvaceous, devilish figure and unparalleled beauty, like a large, sweet fruit about to burst with juice, making one's mouth dry and throats churn.

At the same time, that awe-inspiring gaze made the mortals who had harbored strange thoughts feel as if they were being watched by a giant dragon. Their hearts turned cold, and they lowered their heads in fear, adopting an almost prostrate posture.

Amidst a mix of emotions, everyone came to their senses and was taken aback.

The infamous King of Knights is actually a woman?!

"Britain, the land blessed by the dragon and the queen, now, in accordance with the will of heaven, returns power to the dragon and the queen! God bless the queen!"

The great sage Merlin stepped forward solemnly, raised the golden crown of Britain with both hands, and proclaimed the divine oracle in a loud voice.

The Rose Emperor of Rome, who brought advanced technology and culture to the Celts, was a woman...

Boudica, the victorious queen who unified Britain and shaped Celtic cultural identity, was also a woman…

Therefore, the hero who won the twelve-dynasty wars, defeated the Bastard King, unified the north and south, and wiped out the Saxons was also a woman.

Therefore, the conclusion is that this land was born to be ruled by the Queen, and only the Queen can ensure the prosperity and longevity of Britain!

That's perfectly reasonable! That's perfectly reasonable!

"God bless the Queen!"

The Knights of the Round Table and the Knights of the Chastise erupted in thunderous shouts, jolting the eardrums of the spectators awake from their daze, who, in the frenzied atmosphere, raised their arms and joined in the cheers.

Samael shouted a few words in a mocking manner, and suddenly felt a sense of returning to "Daiying".

Meanwhile, the ancient serpent noticed that the people of Camelot, upon hearing the news, were gladly accepting the new queen who was being crowned, and couldn't help but look sinisterly at Merlin, who was putting on a show on the stage.

You old liar! I said it was a crowning ceremony, how did it involve the history of Nero and Boudica? It turns out it was to reveal Artoria's true face and create momentum for her coronation as a woman.

So, the scandalous rumors that tarnished my and Boudica's reputations were fabricated by you, you old bastard?!

Ancient Snake narrowed his eyes, secretly making a deep note in his mind about the charlatan on stage who was vigorously stirring up public opinion.

As the golden crown pressed down on the Knight King's gilded hair, the new queen slowly raised her head, her right hand curling forward.

Under the resonance of divine will, countless etheric factors spiraled and converged in the sky into a visible silver torrent, and gradually transformed into a silver-white lance in the outstretched slender hand.

hum!

The entire island of Britain resonated with ether, the band of light contracted to its extreme, sweeping across the clouds and forming a large, visible void, as if a stairway had been built from the mortal world to heaven.

The goddess, wielding the holy spear Rungomminiad, looked down upon the mortal world amidst a massive etheric storm and solemnly declared.

"I, Artoria Pendragon, hereby declare that I will accept the Mandate of Heaven, guide Britain, establish the sacred realm of the Round Table, construct the perfect ideal city, and create a thousand-year-old pure white kingdom!"

As the spiral pillar of light rose, it showered down starlight. The Camelot people, bathed in holy light, felt their spirits lifted. The ailments accumulated in their bodies seemed to be swept away by this miracle from the heavens, and they felt as if they had become ten years younger.

"God bless the Queen!"

Those who truly benefited looked up in awe and reverence at the heavens above, at the gates of heaven that tore through the clouds and opened layer by layer, and cheered for the new god of Britain.

A grand crowning ceremony has come to a successful conclusion.

The Queen's reign did not hinder Artoria from issuing orders; on the contrary, within just a few days, countless versions of the story emerged, spreading throughout Camelot and the surrounding cities, becoming a topic of great interest among the British people.

As one of the main figures in the rumors, Samael is estimated to have almost completed the task of spreading the legends about himself transforming into a dragon and having affairs with other humanoid and non-human creatures in various times and places in Britain. He can be associated with almost any legendary species or female creature on the island.

There were even more outrageous rumors.

For example, he ravaged Boudica and her two daughters, as well as the Rose Emperor Nero...

Nero was his illegitimate daughter with Boudica. Christians, who were forcefully suppressed by the Roman Empire, called her the Great Slut of Babylon, the Seven-Headed, Ten-Horned Red Dragon Who Destroyed the World, and the 666 Beast...

Others say that the dragon that plagued the Duchess of Cornwall was the dragon itself; otherwise, where would Artoria get her dragon blood...

Merlin, you're dead meat!