The King of Elden does not die alone!

"Ah, this..." Kai was confused.

He was not quite sure why King Brydin would make such a request.

Kai swallowed.

He took a step back, half-knelt, and drew his sword in a manner that would not overstep his authority.

Well, that one-handed sword, and then two-handed presented.

"This..." Brighton bent down and looked at the sword carefully.

"I thought it would be longer and studded with gold."

He muttered, a look of dissatisfaction showing on his face.

The little King Brydin of Lancaster straightened up, stepped on Merlin and said loudly:

"Merlin, can you swear to the late king that this is the sword in the stone?"

"what?"

Merlin blinked innocently.

"Huh?" Braden also stared at him.

"Uh..." Kaize felt like he was tricked and was speechless.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange awkwardness.

After a few seconds.

Merlin, Mia, Kai, even Wilder.

They all turned their heads and looked at Altria.

"Gu..." The girl subconsciously took half a step back.

Then I immediately realized that I shouldn't retreat at this time.

So he took a step back and took off the sheathed sword from his waist.

"Your Majesty, this is the Sword in the Stone."

-

All night long...

Some are hard to write, and even painful to write...

I want to finish this plot quickly but it just gets harder and harder to write.

The original character growth and highlights cannot be inserted, and it feels like the writing is becoming more and more boring.

Ah, the pressure is so great and I have some stomach cramps.

Chapter 91. Angry at the Internet Fraudster Merlin!

Artoria displayed the Sword in the Stone in her hand.

Just as the rumors said, it was a sword worthy of the noble status of the Supreme King.

When the sword appeared before King Brydin, he was overwhelmed by its brilliant brilliance.

If such a knight came before him with such a sword in hand and the prophecy in his hand, King Brydin would choose to surrender, just as he did to King Uther more than a decade ago.

He was the first of the princes to respond to King Uther's call and be loyal to him, and more than ten years later, he was still willing to be the first.

Everything will happen naturally.

But the only problem is.

"Did you pull out this sword?" the king looked at Altria.

"Yes." Altria replied.

Brighton didn't quite believe it and stared at Merlin again, wanting to get an answer.

Merlin's answer was naturally no different from Altria's.

"I swear by the Holy Spirit of King Uther," Merlin said seriously, which was unusual for him. "Altria Pendragon is the descendant of King Uther. It was she who pulled out the sword from the stone."

Brydin stared at Merlin for a moment.

Then he turned around and sat back on his throne without saying a word.

"Guards, get out of here." He waved his hand and sent the guards away, leaving a few people alone.

There was a long silence.

He felt that Merlin would not lie to him.

Then Brydin spoke up: "So King Uther had no son?"

"Well... that's exactly what happened." Merlin replied.

"But I still vaguely remember that it was you who ran through the streets of Londinium announcing the birth of King Uther's eldest son?"

Merlin looked away under Brydin's serious gaze.

She tapped the floor with her toes feeling guilty: "Well...hahaha, actually the princess was still giving birth at that time...haha."

"So instead of correcting your own mistakes, you continued to make them?"

"..."

Brighton was indeed a king, even if he was one of only seven remaining princes on the British Isles, he was still a king.

As the absolute ruler of his country, even though he has lost his left hand, his eyes are still sharp.

"Then why now? You can't hide it anymore? Or, you don't want to hide it anymore?"

"Because the prophecy was wrong." Merlin explained hesitantly: "We were not supposed to meet here."

"Prophecy, another prophecy." Brydin shook his head. "You are not an angel, nor a druid. You do not love God enough, nor do you respect nature enough. Merlin, what kind of sweet words did you use to deceive Uther? Perhaps, if it were not for your prophecy, he would not have been killed by Vortigern."

"It's just the wrong gender, it's not a big deal, right?" Merlin stammered and argued.

"Merlin!" Kai whispered.

He obviously saw that Brighton's face changed immediately after hearing Merlin's words.

"Not a big deal?!"

"Fortunately, your prophecy was wrong!" The old king pointed at Merlin and shouted angrily: "If your prophecy had developed in the right way, no one would have discovered that King Uther had no son, right?"

"She," Brightin pointed at Altria with trembling fingers. The king's anger had reached a critical point.

"She is not a knight, she is the daughter of the High King! Is this how you forged the identity of the High King's daughter? If your prophecy develops according to the correct path, will you announce her daughter's identity?"

"No..." Merlin said guiltily but honestly.

"So you want a woman to be king? You want to declare that to all of Britain? And then what? A queen for your king? And will the queen be a man or a woman?"

"Ah, I think it will be a man? You made a woman the king, why can't you arrange a man as the queen? Are you going to help a man become the Queen of Britain?"

"Ridiculous!" Brighting slapped the armrest of the throne hard.

The round marble handrail made a dull sound. "How could you do something so unorthodox?"

"Listen to my explanation, King Brydin." Merlin said, "This matter can still be salvaged. As long as you don't reveal the truth of this matter to anyone, as long as Altria wears men's clothes, I can continue to conceal this matter."

Merlin's Explanation

"Merlin!" King Brydin glared and shouted, "If the archbishop were here, he would immediately excommunicate you!"

"I have sworn a lifelong oath before God to be loyal to King Uther's bloodline, but I don't want a woman dressed as a man to be king, nor a man dressed as a woman to be queen. If she is a woman, she should be the queen, and if he is a man, he should be the king!"

"Britain is a country of knights and glory. It does not need lies!" King Brydin shouted.

"Merlin, I heard that your father is a nightmare and your mother is a human, but it seems to me that you have only inherited your father, that monster's twisted worldview!"

Merlin said nothing under Brydin's scolding.

He lowered his head and stared at the ground in front of him.

Perhaps the king was right.

He really does find it difficult to understand the ways of the human society, but he just likes humans.

Perhaps, it is because he is a hybrid of human and fantasy species, and the contradictions of the two are combined into one person.

Merlin's silence was noticed by Altria.

She took a step forward. "King Brydin, please don't be too hard on Merlin. He is actually an excellent teacher."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." Merlin bowed.

The king closed his eyes, exhaled, and leaned back in his chair.

When he opened his eyes again, he stared at Altria.

"You are a girl," Wang said.

"Yes." Altria nodded generously.

"But this is still not in line with tradition." King Brydin frowned: "If this is the case, then the heir to the throne should be Morgan, Morgan Pendragon."

Morgan is Altria's sister.

If a king has no male heirs, his kingdom will be inherited by his eldest daughter, and the second heir will be the second daughter.

If the king has one, then no matter how many sisters the male heir has, the first right of succession will automatically be transferred to his head, and the eldest daughter will become the second heir.

order of succession,

This was not a matter of concern when King Brightin still believed that Altria was a man.

But what if Artoria is a female and the second child of King Uther?

Then, she would be second in line to the throne, after her sister Morgan Pendragon.

The question now is, if both Altria and Morgan are women, then who should they swear allegiance to?

The struggle for succession to the throne has always been accompanied by blood and gore since ancient times.

"But Morgan is only a stepdaughter," Merlin said.

Brighton didn't like Merlin very much. When he heard Merlin speak again, he glared in that direction.

Merlin had a point.

In terms of bloodline, Altria is undoubtedly more orthodox than Morgan.

"Moreover, Artoria pulled out the Sword in the Stone. She is the king predicted." Merlin said again.

"But your prediction has failed once, hasn't it?" the king sneered.

He then thought with a gloomy face.

He was not familiar with Morgan. Apart from a few encounters in King Uther's court, he had not mentioned the name for many years.

Morgan was married by Uther to a king further north, close to the wild northern plateau and the Picts living on the plateau. Outside Hadrian's Wall, it was almost no longer British land.

Although the Picts were Celts like the Britons, they were unwilling to accept civilization and were as terrifying as wild beasts. Before the arrival of the Romans, they were feared by the tribes in the south.

Uther married his stepdaughter to the border of Britain, which had a sense of exile.

"Altria Pendragon, Your Highness." Brightin looked at the girl and said, "Do you know what kind of king the British want?"

Altria nodded seriously: "We can drive the Anglo-Saxons off this island and recover our lost land."

"If you were such a king, what do you think is most important?" Brighting asked again.

Altria thought for a moment before answering, "My...people?"

"Yes and no." Brighton shook his head: "Your Highness, let me ask you, what do you think of my city?"

"The market is prosperous, the streets are neat, the buildings are complete, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. It is the best city I have ever seen." Altria answered sincerely.

"Will this allow us to defeat the Ansa?" asked Bredin.

The answer is obvious.

"We are like a kingdom built on sand, Your Highness," said Bredin. "No matter how magnificent and beautiful we build our cities, they are only a step away from the giant's feet."

"We need strength, strength that can contend with Vortigern."