Type-Moon, a human love simulator

The Angsa people also happen to be a pirate nation. Their ability to make a living on the sea is no less than that of the Japanese pirates, and they are even stronger than the Shinto people.

This is the professional match!

Altria frowned, looked at Kailar and said, "Kai, I don't know why, I always have a bad feeling..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 20 Kelar, No Compromise

Hearing this, Kelar frowned and said, "Even you said so. It seems that something really happened to the Ansa people."

If someone else talked about his or her intuition, Kelar would definitely not believe it, but this was Altria, the future Knight King, a hero of the Age of Gods with A-grade intuition.

"Kai, do you guess what happened?" Altria thought for a moment and said, "Yes, if even you don't know, then my feelings wouldn't be so indifferent."

If even someone like Kelar couldn't analyze and understand the situation, then her feeling should be very bad, not as indifferent as it is now.

"I guessed it. After all, Hengist is not an easy person to deal with..." Kelar sighed, "But it still needs to be confirmed. Let's wait for the news first!"

One must remain calm when facing critical situations. Once the news comes back from Morgan, Kelar will know what to do.

As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy. Don't act rashly if you don't understand what's going on.

After Kelar made up his mind, he looked at Altria and said, "Lily, you too, go do what you need to do. If you don't do a good job in the battle formation today, your food will be halved!"

This trick might not be very effective against others, but it works every time against Altria.

Sure enough, the little Daimao, who had originally had a worried look on his face, suddenly showed nervousness on his delicate and exquisite face. His already serious expression became even more solemn, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Altria nodded very seriously and said, "I understand, Kai... I will try my best!"

"Come on, I believe in you!" Kelar casually coaxed the serious little loli away, and then returned to his room to write a plan.

"Before thinking about victory, think about defeat first..." Kelar thought carefully, "If the humble king comes in person, I will definitely not be his opponent. What should I do then?"

Although he felt that the humble king would definitely not go to war against a small lord like him, anything is possible. What if Vtigeng went crazy?

Even if Vortigern had not come, the Ansa people had not taken any action for such a long time. What on earth did Hengist do?

He must be stopped!

"Send this letter to my father."

Kelar thought about it and wrote a letter himself stating the pros and cons, asking Sir Hector, the court steward, to advise King Uther, even at the cost of starting a war.

But, is it really that simple?

Is war really such a joke?

Kelar, who comes from the 21st century and has received higher education, understands one thing very well - war can be started by anyone, but no one is qualified to stop it.

The only condition for stopping the war is that both sides, from top to bottom, from the king to the civilians, can no longer pay the cost of war.

War is not just a few words in a textbook, nor is it just numbers on paper. People will die, many, many people will die.

"Killing is an ominous thing. War is the most ominous thing in the world."

After Kelar sent the letter, his expression became even more twisted and bitter. His rational side said that this decision was right, and this kind of grand conspiracy was the way to defeat the strange with the righteous.

All of Hengist's schemes would be in vain if the Celts went to war.

But on the other hand, Kelar would feel extremely painful about this. Once the war breaks out, death is an absolutely inevitable force of resistance. The casualties of the two nations will only end when one side can no longer bear it.

He knew it, he clearly knew it.

“This is not what I want…”

Kelar was a little confused. What did he just do?

Was it also for the sake of his teaching that he advised King Uther to go to war?

Is it righteousness to do this?

No, he was just afraid of the unknown, and also felt annoyed when his plans couldn't be carried out smoothly and he encountered setbacks.

Kelar was panicking that he could not control the current situation of the Ansa people and could not learn about Hengist's conspiracy, so he was eager to break the situation and get the rhythm and situation back under his control.

Whatever the excuse, starting a war is certainly not a benevolent act, and whatever Hengist did was not an excuse for Kelar to start a war.

If Hengist controlled the minds of the Ansa with cruelty and tyranny, and ignorant religion.

What Kelar should do is definitely not to start a war to interrupt Hengist's plan, but to continue to practice his own ideas and bring true benevolence and education to everyone on the British Isles.

Just as Kelar said to Artoria, if they fight violence with violence, they will never be a match for Vortigern.

Because truth is truth. Even if something is wrong said a thousand times, it is still wrong. It will not become correct just because it is repeated more times.

"Unknowingly, I almost fell into the devil's way."

After sitting all night, Kelar suddenly woke up with a start. He was a warrior who would not feel tired even if he worked for nine days and nine nights without sleep, but in just one night he became haggard and his eyes were bloodshot.

“I am not a saint, but I have already practiced the teachings of a saint.”

"I did make mistakes, but I learned more and saw my heart."

"I, Kelar, will never be corrupted!"

There are always some people who cannot be bought and will never compromise. They will never look back when pursuing their own will, and encountering setbacks will only make them more determined.

There is no doubt that Kelar is such a person.

No one is born without making any mistakes. Knowing one's mistakes can help one improve. After a night of deep meditation, not only did Kelar's faith not break, but he became more determined.

"Killing is unlucky, there is no just war in the world." Kelar's eyes were deep and firm: "I must make up for my mistake."

The letter should have been delivered to the royal capital, Camelot, so it is time for him to go to the royal capital.

But before he could move, the sound of horse hooves like thunder was heard again outside the castle. Hearing this familiar sound, Kelar looked strange.

A BMW is like a car. Different models of BMW have different hoof sounds, and this hoof sound is obviously the sound made by Hector's beloved horse.

Kelar delivered the letter last night, and Hector arrived this morning. Even if the royal capital is less than 70 kilometers away from Maple Ridge, it will take an hour or two to get there, right?

Hector obviously rushed back as soon as he got the news.

It is even possible that the extra hours of waiting were to give Kelar time to sleep.

Seeing Sir Hector return to the castle, the maids and knights in the castle tactfully left the castle, even Altria was no exception.

After all, the relationship between this father and son is really bad. They have a big quarrel almost every time they meet. In order to maintain the dignity of the two lords, they should just do what they have to do!

Kelar also had a headache. If there was anyone who was the biggest enemy of enlightenment, it must be Hector.

Kelar believed that even if he could civilize all the barbarians in Britain, Hector would definitely be the last one to be civilized.

There is no way. This is what parents are like. Parents will never bow to their children.

Hector even wanted to educate Kelar to be a "qualified" Celtic!

He had always been dissatisfied with Kelar's indulgence of the Ansa people, but seeing that Maple Ridge under Kelar's rule not only did not become exhausted because of this act of aiding the enemy, but instead flourished and became the richest territory of the Celts, the barbarian Hector just let it go.

Especially Kelar's centralized behavior in Maple Ridge made the lord completely superior to the knight class and completely control the power in the territory. This made Hector, who had been influenced by King Uther for a long time, admire him very much.

Even the old stubborn King Uther no longer said anything about Kelar's proposal, and even hoped that Artoria could learn Kelar's means of centralizing power.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 21 What we Celts fear least is war

"Hahaha~ My most outstanding son, Kelar, where are you?"

Before he saw the man, Sir Ector's loud laughter had already reached Kelar's ears. His voice was loud and his laughter was so exciting that even the maids and knights who had left the castle far away could hear it clearly.

It's really strange. Every time Sir Hector comes home, he has a big quarrel with Kelar, and then the father and son part ways unhappily. I have never seen Hector so happy to see Kelar.

Kelar was also puzzled, wondering why his old father had changed his personality.

Hector pushed open the door and saw the heroic Kelar. He gave him a bear hug and laughed, "My best son, you finally got it! I can rest assured now..."

"As expected of my son, he actually shares the same ideas as mine!"

No, I think this is an insult to my wisdom and education. Hector is good in every way, but with his brains and skills, if he is asked to manage a small place like Maple Ridge, I'm afraid he will not be able to continue his job and will have to go out to make a living.

The case is solved. No wonder in the original timeline, Artoria and Hector's family would wander around and farm, and only after King Uther's death did they pull out the Sword in the Stone and become king.

"..."

Kelar remained silent, waiting for Hector's next words. This typical Celtic barbarian did not hide his thoughts. He said excitedly, "Kelar, my son, do you know how happy I was when I received your letter yesterday?"

"My son, you have finally become like a Celtic warrior!" Hector laughed loudly, wishing everyone would know what Kelar had done: "War! The thing we Celts fear least is war. We are happy to hear about war!"

"The Celtic warriors were to kill the enemy on the battlefield and drain their blood..."

"...To be honest, my impulsive behavior yesterday is what I regret the most so far."

After carefully observing Hector's expression for a while, Kelar heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "I was originally thinking about how to remedy the situation, but now I don't have to. Fortunately."

"Fortunately, things didn't go in the worst direction!"

From Hector's expression, it was clear that King Uther certainly did not agree to send troops to fight a decisive battle with the Ansa. Fortunately, he did not agree, which saved Kelar a lot of effort.

"..." Hector's laughter suddenly stopped. It was true. His unrestrained and hearty laughter suddenly stopped. He looked at Kelar in disbelief as if he had been betrayed. His voice became louder and louder, almost turning into a roar: "What did you say?!"

"I said, yesterday I made the most regretful decision on impulse. Fortunately, it didn't cause too much impact. I should learn from this and be cautious and think twice before doing anything in the future."

Kelar never shied away from his shortcomings. He was quite frank: "Because of the fear of the unknown situation and the hesitation of not being able to control everything, I offered such slander to King Uther, which made me very regretful."

"Even the slightest deviation in my thinking could have led to such a tragic disaster. In the future, I should be more careful in what I say and do."

Hector was so angry that he almost punched him. Fortunately, after thinking about Kelar's fighting ability, he gave up the idea. It's not that he couldn't beat him, but it was a bit too much to fight with his son seriously.

Apart from being too weak and stupid, his son is almost an impeccable sage, a man who will be able to rival the great wizard Merlin in the future. Many lords envy him for having such a son.

Hector tried to hold back, but finally couldn't hold back any more and yelled, "Then why did you write to me yesterday? God knows how happy I was!"

There is no way. This feeling of being full of joy and then being disappointed is really bad. The fact that Hector did not lose his mind and hit anyone shows that he has been very restrained.

"Father, you don't understand..."

Kelar's eyes, which had always been tenacious and could not be erased by any difficulties, showed a look of desolation for the first time: "You are all Celtic barbarians. You don't understand. You really don't understand..."

As he spoke, Kelar laughed at himself and said, "In fact, the reason why King Uther did not approve my slander was definitely not because he was worried about the death and injury of his people, right?"

"He is just afraid of Vortigern!"

"What do you know? Do you know the power of the humble king on the battlefield?" Hector gritted his teeth and said, "That white dragon that devours light and shadow is a monster! This is the first time I have seen a monster that can defeat the charge of 10,000 knights head-on..."

"If war comes, to defeat King Vortigern and his Ansa people, at least 50,000 knights and the help of Archmage Merlin will be needed..."

“Fifty thousand knights may be a lot, but it is not a difficult task for King Uther.”

Kelar said calmly, "Not to mention that there are more than 10,000 knights directly loyal to him in the capital Camelot, it wouldn't be difficult for King Uther to summon all the Celtic lords in Britain to gather 50,000 knights, right?"

Looking at the entire British Isles, the Celtic population is more than twice that of the Anglo-Saxons. Mobilizing 50,000 knights would just be a stretch, but it was not an impossible condition.

"As for Merlin? That old nightmare is King Uther's court wizard. It shouldn't be difficult for her to take action, right?"

Kelar looked at Hector deeply and said, "If this is the condition for defeating Vortigern, King Uther would have done it long ago."

After all, King Uther was the king of the Celts, and Vortigern had very few Celtic lords under his command, otherwise he would not have to rely on the foreign Ansa.

Seeing Hector's silence, Kelar asked calmly, "Is it because of Morgan?"

If there were only two forces, the winner would have been decided long ago, but today in the British Isles, there are more than just the Celts and the Anglo-Antonians.

"Yes, the Fairy King Morgan, the Nine Fairy Queens of Avalon." Kelar could see this, and Hector had no doubts. He nodded and admitted, "His Majesty King Uther had exactly this consideration."

"Although Your Majesty has become the father of the Fairy King through a ceremony and has obtained the authority over the British Isles, this is fake after all. Morgan is the true King of Britain."

Hector sighed, "But she is the king of fairies, not humans. King Uther must consider all Celts."

"Besides, you only guessed one thing. Besides goblins, there are also Romans."

Hector pointed to the south and said, "Although Rome was divided, Britain took this opportunity to become independent, but the Romans' influence in Britain is still considerable. If we fight against King Vortigern and both of us suffer losses, then the British Isles will once again become 'Britannia'."

Yes, and the Romans.

This is also a force that cannot be ignored on the British Isles today.

It was with the support of the Romans that King Uther was able to gradually recover from the disastrous defeat at the hands of Vortigern.

However, over the years, the Romans have been too low-key and never interfered in Britain's civil strife, allowing undercurrents to surge between Vortigern and King Uther and for them to fight each other.

Perhaps, in the minds of the Romans, a turbulent Britain was in their best interests.