From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 457 She possesses all the qualities of a knight.

This statement immediately made everything clear to all the onlookers.

So they were all just there to make up the numbers? This girl was probably chosen long ago? And she's just here to go through the motions?

Everyone seemed disappointed. At this moment, people all over the world felt a sense of dissatisfaction. They had thought this was a "fair" selection, but in the end, was it still a celebration for the privileged?

"That doesn't make sense either. She's not a noblewoman, not the Celtic chosen one, and not the child of the Tree of Life. Why would it be her?" King Arthur's question was also the question of everyone else.

Throughout European mythology, almost all "heroes and kings" have a glorious background. They are either the sons of kings or the sons of grand dukes, or at the very least, war heroes—all well-known figures.

Because they firmly believed in the theory of bloodline and lineage, they still believed that nobles and royalty possessed divine power.

This idea remains prevalent in modern times, with many people still striving for a noble title. Therefore, if this were to happen to a descendant of a noble family, they would have no doubts.

Morrigan didn't speak, but instead stroked the girl's face, which had become rough and dry from the constant blowing of the morning breeze.

Upon touching her, a beam of light appeared behind the girl, completely covering the screen belonging to Merlin in London.

In the video, they saw a girl named Livia Wilde, when she was just a little girl.

That year, she was five years old. In the wind by the Welsh sea, the girl listened to her father's stories, buried her mother, and then buried her father in the cold wind.

So, a five-year-old girl, living on a small farm by the sea, relied on her family's small plot of land and a few sheep to survive little by little.

She followed in her father's footsteps, farming, herding sheep, eating, playing with ravens, and then returning alone to her small home, tidying herself up nicely.

But how much power can an orphan girl have?

One winter, because she didn't know to reinforce the house, she was buried in the snow, her feet were frostbitten and it took a long time to heal, and she almost died.

"Goddess Morrigan, please bless me..." The girl's soft prayer in the snow brought tears to everyone's eyes.

The little girl, her face red from the cold in the snow, looked miserable, but she didn't give up. Instead, she prayed to the gods her mother had prayed to.

At that very moment, everyone was moved by the actions of this little girl!

She's so young! How much suffering and hardship has she endured to remain steadfast in this life-or-death crisis without shedding a single tear?

With her prayers, the snow stopped, and the fire in the house was miraculously lit again. The little girl crawled out of the snowdrift, gritted her teeth, and painstakingly tidied up her little home, and life began again.

But because of this, her feet developed a chronic condition, and her small body often walked with a limp.

She became smarter. In this struggle between life and death, she learned how to build her own little house, how to avoid natural disasters, how to herd sheep and farm, and how to make her life better.

This little girl did not die in pain, nor did she struggle in despair. Instead, she relied on her small body to live a small life on this harsh and cold land.

She would sow seeds in the spring and harvest them in the autumn. She would shear the sheep and buy herself new things to reward herself for her hard work.

She carried a shepherd's stick and tended her sheep by the sea. In an era when almost no one revered the Celtic gods, she built a small temple and placed statues of several Celtic deities there.

She didn't have time to go to school and didn't know what the other gods were like. She only knew the names of a few goddesses and worshipped only a few of them.

She occasionally had to chase away wolves and confront certain wild animals. From being so frightened that she stuttered at first, to later glaring angrily, she grew a lot.

Because she hadn't spoken to others for a long time, she would stutter a little when talking to people, and she would walk with a limp.

But she was simple, kind, devout, and patriotic. She would donate money when she heard on the radio that the country needed her, and she would give directions to every tourist who came to the beach, even though she herself was not doing well. She was like an iris on the beach, slender and upright, yet still living tenaciously and optimistically, until she heard the King's announcement to the entire Federation on the radio.

So the grown-up girl drove the sheep to a faraway place to sell them, then hurriedly ran back, put on the cloak she had sewn herself, and headed towards a town she had never been to before.

After a bumpy journey of asking for directions, hitchhiking, and rushing around, it took me five days to travel from the Welsh coast to London and become one of the countless applicants.

“The king needs help, so I have come,” she said softly.

The scene disappeared, leaving only King Arthur, looking somewhat lost and forlorn.

Morrigan, the Irish warrior, looked at Livia with loving eyes and said softly, "Child, I heard your prayers, so I stopped the snow, and I lit a fire for you!"

"I have given you the protection of this cloak, so that you may get through the most difficult times!"

“You are the most devout believer on the island of Great Britain. I promised you then that you would become the king of this island!”

Upon hearing this, the girl was somewhat stunned, then nodded gently.

So many years of prayer and sacrifice have made her completely believe in the existence of gods, so naturally she would not disobey them.

And everyone who saw these scenes and heard the words of the gods had no power to refute them.

The suffering this girl endured was unimaginable to them. She survived in such a cold environment by the sea, and lived for many years!

She retained her piety and kindness, and still maintained her love for this country.

She didn't complain or give up on herself; she simply lived in this world, making herself survive little by little, and even optimistically helped others.

Honestly, no one can match her, and no one can deny the chivalry that shines through her in this life.

Optimism, cheerfulness, resilience, compassion, mercy, justice... all the virtues of a knight are manifested in her and shine brightly.

That brilliance of humanity was enough to make many rats in the gutter feel ashamed, and it also made the girl's image even more noble.

“Arthur, continue your trial!” Morrigan said. “She still needs to come into your sight; that is your choice!”

Upon hearing this, Livia stepped forward, approached King Arthur, and said, "Please do my best, Your Majesty King Arthur!"

She was also very humble, and King Arthur discovered another virtue in this girl. He even began to admire her. But the gods were right; the trial could not be abandoned. If this girl could not defeat him in a fight, he would not allow her to ascend the throne.

But the girl certainly doesn't lack courage. A girl who has lived alone for more than ten years has even seen wild animals, so why would she be afraid?

The two stood still, swords in hand. This time, King Arthur didn't even let the other attack first. Instead, he decisively charged towards Livia, his armored body exuding an unparalleled aura as he pressed down on the slender girl.

This time, however, the girl didn't just stand there dumbfounded. Instead, holding her wooden sword, she stared directly at King Arthur and, with a slight limp, quickly made way for him.

Then, without hesitation, she turned and swung her sword down, but King Arthur blocked it from behind.

Because it was a temporary parry, his attack no longer made the girl's sword waver. The next moment, the two attacks appeared together again. The horizontal slash, which was full of exquisite power and skill, was blocked by the girl's almost intuitive and agile hand.

"Two moves!" someone said, and all the spectators held their breath. They didn't even realize that they were anticipating the girl's growth and victory, just like watching an ordinary person truly become a king!
Just as King Arthur was about to use the same trick again to knock the sword out of the girl's hand, the girl in front of him resolutely stepped forward and used her hands, which had been used countless times to plow the fields and herd sheep, to catch the last blow!
"Clang!" A violent tremor came, even causing her to stagger. Her hands were covered in cracks, but she still did not fall.

"You've passed..." King Arthur looked at the girl with a complicated expression, and also at the deity beside her. "Next, the trial isn't over yet!"

(End of this chapter)