In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Within a few days, the first batch of grain was loaded.

However, with so much food, Yanan certainly couldn't just hand it over to Halien.

He needs to send someone with him.

After much deliberation, he ultimately chose Lancelot.

"Are you really going to give me this task?"

Lancelot was somewhat flattered, after all, such an important task should have been entrusted to the person he trusted most.

“You are the person I trust the most,” Yanan patted him on the shoulder and smiled.

Lancelot felt a tremor in his heart, and a strange warmth welled up inside him.

He took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "In that case, leave it to me. I'll stake the name of Lancelot on it, and I will definitely not let you down!"

Yanan nodded: "I'm counting on you."

He watched Halion's fleet sail away from the harbor, then turned and returned to Camelot.

The money issue has been resolved; the next thing to focus on is people.

Two years ago, before heading north, he issued a conscription order, stating that anyone who could pass the Trial Road could unconditionally join his knightly order.

Now, two years later, according to Felius's statistics, more than 500 knights have passed the Trial Road.

Anan incorporated them all into the Knights, and even found several familiar names among them.

“Percival, Geraint, even those two are here. That means, aside from the yet-to-be-born Gawain, Gahoris, Gareth, Aldwin, Mordred, and Galahad, almost all the other Knights of the Round Table are present. It's a pity Tristan is Duke Marco's subordinate, so there's nothing I can do... um?”

Looking at Tristan's name at the very bottom of the list, Yanan blinked twice in bewilderment.

At first, he thought it was just a coincidence of names, but when he arrived at the military camp and saw that familiar fiery red hair, he realized that it really was that sad knight.

He immediately found Feuerius and asked him what had happened.

“Tristan has fallen out with Duke Marco, supposedly over a woman from Ireland named Isolde,” Feuerius said.

A sense of melancholy rose in Yanan's heart; he hadn't expected that in the end, this uncle and nephew still couldn't escape their original fate.

Chapter Forty-Two: Selecting a Concubine

After much deliberation, Yanan decided to help Tristan out.

This sorrowful knight's life has been tragic enough; it would be too cruel to deprive him of even this last glimmer of hope.

He asked Yulina to invite Tristan to his study.

"My King."

Tristan bowed slightly, and although his expression remained unchanged, his melancholy and somber demeanor became even more pronounced.

“Sir Tristan, do you know what this is?” Yanan asked, holding a red invitation card.

“I don’t know.” Tristan shook his head.

“It’s an invitation from Duke Marco to me.” Yanan casually tossed the invitation onto the table; Marco and Isolde’s names were printed on it. “In a month, he will marry Princess Isolde of Ireland.”

Tristan kept his head down, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

“I already know about your affair with this princess,” Anan leaned back in his high-backed chair. “Now, I want you to answer truthfully: do you truly love Isolde?”

“Of course I love her!” Tristan said without hesitation.

He could never forget that angelic woman, with hair more dazzling than gold, eyes clearer than lake water, a smile warmer than the sun, and a voice more beautiful than a nightingale.

Most importantly, he heard the most beautiful melody he had ever heard in his life from the other person's heart.

That was a kind of happiness that the sorrowful knight had never experienced.

“But you should also know that she is your uncle’s fiancée. This is an incestuous relationship. If word gets out, you will be condemned by everyone, and you may never be able to bear the name of a knight again.” Anan’s dark eyes stared at Tristan. “Do you really have the courage to bear such a price?”

A breeze blew in through the window, ruffling Tristan's long hair.

"Why feel sad when you have such beautiful hair?"

The girl's voice echoed in his ears.

He took a deep breath, a resolute look appearing in his eyes: "For Isolde, I am willing to give up everything!"

Anan stared at him for a while, a faint smile appearing on his lips, and nodded slightly: "I understand."

He dismissed Tristan, then activated the primordial runes, traveled to Cornwall, and found Duke Marco.

"My King!" Duke Marco was utterly terrified. Camelot and Cornwall were thousands of kilometers apart; how could this king have suddenly appeared here?

"Duke Marco, you seem a little nervous when you see me?" Yanan looked at him with a half-smile.

"Your Majesty, you jest. I was just a little surprised." Duke Marco forced a stiff smile and quickly said, "Your Majesty, please wait here for a moment. I will send someone to arrange a banquet immediately."

“No need. I’ve come here simply to ask Duke Marco a few questions.” Anan sat down in the main seat without any ceremony. “When I marched north, I conscripted soldiers from all the lords of Camelot. Duke Marco clearly had 20,000 troops under his command, but in the end, he only sent 10,000. Why is that?”

Marco smiled wryly and said, "Your Majesty, as you know, Cornwall is a coastal region, and there are many pirates here. For the safety of our people, I must leave some soldiers behind."

“I have indeed heard of that,” Anan nodded slightly. “But why have you not gone to Camelot for two consecutive years?”

Marco's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "This...this...I'm usually very busy, and when I get busy..."

"Too many things to do? How do you plan to explain all of this?"

With a casual wave of his hand, letters fell from the void, covering the entire table.

How could this be? I already have all these things... Looking at the name on the letter, Marco's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinholes, his face turned as pale as paper, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Anan's soft voice reached his ears: "Duke Marco, you should know very well that I have always been—"

"Slay them all!"

The cold words carried a chilling murderous intent.

"I was wrong, Your Majesty!" Duke Marco knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times. "It was a moment of confusion that led me to commit such a grave mistake. Please, Your Majesty, have mercy on me this time!"

“I am not a heartless man. Considering that you were the first to express your support for me, I will give you a chance.” Yanan looked coldly at Marco. “From this day forward, the Marco family’s territory will be moved from Cornwall to Tromont, and their title will be reduced from Duke to Earl.”

Marco was stunned. Tromont was located in the North, a world away from Cornwall in the South. Moreover, it was covered in ice and snow all year round, with a terrible environment and no precious specialties. Being sent to such a place was almost no different from being exiled!

His title was also reduced by two ranks, which means that unless a miracle happens in the future, the Marco family will basically never be able to rise again!

But seeing Yanan's cold and stern face, Marco could only swallow all his grief and indignation, and lower his head to say, "Thank you, my king!"

News of the Marco family's misfortune quickly spread throughout Camelot. After learning a little about it, the nobles immediately instructed their families to never associate with the Marco family again.

The crime of treason is undoubtedly a grave offense in any country or era.

The king only exiled Marco instead of exterminating his entire family, which was considered a rare act of mercy by the nobles.

It was precisely because of this incident that many nobles who were initially wary of the king because of the loss of their army were put at ease.

How could such a benevolent king possibly be hostile to them?

Some people even put themselves in Wang's shoes and felt that what he did was actually understandable.

After all, they would certainly feel uneasy if they saw that the nobles under their command controlled more troops than they did.

In an instant, Yanan's prestige among the nobility rose to a new peak.

Subsequently, the King of Ireland also announced that he would immediately annul his engagement to the Duke of Marco.

In fact, he didn't want to enter into this marriage with Marco, but he had no choice but to agree because he heard that Marco had a close relationship with the legendary Chosen King.

Now that this has happened, he has no more reservations and immediately kicked Marco out.

Upon hearing the news, Tristan immediately traveled to Ireland to propose marriage to the King of Ireland.

The King of Ireland had always been very pleased with this sorrowful knight, especially after hearing that he had successfully passed the trials of the chosen king and entered the legendary knightly order. He was overjoyed and immediately agreed to Tristan's request.

Thus, this tragic knight, whose fate was full of twists and turns, finally found his own happiness.

"In that case, that guy will at least be able to play some cheerful tunes from now on, right?" Yanan waved the invitation in his hand, looking at the names Tristan and Isolde on it, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

“It’s certainly a joyous occasion that lovers are finally united,” Morgan said, walking gracefully and snatching the invitation from her brother’s hand. “But what about you, Annan?”

The chosen one, who had once slain a god-king, stormed into the divine realm, and remained unfazed even when facing the Moon's Ultimate Being, now showed a rare hint of panic, her eyes darting around as she said, "Um, this shouldn't have anything to do with me, right, Sister Queen..."

“Annan, you’re eighteen now. It’s time to think about getting married,” Morgan said earnestly.

Yanan rubbed his temples, looking troubled. This wasn't the first time Morgan had come to him about this.

In fact, besides her, Feuerius had also subtly hinted at it to him many times, but he had always pretended not to know.

Indeed, by current world standards, boys should be married and have children by the age of thirteen or fourteen. Someone like him, who is still single at eighteen, is already considered an anomaly.

Moreover, he is a king, and it is indeed somewhat unreasonable that he has not left any offspring.

"But Sister Wang, I haven't found a girl I like yet, so who am I supposed to marry?" Yanan spread his hands helplessly.

“Who says you can’t get married if you don’t have a girl you like?” Morgan gave him a strange look. “Feelings can be cultivated over time, just like our father, King Uther. He got married without ever meeting his mother, but they were very happy together afterward.”

Yanan was speechless with emotion. It was true that modern people and their thinking were incompatible with those of ancient people.

"In short, I really don't plan to consider that right now—Vortigern is ambitiously preparing to revive the Age of Gods, so I need to deal with him first, right?" He shrugged.

“That’s precisely why you need to take a wife.” Morgan looked at Ananen earnestly. “Ananen, you are not just yourself; you are also the King of Camelot, and you bear the hopes of millions of Camelot’s people. Even if you don’t plan to consider having children now, you should at least get married first, right?”

Yanan was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Alright, I understand. What do you plan to do?"

Morgan smiled beautifully: "I know you don't want to marry a strange girl, so I'm not going to hold any kind of selection contest for you. Let's keep it simple."

She clapped her hands, and the door suddenly opened, with several figures filing in.

"Slud, Yurina, Lily, Nidhogg..."

Looking at the awkward and uneasy women in front of him, Anan blinked twice in confusion: "What do you mean by this?"

“Choose your future queen from among them, my dear brother,” Morgan said with a smile.

"Princess? You mean them?" Yanan's eyes widened instantly.

“Of course, these are the opposite sexes you’re closest to. You’re probably more familiar with them than with strangers, right? That way, you won’t have to worry about getting along with them in the future,” Morgan said.

“I can forgive everyone else, but can you explain to me why Lily is here too?” Anaen pointed at Artoria.

Artoria blushed slightly, lowered her head and played with her fingers, remaining silent.

“What’s so strange about that? Marrying your own sister isn’t anything unusual. If you want, I can marry you too,” Morgan said matter-of-factly.