In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Yanan turned to stone.

He then remembered that in ancient Europe, especially among nobles and royalty, such consanguineous marriage was actually very common, because they were completely unaware of the dangers of it.

The nobility of this era strongly supported the theory of bloodline, especially emphasizing blood politics. They liked to strengthen alliances through consanguineous marriages and improve the succession sequence by forging descendants through closer noble bloodlines. Therefore, marriage between close relatives was frequent.

Therefore, in order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, they generally only choose nobles of similar status as marriage partners, and the royal family is a typical example of this.

Anyone with even a slight understanding of political marriages within European royal families knows that chaotic marriages are rampant, a veritable tangled mess.

This phenomenon was prevalent throughout ancient Europe, with ancient Egypt being the most representative example. For instance, Ramses II, one of the representatives of the Moon Haha team, was actually the son of his father and aunt in real history, and he also married three of his own daughters.

The Chinese people did a great job in this regard. As early as the pre-Qin period, people believed that "men and women with the same surname will not have many children" and "people with the same surname should not marry, for fear that they will not reproduce." They even proposed a stricter avoidance policy than the modern one, which was "no marriage within five degrees of mourning".

After Qin Shi Huang unified the country and enfeoffed counties, replacing the "family-based world" with the "public world," bloodline politics was basically completely replaced, and such cases of royal family members marrying indiscriminately have never occurred again.

However, Yanan also knew that with his current influence, it was basically impossible to deny this tradition that had lasted for thousands of years in one fell swoop, and he might even be suspected of having ulterior motives.

At least until he defeats Vortigern and centralizes all power, such a thing is out of the question.

He leaned back in his chair, wearily rubbed his temples, and glanced at the women.

Slud and Yulina were clearly well-prepared. The former wore a short skirt, revealing a pair of long, fair legs, while the latter wore a low-cut dress, revealing a deep cleavage, showcasing the best aspects of her body.

Artoria was wearing the blue dress she wore to Morgan's party. Because she was not affected by the power of the sword in the stone, her body was able to develop normally. Although she has not yet reached the level of Yurina, she has already taken shape.

Nidhogg still had the same long, straight black hair as before, with basically no change, but it perfectly matched Anan's aesthetic.

As Britain's top magician and the eldest princess of Camelot, Morgan always exudes a mature, intellectual, mysterious, and noble charm that is very attractive.

Which one should I choose?

Chapter 43 Even death cannot separate us.

Slud and Yurina stared at Anahn with gleaming eyes, like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of meat.

Artoria lowered her head, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

Nidhogg crossed his arms, looking completely indifferent, and even yawned in boredom.

Morgan looked at Yanan with a smile, her eyes filled with tenderness.

“Alright, I’ve made up my mind.” Yanan raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the women, then pointed forward with his finger. “It’s you.”

The women looked in the direction he was pointing, and their gazes converged on—

Nidhogg!

"What!?" Miss Black Dragon looked completely bewildered, pointing at herself. "Me?"

Yanan nodded: "Yes, it's you."

After much deliberation, he still felt that Nidhogg was the most suitable candidate.

Yurina's identity dictates that she cannot be exposed to the public—the king's wife is actually a monster who eats people, and if this gets out, it will surely cause panic among the people.

Artoria had spent the most time with him and had the deepest bond with him, but he had always regarded her as his younger sister and student. Moreover, the throne would eventually be returned to Artoria, and if she became the queen, the succession would become very complicated.

Morgan was actually a good candidate for the princess. She was shrewd, intelligent, elegant, and had the air of a queen. However, the idea of ​​her marrying her own sister always made Anan feel strange and somewhat unable to accept it.

That leaves only Slud and Nidhogg as options.

To be honest, Slud is actually a more suitable candidate than Nidhogg. She is gentle, considerate, intelligent, and has a strong learning ability. Apart from cooking, she can quickly master anything and has helped Anan a lot.

However, Anan knew very well that the main reason why Slud was so obedient to him was that he had inherited the original rune.

Slud was the sole survivor of Ragnarok. Unable to accept this fate, she wandered aimlessly in Valhalla for over a thousand years. It was only with the appearance of Anahn that she found meaning in continuing to exist.

But what she valued was not [Anan] himself, but rather his identity as [the original rune inheritor].

She would do anything for Anahn without complaint, even marry him.

But this wasn't driven by emotion; it was simply a matter of wanting to help my master because he was in trouble.

This is not what Yanan wanted.

So he chose Nidhogg.

Although he once joked with Nidhogg, saying, "How about I call you Mom?", he actually only inherited Nidhogg's power. In terms of blood ties and caregiving, he and Nidhogg cannot be considered true mother and son. This is fundamentally different from his relationship with Morgan and Artoria.

Secondly, after spending so much time with Nidhogg, he realized from his true feelings that he did indeed have some different feelings for Nidhogg.

"Wait...wait...why me? I only wanted to come and watch the show..."

Nidhogg took a few steps back, a hint of panic on his face.

She had only heard that Anaene was recently being bothered by her marriage, so she agreed to Morgan's offer out of curiosity and wanted to see Anaene make a fool of herself.

But why did it turn out like this?!

"Oh? So you disagree?" Morgan's lips curled into a graceful smile. "Then there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, Anan, it seems there's no result this time. But don't worry, I'll go and prepare a selection ceremony for you right away, and you'll definitely find a girl you like then."

With that, she turned and walked outside.

"Wait a moment."

Yanan stopped Morgan, then turned to Nidhogg and said seriously, "Nidhogg, are you really going to refuse me?"

"I...I..." Nidhogg's eyes darted around, his heart pounding.

Did I really only come here to watch the show?

Why did I feel a strange sense of panic when I heard that he was getting married?

Am I really planning to reject him?

So why did I feel happy when he said he chose me, instead of resisting him at all?

What should I do?

Memories flooded his mind like a tide, from their first meeting in the mental space to their escape from the Norse kingdom. Scenes flashed before Nidhogg's eyes like a revolving lantern, until finally, only those black eyes remained.

Ah... I see...

My world was once shrouded in darkness. All beings saw me as the embodiment of the end of the world, the destination of death, an ominous curse, and a prison of despair. They feared me, were afraid of me, hated me, and loathed me.

But you are different. You never rejected death and told death what it truly means to be alive.

You are the only one who gave life to death.

Meeting you is truly the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me.

Is it greed? But I really want more from you...

"I... I promise you."

......

......

The news of the wedding was like a bomb dropped on the sea, creating a huge wave that stunned the entire nation of Britain.

Everyone was speculating about what kind of person the woman was who could be chosen by the Chosen King.

No matter how much they inquired, all they could get in the end was the strange name "Nid".

The people of Camelot cheered all day long, arm in arm, in the streets. They didn't care about the queen's status. In their eyes, the fact that their respected king had finally found his other half was something to be happy about.

Feuerius was finally relieved of his long-standing burden, and a long-lost smile appeared on his old face.

Two months later, the wedding took place as scheduled. Representatives from various kingdoms came with generous gifts, and even the King of Ireland sent an envoy. The ceremony was even grander than the original coronation ceremony.

Inside the church, elegantly dressed guests sat in their seats, and bright light shone through the stained glass windows, casting countless vibrant colors, creating a dreamlike, fairy-tale atmosphere.

Tristan stood in the corner, holding a harp and playing melodious and cheerful tunes. A blonde girl sat closest to him, her eyes filled with love.

"Hey, is marriage really such a terrifying thing?" Kai, sitting in the front row, secretly asked Lancelot next to him.

"Why do you say that?" the Knight of the Lake asked him, puzzled.

"Then why are the teacher's hands shaking so badly?" Kai gestured towards Anahn, who was standing in front of the pulpit. "I've never seen the teacher so nervous before."

"Well, even if you asked me, I wouldn't know how to answer that," Lancelot said, scratching his head.

"Stop pretending with me. I've heard that the princess's name is Elaine, right?" Kai rolled his eyes, but a hint of envy appeared on his face. "Damn it, why do you get to have such good luck?"

“This…” Lancelot could only scratch his head awkwardly and give a sheepish smile.

"Are you feeling down?" Merlin asked, looking at Artoria beside him.

“No.” Artoria shook her head, looking at Anahn with a hint of gentleness in her azure eyes. “He is both my brother and my teacher, the one who guides me on my path. So, no matter what happens, as long as he can find happiness, that is something to be happy about for me.”

“You’ve always been like this, always focusing on others but never on yourself.” Merlin’s hand brushed Artoria’s golden hair, and he sighed regretfully. “Do you know how tiring it is for you to live like this?”

“There’s nothing I can do. Maybe I was destined to be this kind of person from the day I was born,” Artoria said with a smile.

Merlin stared blankly at Artoria, a complex expression appearing in his eyes: "You've really grown up, Lily."

“But you’re not entirely without a chance, are you? No one says a king can only have one wife, right?” The Flower Magician suddenly put on a smug expression, glanced around furtively, and whispered to Artoria, “It’s okay if he doesn’t want to. You can always marry him after you inherit the throne!”

Artoria blushed and, embarrassed and annoyed, stomped on Merlin's foot.

"it hurts--!!"

The doors opened, and Nidhogg, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, walked step by step down the red carpet towards Anahn, led by Morgan.

Everyone was stunned by the bride's beauty, and only a few people noticed something unusual.

“This Ned, like King Arthur, has black hair and black eyes.”

Morgan smiled and offered Nidhogg's hand to Annan, only to find the latter still looking dazed, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.

"Catch it!"

"Ah? Oh!"

Anan hurriedly grasped Nidhogg's hand, his grip slightly too strong due to nervousness.

"You're hurting me," Nidhogg pouted, though she didn't actually feel anything at all.

"I'm sorry." Yanan's mind was completely a mess, and he had no idea what he was doing.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time he had attended his own wedding.

"Do you think I look pretty today?" Nidhogg asked, tilting his head.

Yanan instinctively replied, "You're beautiful every day!"