In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Nidhogg blushed slightly and muttered under her breath, "Glib talker."

Cantreber, dressed in a red bishop's robe, stood on the pulpit and spoke in a soft voice:

"From this day forward, another happy couple will be born in this world. Under the witness of the Lord, they will walk hand in hand to reach the eternity of life."

Cantreber turned to Nidhogg: "Will you marry this man? To love him, protect him, respect him, until death do you part?"

Nidhogg nodded. "I do."

Cantreber then turned to Yanan: "Will you marry this woman? Love her, protect her, respect her, until the very end?"

Yanan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't want to."

"because--"

He suddenly leaned forward and, in the instant Nidhogg's eyes widened, kissed those soft red lips.

"We cannot be separated until death."

Chapter 44 Nidhogg's Worries

Two months have passed since that wedding that shocked all of Britain, but the aftershocks have not yet subsided.

People still talk about that grand wedding from time to time, especially the king's words, "Until death do us part," which are etched into the hearts of countless young men and women like the Bible.

This phrase has become a sensation throughout Britain, and even the most romantic bards have had to admit that it is the most beautiful love confession they have ever heard.

He was both noble and powerful, as well as gentle and romantic, and was said to possess a handsome appearance that rivaled that of the gods. Why did such a perfect king end up marrying an unknown woman?

The princesses, who considered themselves noble, could not accept this outcome. In their view, they were the ones who were more suitable to be the chosen king.

After being subjected to a barrage of crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide, their father finally gave in and sent messengers to the Chosen King to plead for a chance for their daughters to prove themselves.

However, the King of Destiny refused without hesitation.

"My wife is the most perfect woman in the world. Having her alone is enough for me."

"You...you really said that?"

Nidhogg said softly, her delicate face suddenly flushed with a breathtaking blush.

“If I don’t say it like this, I’ll be driven crazy by those guys sooner or later.” Yanan twirled Nidhogg’s black hair with his hand and sighed helplessly. “I really don’t understand. This is clearly my own business. What right do those guys have to interfere? Honestly, I really want to kick those guys in the ass.”

“Actually, it wouldn’t be a problem even if you agreed,” Nidhogg said, his eyes darting around. “After all, you’re the king. You could marry a few more without any issues, right?”

Yanan stared at her strangely: "You've only been married for less than two months and you're already thinking about finding a concubine for your husband? You're not planning to test me with this, are you?"

"A test?" Nidhogg blinked, confused. "What kind of test?"

"...Sorry, it seems I was overthinking it."

Yanan sighed, saying that with Nidhogg's intelligence, how could he possibly think of testing such a high-tech thing?

"Then can you explain to me why you have this idea?" he asked, gently tracing Nidhogg's smooth skin with his fingers.

Nidhogg nestled awkwardly against Anan's chest, and after a long while, she whispered, "Because I think you would want a child, right?"

"A child?" Yanan was slightly taken aback.

“You are the king of this country, and you will have to consider the matter of an heir in the future, won’t you?” Nidhogg touched his flat stomach and said sullenly, “But I can’t bear you children.”

She is a dragon created by rules, and her life characteristics are fundamentally different from those of humans. It is almost impossible for her to give birth to life.

Yanan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching his stomach and laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Damn it, what are you laughing at? I was being really serious!" Nidhogg angrily pinched the soft flesh on Yanan's waist a few times, though of course, he didn't use much force.

“I just didn’t expect you to be worried about something like this.” Yanan wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes. “I mean, have you forgotten how I came to be?”

"How did you get here...?" Nidhogg blinked in bewilderment, then suddenly realized, "Oh right, you can use magic too!"

Looking at Yanan's mocking gaze, Nidhogg felt utterly ashamed.

Damn it, why didn't I think of such a simple method before?

"You actually made me so worried over such a trivial matter. Tell me, shouldn't you make some amends?"

"What compensation?"

Nidhogg looked at Yanan with a puzzled expression, but seeing the playful look in his eyes, she seemed to understand something, and two blushes instantly appeared on her pink face.

He stammered, "Yes, maybe next time. I was really tired last night, and it still hurts..."

“That won’t do.” Yanan gently lifted Nidhogg’s snow-white chin and whispered in her ear, “Didn’t you say you wanted to have my child? Maybe if we try a few more times, we might succeed?”

"This is impossible... Ah~ No~!"

A day of Mercury retrograde

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Chapter 45 Mordred

"Sister Wang, is there something you need from me?"

Yanan entered the magic workshop and asked Morgan.

“You’ve come at the right time, Anahn.” Morgan put down the alchemy device in his hand and looked at Anahn with a smile. “The thing you asked me to do some time ago has now been done.”

“Some time ago…” Yanan paused slightly, then his eyes lit up, “Could it be…”

“That’s right.” Morgan walked gracefully to a white curtain in the corner, reached out and pulled it down, and four alchemical experimental chambers appeared in front of Anahn, each containing a person.

On the far left is a handsome man with short blond hair, a muscular build, and wearing heavy armor, while next to him is a man with a similar appearance but a slightly thinner build.

Then came a girl with short blonde hair, and a black-haired man with a slightly gloomy expression, wearing black armor.

These people lay in the experimental chamber with their eyes closed, as if they were asleep. Their names were printed on the chamber walls.

"Gawain, Gahoris, Gareth, Adinvin..."

Yanan's gaze swept across the faces of the four people, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If history had unfolded as it did, Morgan would have successfully created these Knights of the Round Table.

"These knights are the result of my painstaking efforts. Even within your own knightly order, they would be considered among the best." Morgan's face showed obvious pride. "So, Anan, are you satisfied?"

"Of course, thank you, Sister Wang. You've solved a huge problem for me," Yanan said happily.

"In that case, Sister Wang would like to ask you for a favor, is that alright?" Morgan said with a smile.

“Sister Wang, you’re being too polite. We’re like siblings, so just tell me if you have any difficulties. As long as it’s within my power, I’ll do it without hesitation.” Immersed in joy, Yanan agreed without hesitation.

"Since you say so, then I'm relieved."

Morgan snapped his fingers, and an alchemical experimental chamber appeared out of thin air. The chamber was empty except for a name affixed to its surface.

Mordred!

Yanan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression froze.

“I plan to use your bloodline, and Lily’s bloodline, to create a knight named Mordred. What do you think?” Morgan said with a smile.

“This…” Yanan’s eyes darted around, his expression stiff.

“Anan, you should understand, right? Lily and I feel more than just familial love for you.” Morgan reached out her fair, jade-like hand and gently stroked Anan’s face, her pale golden eyes filled with tenderness. “But I can see that you seem to have some resistance to this kind of feeling. I don’t know why, but I don’t care. After all, you are my most beloved younger brother. As long as you are happy, even just watching you like this is enough for me.”

"Sister Wang, I..."

Morgan wrapped her arms around Yanan's waist, and Zhen leaned gently against his strong, reliable chest, whispering, "But I still hope that we can leave something behind for the relationship between the three of us, is that alright?"

A complex expression appeared in Yanan's eyes.

If there is anything in this era that he should be wary of, then the filial son Mordred is definitely one of them, even before she was born.

If the rebellious knight who brought an end to the British dynasty were to be born successfully, who knows if history would repeat itself?

But listening to Morgan's words and seeing the hope in her eyes, Yanan simply couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Perhaps sensing the confusion in Anahn's heart, Judah, who had transformed into a necklace hanging around Anahn's neck, suddenly trembled slightly, sending an image into Anahn's mind.

That was the scene in the Norse divine realm where Judah unleashed his zeroth rated power—the Divine Grace Barrier—to break the Holy Grail's imprisonment.

Yanan looked up at the ceiling and slowly exhaled a long breath.

Honestly, what am I doing? I wasn't afraid of Vortigern, who possessed the Holy Grail, at all, but now I'm afraid of an unborn child. How embarrassing... A self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, I agree, Sister Wang."

"Really!?" Morgan looked up instantly, her pale gold eyes filled with undisguised joy.

"but!"

Yanan looked at Morgan with a serious expression: "You must agree to a few conditions."

"Um, you mean..."

"First, this child cannot be like Gao Wen and the others; she must be raised from infancy. Second, we must not slack off in her education, especially in terms of moral character. Third, she must feel the love from those around her. Fourth, we must not hide her identity."

“The first three points are all fine, but the fourth point, not concealing her identity, might cause you trouble,” Morgan said worriedly.

"Don't worry, if anyone dares to utter a single word of gossip, I'll tear their mouths off!" Yanan sneered.

"Then... what about Nidhogg...?"

"Don't worry, she won't care about that. In fact, she might be very happy." Yanan patted Morgan on the shoulder.

“Alright then,” Morgan nodded in agreement.

Leaving behind a vial of his blood, Ananen left Morgan's magic workshop, returned to his room, and immediately summoned Merlin.

“Oh my, it’s rare for His Majesty to come to me with something. Could it be because of that child named Mordred?” the Flower Magician chuckled.

I knew you were spying, you bastard!

Yanan cursed inwardly, but said expressionlessly, "I need you to use your clairvoyance to find something for me."

"Your Majesty, it's not that I'm being modest, but although my eyes can indeed see [the present], it's only 'seeing'. Finding things is indeed a bit difficult for me. Perhaps you should find someone else more capable?" Merlin said helplessly.

Yanan remained silent, staring intently at Merlin, his dark pupils as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

“...What is that?”

"A congratulatory sword used for investiture and celebrations, named Clarent."