In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have had the idea of ​​letting Anaun hide in the Land of Shadows for the rest of his life.

“I’m not joking, Mother.”

Yanan sat up next to Scáthach, took off the gold necklace from her neck, and waved it in front of her.

"what is this?"

Scáthach took it with a puzzled look, her crimson eyes instantly showing intense shock.

The inhibitory force has disappeared!

Scáthach clearly sensed that the golden necklace was emitting an unprecedented wave, which not only instantly severed her connection with the Land of Shadows, but also blocked the power that had always surrounded her and was above all living beings.

Although her strength was significantly weakened in this state, she was also free from the effects of the suppressive force!

Where did she get this child from?

"I'm not at liberty to explain the origin of this thing to you right now. Simply put, you can think of it as a product that doesn't belong to this world. Besides, I have several other things like this, so even if Britain is destroyed in the future, it won't affect me," Yanan said with a smile.

Scáthach stroked the gold necklace in her hand, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes: "Including the spear you used to heal Cú Chulainn just now, it's something like this, isn't it?"

Yanan nodded: "That's right."

“In that case…” Scáthach breathed a sigh of relief, a captivating smile appearing on her delicate face. “Then I’m relieved.”

She raised her hands and stretched, revealing her curvaceous figure.

“It’s been so long. Tell me about your experiences over the years.” Her crimson eyes swept over Yanan and she smiled. “I have a feeling that you’ve gone through some incredible things.”

After carefully considering his words, Yanan recounted his experiences after leaving the Shadow Kingdom, holding nothing back except for the system.

Scáthach hugged her bent left leg with both hands, pressed her face against her knee, and listened attentively to Anaen's story like a little girl listening to a bedtime story.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Yanan finally finished his story.

"So that's how it is. You were already married without my knowledge, and you even have a daughter now," Scáthach said wistfully.

Wait a minute, why is this your first focus? Shouldn't the main point be that I became the King of Camelot or that Vortigern obtained the Holy Grail and planned to revive the Age of Gods? Why is the first thing you mentioned after hearing this my personal life...? Anan's lips twitched slightly.

"Of course it's because I'm your mother. Of course I'll only care about your affairs. Other things have nothing to do with me," Scáthach said indifferently.

"That's true... Wait a minute! When did you develop the ability to read minds?!"

“I’ve made up my mind.” Scáthach stood up. “I’m going out with you.”

"Huh?" Yanan blinked. "Why is that?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a slender, delicate hand touched his ear, making a sharp ninety-degree turn without any mercy.

"it hurts--!!"

"You have the nerve to ask me why?!" Scáthach gritted her teeth. "Anan, don't forget, I'm your mother! Have you ever seen a mother who doesn't even know her own child is married and has children?!"

“I…I…” Yanan’s eyes darted around, and finally he sighed, “I’m so sorry, Mother, it’s all my fault.”

“Now that it’s already happened, I’m not going to bother pursuing it any further.” Scáthach released Yanan’s ear, crossed her arms, and snorted coldly. “But in any case, I have to find out for myself. It’s my basic duty as a mother, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” Yanan nodded obediently.

“Besides, didn’t you say you were going to defeat the white dragon who wields the Holy Grail? Now that you’ve made up your mind, as your mother, I naturally have to offer you some support,” Scáthach continued.

"...You wouldn't be thinking of going out just to fight, would you?"

"...Are you doubting my will as a mother?"

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Yanan coughed lightly. “But, once you leave the Land of Shadows, your strength will be severely weakened, won’t it?”

“…I never imagined that I would one day be questioned about my strength.” Scáthach smiled kindly and raised Gungnir in her hand. “It seems that you are very confident in your strength now, Anahn. In that case, how about we have a spar? I promise not to use the power of the Land of Shadows.”

Recalling the shot that pierced the entire world, Yanan shook his head decisively: "Sorry, I misspoke."

"That's more like it." Scáthach snorted and put down Gungnir.

Yanan glanced at the transformed, or rather, truly powerful artifact, and asked with slight doubt, "Speaking of which, Mother, how did you know this gun was in my possession?"

“Of course, it’s because of the wisdom of the Demon Realm.” Scáthach pointed to her eyes. “Odin foresaw this scene thousands of years ago, so he left Gungnir behind to ask me to get rid of Loki. The runes engraved on this spear refer to me in the first part and Loki in the second. As a reward, he left you the eight-legged horse Sleipnir, and this spear to me.”

Anan nodded thoughtfully. No wonder Gungnir immediately displayed its original power as soon as it fell into Scáthach's hands; it turned out that the King of the Gods had already set up the plan.

—Even if Scáthach hadn't made a move, he alone would have been enough to destroy Loki.

However, given Odin's prophetic abilities, it's highly unlikely he could have foreseen a power like the Keys of God that doesn't belong to this world.

Chapter Fifty-Four: Mother Has Arrived!

For the next two days, Scáthach dealt with the remnants of the war and checked for any potential problems. Only after confirming that there were no issues did she summon Cú Chulainn.

"Anan has run into trouble outside, and I need to go help him. The Shadow Kingdom is in your care for now. If anything unexpected happens, contact me immediately using runes, understand?"

"Yes, Master!" Cú Chulainn replied loudly, then leaned closer and whispered, "Um, Master, could you bring me back some local specialties this time you go out?"

“You’re a ghost now, you don’t get hungry and you have no sense of taste, so what do you need those things for?” Scáthach asked, puzzled.

“I was once human, after all,” Cú Chulainn said, scratching his head. “Even if I can’t taste it, I still want to recall the feeling of eating.”

slam-la-

A huge hole burst open from the void, and wine, meat, desserts, bread, and all sorts of other things poured out, covering the ground in an instant.

Cú Chulainn was instantly dumbfounded. Pointing at the supplies on the ground, he stared blankly at Anan, stammering, "These... these are..."

“I happen to have a habit of stocking up on supplies, so I’ll take all of these,” Yanan said with a smile.

—Ever since the incident involving Artoria's corruption, he has developed the habit of preparing sufficient supplies for all circumstances.

"Anan, you truly are my best brother. All my care for you has been worthwhile. You have not disappointed me!" Cú Chulainn patted Anan on the shoulder with emotion.

It would have been better if he hadn't brought it up, but once he did, Yanan couldn't help but recall how this guy had abandoned him and run away a few days ago.

"...It is indeed a waste to leave so much stuff for a dead person. Maybe we should only leave one-fifth, no, one-tenth."

"Eh!? No way!!!"

......

......

The void distorted slightly like a vortex, and two figures appeared out of thin air.

"Is this where you usually live?" Scáthach pinched her snow-white chin with her fingers, a thoughtful look appearing in her eyes. "Hmm, these auras... elves, dragons, dead apostles, Valkyries, Star Swordsmen, you really have a lot of talented people around you."

“Of course, your son is the king now.” Yanan smiled smugly, then seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression freezing. “Wait, you just…did you use a detection spell?”

"Yes, is there a problem?" Although she spoke in a questioning tone, Scáthach had an air of complete nonchalance.

As the queen of the Land of Shadows, she never felt there was anything wrong with spying on others at will, especially since she was now in her son's kingdom, so she had even less of a psychological burden.

However, she completely overlooked the fact that a strange power was suddenly emanating from the king's room, and what that meant.

Rumble—!!!

The wall suddenly exploded, and Artoria, wielding Excalibur, emerged from the smoke and dust, swinging the holy sword at Scáthach without hesitation.

Scáthach slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, and a crimson magic spear appeared in her hand. She raised it casually, but it created a series of dazzling afterimages, instantly blocking Artoria's attack.

what happened! ?

Artoria's azure eyes widened instantly, and she only felt a blur before her eyes before her attack was neutralized.

Such incredible marksmanship is simply unheard of!

"Excellent swordsmanship, even I can't find any fault with it. It seems you have a good teacher."

The calm voice reached Artoria's ears, but it stirred a strange sense of shame within her.

"You dare to trespass into the Pendragon family's palace and then act so high and mighty to lecture my sister? You really have a lot of nerve."

The immense magical power surged like magma, Morgan's pretty face turned slightly cold, and the magic circle floating beside her instantly unleashed dazzling beams of magical energy that roared toward Scáthach.

Scáthach snapped her fingers, and a deep green rune that seemed to encompass all the truths of the world emerged from the void, swallowing the incoming magical beam of light into it.

“The primordial runes…” Morgan’s pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinholes.

"What happened?" Nidhogg asked, drawn by the commotion.

“Be careful, Miss Nidhogg.” Artoria gripped her sword tightly, her delicate face grave. “A very powerful enemy has broken into the palace, and he is now standing right next to the King!”

"What!?"

Nidhogg's pretty face was as cold as ice, her eyes instantly turning into cold and ruthless vertical pupils, her ferocious black bone wings unfolding behind her, her long black hair reaching her waist dancing wildly without wind, and her mountain-like heavy aura instantly crushing the surrounding rubble into dust.

She looked up and gazed at the tall, purple-haired woman, but couldn't help but pause in surprise:

"Hey? It's you?"

Morgan and Artoria, who were about to continue their actions, suddenly stopped, exchanged a glance, and looked at Nidhogg with a puzzled expression: "Miss Nidhogg, do you know this person?"

The strange phenomenon on Nidhogg vanished instantly, her pretty face flushed crimson, her body trembled slightly with nervousness, and she stammered, "I don't know... no... I know..."

"You're Nidhogg?" Scáthach sheathed her magic spear, looked Nidhogg up and down, and said thoughtfully, "So this is the type that Anahn likes."

Nidhogg quickly bowed to Scáthach: "Hello! Nice to meet you. I am Yanan's wife... wife, Nidhogg."

“This doesn’t seem to be our first meeting, although it wasn’t exactly a real meeting,” Scáthach said with a smile. “I really didn’t expect that you and Anaun would get to this point. I thought that after you woke up, you would try to kill him and take over his body.”

“Ha...haha..." Nidhogg laughed awkwardly twice, his eyes darting around guiltily.

Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly. For some reason, Nidhogg's reaction reminded her of how betrothed girls looked when they first met their boyfriends' parents.

Artoria gradually came to her senses. This purple-haired woman... didn't seem to be an enemy?

"Let me introduce it."

Yanan coughed lightly and took a step forward: "This is actually my adoptive mother, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach."

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Purple-Haired Princess Favored by the Chosen King

"The King's...mother?"

Artoria and Morgan were instantly dumbfounded, standing there frozen in place, as if they had been petrified.

Morgan, who was more knowledgeable, was the first to react, giving Yanan a reproachful look: "Why didn't you tell us about this beforehand?"

She stepped forward, a flawless smile on her face, and extended her hand to Scáthach: "Hello, I am Anahn's sister, Morgan le Fay Pendragon, and this is my sister, Artoria Pendragon. I am very sorry for what happened just now, and I hope you can forgive our rudeness."