In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Anan suddenly realized why his Divine Keys were all powered by magic; it turned out that the Root had secretly manipulated things.

"What would happen if this barrier were removed...?"

"It's hard to say. It mainly depends on the balance of power between the two dimensions. But no matter who wins in the end, there probably won't be many worlds left," said Cantreber.

Anan's heart sank. He had thought that he only had Britain on his shoulders, but he never expected that there were so many other worlds whose lives and deaths were at stake.

“Actually, if you need it, I can remove this barrier for you as a reward for the contract,” Cantreber said with a slight smile.

Yanan frowned slightly: "Didn't you just say..."

“Ah, yes, the consequences of doing so are indeed severe, but it is also an opportunity for Britain to continue.” Cantreber looked at Anahn meaningfully.

Yanan's breathing quickened, and his eyes widened slightly: "You mean... you can let Britain continue?"

“You are the only one who has successfully crossed dimensions. If the dimension behind you wants to launch an attack on this side, it must obtain your consent. This also means that you can use this as a bargaining chip to make an exchange with the dimension behind you, so that it can preserve this world and allow Britain to continue. For the underlying rules, this is just a trivial matter.”

Cantreber's chaotic eyes stared at Anan, his tone as calm as ever, yet with a strange, seductive quality: "Would you like to think this over carefully? In exchange for the continuation of Britain, sacrifices from other worlds."

Yanan lowered his head, a hint of struggle appearing in his eyes.

Just say yes... They're all worlds we don't know anyway. Even if they're destroyed, it's just bad luck. You've never even set foot in those worlds, so why waste your useless sympathy...

Say yes... Think of Nidhogg, think of Lily, think of Scáthach, think of Morgan, think of everyone, think of the country you built with your own hands. Do you really intend to watch it descend into the abyss of destruction...?

Just say yes... Anyway, you won't be the one who ends up doing it, so you won't have to bear those heavy sins...

Please say yes... please say yes... please say yes...

Yanan's temples bulged with veins, his face contorted slightly, and he growled, "Shut up!"

He mobilized the power of Feather Crossing Dust to completely dispel those distracting thoughts.

He took a deep breath and looked up at "Cantreber": "Although the conditions you have offered are very tempting, I still remember that I am a human being. A human being must have a conscience and a basic bottom line. A person must know what to do and what not to do. To sacrifice other worlds to protect one's own world... I cannot do that."

Looking into those clear, dark eyes, "Cantreber" said calmly, "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? This is one of the few remaining opportunities you have. This is a reminder from the All-Knowing and All-Powerful."

“No need to consider it anymore, I refuse,” Yanan said without hesitation.

After a moment of silence, "Cantreber" suddenly chuckled softly and sighed, "Humans..."

He slightly raised his palm, and the Holy Grail placed on the altar beside him suddenly emitted a bright beam of light, shining on Anahn.

Yanan felt a strange power surge into his body, and at the same time, a peculiar concept suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Savior: E

He paused slightly, then said, "This is...?"

"Since you are unwilling to break the rules and cannot create them, then try to modify them," Cantreble said with a smile. "I have already bestowed upon you the concept of a savior. From now on, the more world-related crises you resolve, the more profound this concept will become. When this concept reaches the EX level, you will possess a portion of the true savior's powers and will also gain the recognition of the rules. At that time, you can use this to mobilize the Holy Grail and change Britain's destined fate of destruction."

"This is a road that is destined to be difficult. I hope you can persevere. I will be waiting for you at the end of this road."

I need to take a day off to organize my thoughts.

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Chapter Seventy-Six Departure

In the spacious and tidy study, bright sunlight streamed through the window and shone on the mahogany desk, giving it an oily sheen.

Morgan, dressed in a black and blue tuxedo that accentuated her tall and voluptuous figure, stood outside the desk, her exquisitely beautiful face displaying a slightly complicated expression.

Are you really determined to do this?

“This is the only way we can find to save Britain right now.” Sitting at his desk, Anaen flipped through Artoria’s performance report from last month and said casually, “There’s no need to be so nervous. It’s just a trip to other worlds. Just think of it as a vacation.”

"Do you take me for a three-year-old?!" Morgan slammed his hands on the table, a hint of anger flashing in his pale gold eyes. "That's a global crisis, not some child's game! And who knows how long it will take you to come back!"

“That’s why I should go myself.” Yanan closed the report, looked up at Morgan, and said seriously, “Because this is something only I can do.”

"..." Morgan turned her head to the side, avoiding Yanan's eyes. "I shouldn't have let you bear all of this in the first place..."

This should have been my responsibility...

"Unfortunately, it's too late. My fate is now tied to this country." Yanan laughed freely, without a trace of gloom.

He said this not only to comfort Morgan, but also from his own heart.

These seven years of experience have deeply connected him with this land, making it an indelible part of his life.

So even though he knew that the road ahead might be endless, he still chose to continue.

For the world he loved, for the people he loved.

"...You idiot!" Morgan gritted his teeth, turned and walked out, slamming the door shut behind him.

She walked silently down the corridor, her heels clattering against the floor.

The maids and servants along the way quickly retreated to both sides, not daring to breathe. At this moment, the sight of the princess reminded them of what she looked like seven years ago.

Morgan returned to her room, closed the door, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down, hugging her knees with both hands, curling up like a helpless little girl.

She buried her head in her arms, and two lines of clear tears slid down her smooth face.

Self-blame and regret gnawed at her heart like a falconer; she had never hated herself so much, hated this incredibly weak version of herself.

Because of her weakness, she was powerless to save the country she loved so much, and could only place her hopes on others.

Because of her weakness, she was powerless to stop the person she loved so deeply, and could only watch helplessly as he embarked on a difficult, lonely, and long road to redemption.

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Camelot Palace.

"Teacher, this is my processing report for this month. Please take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be revised." Artoria handed the document to Anaen.

Yanan carefully reviewed the documents, a smile appearing on his face as he nodded slightly: "Very well done, Lily. You are now perfectly capable of handling the country's affairs."

Artoria, instead of showing any excitement at receiving the praise, fell silent.

"...I rarely compliment someone, so you should at least give me some kind of reaction." Yanan gave a wry smile.

“You…are leaving soon, aren’t you?” Artoria looked at Anahn with a complicated expression.

"...You're making it sound like I'm about to meet God. Oh, no, I think I've already met him," Yanan muttered under his breath.

Unfortunately, this lame joke did not ease Artoria's mood. She was silent for a moment, then said solemnly, "Please let me complete this task in your place. I am your knight, and it is my duty to help you solve your problems."

Yanan gave Artoria a look that was both amused and annoyed, and lightly tapped her on the head with the document in his hand: "What do you think I've spent so much effort training you for? Stop thinking about those nonsense things. I only have one requirement for you: manage this country well and don't make any mistakes."

"If I come back after saving other worlds and find my own world in complete chaos, I'll spank you."

Artoria's pretty face flushed slightly, then she looked at Anahn earnestly: "Please rest assured, I will definitely not let you down."

Yanan nodded and said, "By the way, I've always wanted to ask a question: why do you always call me teacher instead of calling me brother?"

Artoria was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Then let's make a promise. As long as you come back safely, I will call you brother from now on."

“These are truly unappealing terms.” Yanan stood up and walked outside. “However, I accept.”

Artoria silently watched his departing figure, standing there like a statue.

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As Yanan walked along, he came to a courtyard that was elegantly decorated and filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

"I am Mordred, daughter of the Chosen King, the most righteous knight in the world! You evil villains, watch how I deal with you!"

A little girl, dressed in a pink princess dress and as delicate as a doll, is holding a wooden sword and chasing after the "evil" maid with a frantic pace that is completely out of character for her sweet appearance.

Yanan leaned against the wall, quietly watching the little girl, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

As they ran, the "evil" maid suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. The righteous knight immediately caught up and gently tapped her shoulder a few times with his wooden sword.

"Mordred, the Knight of Justice, has won a resounding victory!"

The little girl cheered, and the other "bad guys" who had already "died" stood up and applauded the hero's glory.

Yanan smiled and slowly walked forward.

"Father!"

Mordred's eyes lit up instantly. She dropped the wooden sword in her hand, took short strides, and ran towards Anahn, rushing into his arms. She greedily breathed in his familiar scent, a look of longing appearing on her little face.

Anan patted Mordred's head and said to the maids, "You may all leave now."

"Yes." The maids bowed slightly and walked out of the courtyard one by one.

"Father, Father, Mordred defeated ten bad guys again today!" The little girl proudly showed her father her great achievement.

“Father saw it all; my little Mo is indeed very capable. You will surely become the strongest and most righteous knight in Britain in the future,” Anan said with a smile.

The little girl laughed happily and hugged her father's neck tightly like a koala.

Yanan played with Mordred from noon until evening. It was just the two of them, father and daughter, with no outsiders. The little girl's silvery laughter echoed continuously in the courtyard.

As dusk fell, Anan sat on the rooftop with Mordred in his arms, watching the sun slowly set on the distant horizon.

"Little Mo, your father may be away for a while. You must be good and listen to your mothers, okay?"

The little girl nodded obediently: "Yes, Mordred will be a good girl and wait for Father to come back."

Yanan paused slightly, then asked, "You...aren't you going to ask me where I'm going?"

“Brother Merlin told me that Father, you are going to a very, very far place and won’t be back for a very, very long time. He also said that you are doing this to save people, to save many, many people. So, although Mordred is very reluctant to leave Father, Mordred must not cry or make a fuss. She must be good and not let Father worry.” The little girl paused, then a happy smile suddenly appeared on her face. “However, Father played with Mordred for a long time today, and Mordred was very happy. When Father comes back, you must continue to play with Mordred like today, okay?”

As the sun set and the darkness deepened, a man's slightly hoarse voice rang out:

"Okay, Father promises that when we get back, I will play with you a lot."

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That night.

On the spacious bed, Nidhogg, completely naked, leaned against Yanan's chest. His smooth, alabaster skin was covered in glistening sweat, his exquisitely beautiful face was flushed with a rosy glow, his cherry lips were slightly pursed, his dark eyes were dreamy, and his entire being exuded a breathtaking allure.

Anan gently embraced Nidhogg's soft, boneless body. Tonight, the black dragon lady was astonishingly wild, not only unusually proactive, but even trying all those positions that he had refused to try no matter how much he tried to persuade her, making him feel both pain and pleasure.