In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"It's no use. No matter what method you use, you can't trap me. And as long as it's magic, I can devour it all." Yulina's triumphant voice came from the black mist. "I told you not to make me angry, but little brother, you're still very disobedient. It seems that your older sister has to teach you a lesson."

"So that's how it is. This is the power you gained after becoming a Dead Apostle." Despite the magic power rapidly dissipating, Anann showed no sign of panic; in fact, a slight smile appeared on his face.

The black mist suddenly paused, and for some reason, Yulina suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Let me teach you a lesson." Deep darkness gathered in Anan's hand, instantly transforming into a black katana burning with ominous black flames. "Eating random things can make you sick."

"what!!"

Suddenly, Yulina's scream came from within the black mist. The invisible black mist, as if encountering a natural enemy, quickly dispersed from Yanan's body and transformed into Yulina's appearance in the blink of an eye.

She knelt on the ground, her body engulfed in ominous black flames, her face contorted in agony.

Although she wasn't a Dead Apostle known for her physical strength, her physical resilience was comparable to that of a typical Fantasy. However, under the burning of these eerie black flames, her body was completely useless. The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone constantly tormented her nerves, as if countless knives were cutting into her body.

"I...I was wrong...Please...let me go..."

She barely managed to lift her head, looking at Anan with a pleading expression.

Yanan crouched down and said with a smile, "If you want me to let you go, you can, but you have to agree to become my servant."

Don't be ridiculous! The reason I escaped from there was because I didn't want to be someone else's servant anymore!

—Although Yulina wanted to say that, looking into the man's cold eyes, she knew that she actually had no choice at all.

She certainly didn't want to be a servant, but she didn't want to die even more.

Becoming a slave gives you a chance to escape, but if you die, you lose everything.

"I...promise...to become your...servant..."

"Good, you know what's good for you."

Yanan smiled, extended a finger and touched Yulina's forehead. The black flames on her body instantly gathered and formed a black flame symbol between her eyebrows.

“This is a talisman I formed using runes and [Erosion Power]. With just a thought, [Erosion Power] will burn everything you have completely—knowledge, memories, emotions, life… nothing will be left.” Anan smiled warmly, but in Yurina’s eyes, he was like a devil from hell. “Of course, if you want to devour this talisman, I don’t mind. That way, I won’t have to do it myself.”

Doesn't this mean I have no chance to escape anymore?

Yulina collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless, her eyes filled with despair.

"Although I still have some questions for you, let me finish my business first."

Patting Yulina on the shoulder, Yanan stood up and looked at the old man shivering beside him and the young man lying on the bed.

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Black Knight

Seeing Yanan slowly walking towards them, the old man trembled and took a few steps back, shouting at Yulina:

"Miss Yulina, if you can protect His Highness the Prince's safety, the Kingdom of Ghana will reward you five times, no! Ten times the amount!"

I'll give you a piece of my mind!

Yulina glared fiercely at the old man, her scarlet eyes seemingly spitting fire. If it weren't for this old man, how could she have ended up in this state!

If she weren't worried about upsetting Yanan, she would have torn those two guys to shreds long ago!

Despair filled the old man's eyes. Gan and the others were dead, and Yulina had betrayed them. Now they had no hope left.

“Do you know? Back then, that peasant woman was just like you are now, her eyes filled with despair. She tried everything she could, but she still couldn’t save her child.” Yanan’s voice echoed in the old man’s ears like a dirge. “Those beasts you sent out didn’t give her a shred of hope. They even tried to dig the child out with their swords and stomp him to death in front of his mother.”

"I...we knew nothing about this...we just wanted...dragon blood and...the whereabouts of that blond knight..."

"You probably never imagined that you, who have always been so high and mighty, would one day fall to the same state as those ants you used to trample on at will. You always wanted to get what you wanted, and you always retaliated against anything that went against you. You bullied the weak and oppressed others. Have you ever thought that one day you would become the 'weaklings' in the eyes of others?"

Yanan pressed closer and closer.

"You can't kill us!" the old man shouted. "If you kill His Highness the Prince, you'll be starting a war between our two nations! His Majesty the King will not let you get away with this!"

Yanan paused in his steps.

There's hope! A look of surprise appeared in the old man's eyes.

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha!!" Yanan suddenly burst into laughter. "I really didn't expect that a small country with a mere 100,000 people would dare to utter the word 'war'."

"So what!" A ruthless glint appeared in the old man's eyes. He knew that he and His Highness the Prince had nowhere to retreat. This was the only way they could leave safely. "Camelo has been without a king for over ten years. The internal situation is in complete chaos. Moreover, King Vortigern is eyeing this place covetously! Under these circumstances, if we invite a new enemy, it will undoubtedly worsen Camelo's situation. At that time, you will be the sinner of all Camelo!"

"Interesting. Someone actually said I would become the sinner of all Camelot. This is the first time I've heard such an assessment," Yanan said with interest.

The old man said in a deep voice, "If you are willing to let us go, I will suggest to His Majesty the King that we form a brotherhood alliance with Camelot. With our help, you will have a better chance of winning when facing the lowly king."

"It sounds tempting, but I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary tutor. These lofty questions are not for someone like me to ponder. Let those big shots worry about them." Anan casually drew a rune, and a huge [Runic Hand] emerged from the void, one part smashing the wall and the other grabbing the young man wrapped in bandages from the bed.

"What do you want to do!" The old man was terrified.

"The label of 'Camelot' is a bit too frightening, and I'm having trouble making a decision. So I've decided to let others help me choose."

Anan smiled, manipulated the [Hand of Runes], and walked to the wall.

He glanced down and saw a bustling crowd gathered on the street below, curiously looking up.

He had already noticed that many people were approaching this way. After all, how could those guys who were idle all day but had energy like bulls in heat miss such an opportunity to watch the excitement?

However, this time, they arrived at just the right time.

The shot that Yanan had just fired had attracted almost half of the Tyrell people. Everyone was speculating which unknown magician had made the noise. Not long after, the wall of the top floor room suddenly collapsed again, and then a young man with black hair and black eyes walked out, followed by two thick, illusory arms, one of which was grabbing a guy whose body was wrapped in bandages.

The crowd immediately erupted into chaos.

"Isn't that the Black Knight?!"

"The Black Knight? The Black Knight who disappeared for a month? I thought he had left Tyler Bill a long time ago."

"It's him! He's the one who planted me in the ground!"

"I never imagined the Black Knight was actually a magician! This is fantastic! I must challenge him again!"

Black Knight?

Artoria, who was mingling in the crowd, looked a little strange. When did her teacher get this nickname?

"My people, children of Camelot!"

The deep voice drowned out the whispers of the crowd, and everyone raised their heads in unison to stare at the young man with black hair and black eyes.

Despite being watched by thousands of eyes, Yanan's face remained calm.

"Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Annan, and I am a governess at Sir Hector's mansion. My main job is to teach his adopted daughter and his good-for-nothing son."

"Ah!"

Kai suddenly sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "Strange, I have a feeling that someone is talking bad about me behind my back."

Merlin roared from inside the room, "What are you babbling about! Get over here and help!"

"Oh, here it comes." He quickly carried a basin full of clean water into the house.

Not long after, the room was filled with a woman's painful screams and Kai's encouraging shouts.

"Yes, that's it, ma'am, keep going! Push harder! Great! We can see the baby's head now! Ah! Don't pull my hair!"

……

……

"The Black Knight is someone else's tutor? What does this mean? We lost to a teacher?"

"I remember Hector's son was named Kai, right?"

Ignoring the whispers of the crowd, Yanan continued:

"I once told my students that to become a truly strong person, one must have a strong heart, not bully the weak, not take advantage of one's power, care for the vulnerable, and lend a helping hand to those in need. Only in this way can one earn the respect of others and be considered a true strong person."

Many people nodded in agreement, while others lowered their heads in shame.

“I am pleased that my students are excellent. They remembered what I said and carried it on diligently.” Anan manipulated the [Hand of Runes] to present the prince, whose body was wrapped in bandages, to the crowd.

"This man is a prince of the Kingdom of Ghana, and also a knight. In order to steal someone else's dragon blood, he falsely accused a kind-hearted, simple woman who had vacated her house for him of stealing! Such despicable and filthy methods have utterly tarnished the name of a knight!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: If you want war, then let's fight!

Yanan's indignant voice echoed in everyone's ears, and for a moment, everyone's gaze toward the bandaged man was filled with undisguised disgust.

Some people lowered their heads in shame. They were the same group who had been present at the time, and they, who had also developed a greedy heart for the dragon's blood, now wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Fortunately, my student happened to be passing by and prevented the tragedy from happening. I am proud of her."

A hint of panic appeared on Artoria's face.

“But!” Yanan changed the subject, “What I didn’t expect was that this prince would become so enraged that he sent his men to the peasant woman’s house, not only to steal the dragon blood, but also to kill the child in the peasant woman’s womb!”

Wow!!

The crowd erupted in uproar, everyone glaring angrily at the bandaged man. If looks could kill, this prince would have been torn to pieces.

The old man in black, who had cautiously peeked out, met the angry gazes of the crowd. His legs immediately went weak, and his old face was filled with despair.

Artoria's face turned deathly pale. Although Anaen hadn't mentioned her, with her intelligence, how could she not know the grave mistake she had made?

The thought that she had almost caused the death of a mother and child made her dizzy, and regret and self-blame gnawed at her heart like insects.

Yanan reached out and the jar that had been placed in the corner flew into his hand and was displayed to everyone.

"This contains dragon's blood. I can vouch for it with my own name; this jar of dragon's blood was not stolen by that peasant woman, because it was obtained with her husband's life. He was a noble knight who sacrificed himself to protect others, and his only wish before his death was that his child would become a respected and powerful knight. To fulfill his last wish, I have given this jar of dragon's blood to his family."

People straightened their backs, their expressions solemn, and expressed their highest respect for the knight who sacrificed himself to save others.

This is an age for knights. Those who embody the spirit of chivalry to the very end will earn the respect of others, no matter where they are or even after they have died.

"However, what I didn't expect was that this jar of dragon blood would become the source of disaster, which has deviated from its purpose. Even that knight probably wouldn't want to see his wife and children suffer more because of this jar of dragon blood. So I've decided to destroy it!"

Yanan released his grip, and the heavy jar fell straight down, crashing to the ground with a thud, scattering crimson blood and fragments in all directions.

The crowd stirred again at the noticeably stronger stench of blood.

"It really is dragon blood?"

"What a pity, this is a rare find even in the capital."

"But this is for the best. Without the dragon blood, the mother and child will no longer be targeted by others."

Some were surprised, some felt sorry, and some were indifferent. Regardless of their thoughts, there was no doubt that Yanan's image had been elevated even further in everyone's mind.

“I have killed all of the prince’s men. I originally intended to kill him as well, but his servant told me that I was making enemies of Camelot and provoking war, and that I would become the sinner of all Camelot!”