In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

The Archbishop of Canterbury stood aside, watching the knights walk up with hope and walk down with dejection, his weathered old face showing no emotion.

This was something they had planned in advance. A true king should appear when people are most desperate in order to bring the most powerful impact.

However, time is running out; delaying any longer would be counterproductive...

Seeing the crowd growing increasingly restless, the bishop turned his gaze to Artoria in the corner.

To his astonishment, it wasn't Artoria who stepped out, but the young man with black hair and black eyes standing next to him.

His appearance was met with gasps of surprise from the crowd.

"It's the Black Knight!"

"As expected, he's here too!"

"That's great! If it's him, he can definitely pull the sword out of the stone!"

Black Knight?

Bishop Cantreber had several question marks on his head. He had lived in Camelot for many years, but he had never heard of the Black Knight. Where did this newcomer come from?

And judging from the looks of it, he seems to be quite famous?

"Black Knight, you must pull the sword out of the stone!"

"Is there anyone more suitable to be king than the Black Knight? If even the Black Knight can't pull the sword out of the stone, then this day of the king's election is a complete joke!"

"Black Knight, if you become the king of Camelot, I am willing to give up all honor and follow you!"

"That's right! I will never recognize anyone as king except for the Black Knight!"

The Bishop of Cantreber's face twitched slightly as he watched the crowd erupt in excitement.

The Black Knight's reputation is somewhat beyond his expectations.

What exactly did this young man do to make so many people follow him so fervently?

Even when King Joseph was alive, it was no better than this.

Heeding the calls of the crowd, Anan ascended the stone mountain.

The knights standing in front of him suddenly stepped aside, revealing the road leading straight to the top of the mountain.

Yanan paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Thank you all."

“Camelot has been suppressing its feelings for far too long and needs a king who can bring hope to the people. If possible, we all hope that this person will be you,” a knight said.

"You really trust me that much?" Yanan asked doubtfully.

"Because it was you who ignited the flame within us," the knight said earnestly.

Anan opened his mouth, but the usually eloquent man was now at a loss for words. A strange mix of emotions surged within him, and in the end, only a single, simple word could be uttered:

"Ah."

He walked along the mountain path, with dozens of knights standing by the roadside, heads held high, as if they were a royal procession welcoming the king to the throne.

"That's too exaggerated..." Kai couldn't help but gape. He had never seen anyone with such a powerful appeal.

He didn't say or do anything; just by standing there, he earned the genuine respect of so many people.

"As expected of my master!" Yulina proudly puffed out her chest, her face full of pride.

Artoria's eyes shone with hope. To be able to command a hundred followers and be revered by thousands—this was the image of the king she longed for!

Although she received the king's education from a young age, Artoria never really felt the king's demeanor.

She had never seen the real king, and even though Merlin used illusion magic to simulate him for her, she still felt that something was missing.

Only today, looking at Anan's retreating figure, did she finally understand what a true king should be like!

"Although I knew all along that Yanan was no ordinary person, I was still startled when I saw this scene."

Hector said to Merlin beside him with a wry smile.

Merlin chuckled: "You're actually saying that even King Uther back then couldn't have done this much, right?"

Hector fell silent. As King Uther's knight, he should have severely reprimanded Merlin for his behavior of belittling the late king, but for some reason, the words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

“Admit it, Hector, you and I both know that if Anahn truly becomes king, he will surpass Uther and create a completely new future for Britain.”

“King Uther is irreplaceable,” Hector said sternly.

Merlin smiled and shook his head. Sure enough, knights are a bunch of old-fashioned guys who get more and more rigid as they get older.

He watched Yanan's retreating figure, a pleased smile appearing on his face.

"As expected, this is something only you could do..."

Morgan gazed at Yanan, a graceful smile curving her lips beneath the thin black veil.

"Let me see if you can break through Merlin's two thousand seals. If you can, then I will..."

Arnan reached the top of the mountain, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly towards Cantreber.

"Greetings, Archbishop of Cantreber."

Cantreber was slightly taken aback. Since the start of the king selection ceremony, no one had bowed to him yet. This young man with black hair and black eyes was the first.

This immediately made him feel a bit of goodwill towards the young man.

“Young man, you’ve made quite a commotion,” Cantreber said with a light cough and a smile.

“They don’t expect me, but a new king who can bring them hope. I don’t know if I can shoulder such a heavy responsibility,” Yanan said with a smile.

Despite saying that, Cantreber could clearly sense the powerful confidence emanating from the young man in front of him.

He had seen this kind of aura in the young Uther.

If he really does become king...

A pang of regret rose in the archbishop's heart. If it had been a decade or two earlier, he would have done everything in his power to elect this young man as king.

But now, it's all too late.

"Tell me your name, young man, for our meeting today may be destiny."

Cantreber suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, a feeling he was familiar with, a gift from God that he had received through decades of devout prayer, called [revelation].

Whenever faced with a major choice, [revelation] would guide him.

This time, the [revelation] states that this young man must be brought to the capital!

“My name is Anahn, and I am Artoria Pendragon’s tutor,” Anahn said with an unchanged smile.

Cantreber's pupils suddenly contracted.

Everyone in Camelot knows that Pendragon is the royal family name of Camelot.

The only known royal descendant in Camelot is Morgan le Fay Pendragon.

And now, this young man named Anan actually knows Artoria's real surname.

Could it be that he...

"Then, I shall begin to draw my sword."

Anan stepped forward, looked at the golden sword deeply embedded in the boulder, took a deep breath, and, under the tense and eager gazes of countless people, grasped the hilt.

then……

The sword in the stone trembled slightly, and then slowly detached itself from the boulder.

The sword in the stone has been pulled out!

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Desperate Dragon That Devours the World

All sounds are silent.

A gentle breeze blew by, as if time itself had stood still.

Everyone stared blankly at the sword in the stone in Anaen's hand, their mouths involuntarily agape.

However, the most surprised people were not them, but three others.

"He pulled the sword out of the stone so easily?!"

Merlin ruffled his white hair, making a mess of it. This great sage, who always maintained a calm and smiling demeanor, was showing such a flustered appearance for the first time, utterly bewildered, and said, "But clearly..."

"Those two thousand seals are still on it."

Morgan parted her cherry-like lips slightly, her pale golden eyes filled with intense doubt.

As the two most powerful magicians present, they could both see that the two thousand seals wrapped around the Stone Sword had not disappeared!

In other words, Anan pulled the sword out of the stone by resisting the power of those two thousand seals!

But is it really possible to do that?

Merlin and Morgan rejected this option without hesitation. Even a god couldn't possibly retrieve the item by force alone, overcoming the more than two thousand seals laid down by the candidate Grand Magician over more than a decade.

Even if such a thing truly exists, it could only be a legendary, long-vanished god of star-making.

It is impossible for humans to do such a thing with their own power.

Morgan was still wondering, but Merlin seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Wait, Yanan, he wouldn't be..."

Discard all the impossibilities; even if the remaining option seems unbelievable, it is the only answer!

“So that’s how it is. I should have thought of that sooner. Black hair, black eyes, the Land of Shadows, an incredible life force…” Merlin shook his head with a smile. “Hey, now things seem to have gotten even more interesting.”

Of everyone present, no one was more bewildered than Yanan.

He was fully aware of how powerful the seal on the Stone Sword was, and had already secretly prepared to mobilize the corrosive power of Jizo's Soul.

However, when he grasped the sword in the stone, he felt no resistance and pulled it out naturally.

What's going on here?!

Merlin said there are more than two thousand seals on this sword, and no one except Artoria can pull it out.

Was that white-haired good-for-nothing lying to him?

But what was the point? Just to see his flustered and embarrassed state over the past two weeks?