In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"Hmph, even without that guy, I can still deal with those enemies who dare to invade my territory. It just takes a little more effort." Gilgamesh waved his hand dismissively.

“But, Your Majesty, didn’t you say that only Lady Meryl’s illusions could put the Mother Goddess into a deep sleep?” Siduri said.

Gilgamesh glared at her. Was this the kind of thing to say at a time like this? Were you deliberately trying to sabotage me?

However, Siduri seemed confident and smiled, "Your Majesty, haven't you noticed yet? Although Lady Meryl was unwilling to come and help us, she still pointed out another path for us."

Gilgamesh paused for a moment, then, as if he understood something, he suddenly turned to look at Anan.

That's right. Since he can't summon Merlin from this world, he can just find a Merlin from another world!

Yanan had an expression of complete surprise on his face. Ever since he heard Meryl say "like the guy next to you," he had already considered this possibility.

"Then let me give it a try."

He walked to the summoning circle and chanted the incantation that Gilgamesh had just recited. A moment later, the magic circle once again shone with brilliant light. In the light, petals exuding a fresh fragrance fell like rain. Then, a figure in a white robe walked out from the circle, holding a gaudy staff, with an extremely flamboyant smile on his face.

"My dear brother, who only exists in dreams, the court magician Merlin makes his dream appearance... It is a pleasure to fight alongside you once again, my king." Merlin bowed to Anahn with his hand to his chest, every movement perfectly flawless.

Gilgamesh and Siduri were both slightly surprised. Was Merlin from the other world really such a reliable person?

"And you, Your Majesty King Gilgamesh, please forgive me, my loyalty does not allow me to serve two kings, but that does not prevent me from offering you my highest respect." Merlin turned and bowed to Gilgamesh again, his proper words and actions displaying the nobility and elegance of a court magician.

“It’s alright.” Gilgamesh waved his hand and nodded to Anan. “You have a good subordinate.”

Anan's expression was slightly strange. Was this guy really Merlin? Could it be that he had been replaced by something?

He calmed down when he noticed Merlin glancing at Siduri out of the corner of his eye. Yes, that guy was Merlin.

He casually tossed out a golden chain to bind Merlin, and calmly said, "You accepted my summons without any resistance, and even put on this act... Tell me, what exactly did you do wrong?"

"How can you say that? You are the king, and I am your subject. Isn't it my duty to share your burdens?" Merlin smiled awkwardly, but his guilty eyes kept darting around, betraying his true thoughts.

“If you tell me now, I might consider reducing your sentence. Otherwise, if I find out, I’ll seal all your magic and fry you in oil… You won’t die anyway,” Yanan said calmly.

Merlin tried to struggle, but restrained by the power of [binding], he couldn't mobilize his magic power at all, so he had no choice but to give up struggling and asked cautiously, "Really?"

Yanan nodded silently.

"It's really nothing serious." Merlin scratched his face a little guilty and chuckled awkwardly. "As you know, Lily works very hard every day to catch up with you. Seeing how hard she's working, I couldn't bear to hinder her progress, so... I gave her my share of the work as well."

"...So, Lily is busy day and night, while you do nothing and idle all day long?" Yanan almost laughed out of anger. It was the first time he had ever seen someone talk about being lazy so confidently.

"Of course not!" Merlin retorted loudly, "I am also doing important work!"

"Oh? Tell me about it?" Yanan narrowed his eyes.

"I've been diligently fulfilling my duties as a court magician!" Merlin said smugly. "Prince Mordred was practically raised by me!"

"..."

Anan was silent for a moment, then pulled out the Black Abyss: "Is this your last message?"

"Wait a minute! Didn't we agree on a reduced sentence?!"

"Yes, I originally planned to stab you ten times, but now I'll only stab you once. As long as you can withstand it, I'll pretend nothing happened."

"No! That gun of yours can really kill people, Amero!!"

Gilgamesh rubbed his temples. He had actually thought this guy was reliable. It seemed he had been working too hard lately, and even his mind had become sluggish.

Siduri's expression was also somewhat subtle and awkward. After all, she had been intimidated by Merlin's demeanor when he appeared, and subconsciously thought that he was a reliable guy.

Just as Anan's spear tip was about to touch Merlin's neck, the summoning circle suddenly burst into brilliant light once again, drawing everyone's attention.

Sensing the loss of magical energy within his body, Anahn's eyes showed a hint of surprise. Another Servant had been summoned?

This time, a tall woman appeared, wearing a black and blue dress with long, light gray hair cascading down her back. Beneath the hazy black veil was a stunningly beautiful face, and her lake-blue eyes swept across the room like a queen surveying her domain.

However, when her gaze fell on Yanan, her noble and unapproachable aura vanished instantly, and her eyes revealed undisguised excitement and joy. She took three steps forward and opened her arms to hug Yanan tightly.

"I've finally... found you!"

“Sister Wang…” Yanan looked at Morgan, whose appearance had almost completely changed, with obvious astonishment on his face.

He only summoned Merlin, so why did Morgan come along too?

However, it seems that he used affinity summoning, so it wouldn't be strange if he summoned Morgan.

Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, Yanan hesitated for a moment, then gently reached out and wrapped his arms around Morgan's slender waist, whispering, "It's alright, it's nothing now, I'm perfectly fine."

"How dare you say that!" Morgan raised her head and glared at him fiercely. "You've been gone for thirteen years without sending a single message. Don't you know how worried we were?!"

"I've been busy, you know..." Yanan touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed. There was no concept of time outside the world, and he hadn't expected that he had been gone for so long.

"Then tell me, how did Ned get in touch with you?" Morgan narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"That has nothing to do with me. It was the Throne of Heroes that gave me this power," Anahn argued softly.

"So, the Throne of Heroes thinks you and Ned are the closest, while Lily and I are just unimportant outsiders, right?" Morgan said with a forced smile. "Then why don't I just go back now? I'm just an extra anyway."

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, and Yanan quickly apologized: "Okay, okay, don't be angry. It's my fault, all my fault. You can punish me however you want, just don't be angry."

Morgan snorted, broke free from Yanan's embrace, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and looked up to say, "You said it yourself."

"Yes, I said it." Yanan nodded helplessly. He only showed such a helpless expression when facing his family.

After all, everything he has done so far has been for them.

"That's more like it."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Morgan's lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a white caterpillar next to him, bound by golden chains, wriggling and trying to sneak away.

In an instant, surging magical power echoed throughout the temple, accompanied by a chilling voice that sent shivers down one's spine just by hearing it:

"Merlin!"

Chapter Three: New Missions

"Merlin!"

As that sinister voice rang out, the atmosphere inside the entire tower instantly plummeted to freezing point. Vast, ocean-like magic surged through Morgan's light gray hair, causing it to coil and dance like snakes.

"This level of magic..."

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow, a look of interest appearing in his crimson eyes.

Anan was also taken aback by the aura emanating from Morgan; such immense magical power was almost comparable to that of a god.

Add to that this outrageously precise level of control... what has Morgan been through all these years?

Merlin, bound like a caterpillar by Judah's chains, shuddered as if electrocuted upon hearing the voice. He slowly turned his head, a smile more painful than a grimace appearing on his handsome face:

"What a...what a coincidence, Your Highness, I never expected to meet you here...So many years have passed, and your charm is even greater than before. You are like the sun in the sky; whenever you appear, everything else pales in comparison...Haha, ha...ha..."

"Years have passed?" Morgan's voice was as cold as winter snow, as if it could freeze a person from the inside out. "Isn't it because...you've been avoiding me all these years?"

"Haha, Your Highness is too kind..." Merlin swallowed hard and forced a smile. "As you know, I'm a restless fellow and never stay in one place for too long. Perhaps that's why I missed meeting Your Highness..."

"Well, you're quite the runner." Morgan looked coldly at Merlin, her beautiful eyes radiating an astonishing chill. "You kidnapped the Imperial Princess and have been wandering the entire British Isles for five years, causing chaos throughout the country and even nearly driving Lily to faint... If I hadn't used the island's power at the last minute, Little Morgan probably still wouldn't be home. It's just a pity we didn't catch the culprit."

"Cough, how can this be called kidnapping? It's clearly a consensus between the little princess and me; she came with me willingly." Merlin stubbornly continued to argue. "Besides, isn't this for the little princess's benefit? She'll be taking over this country sooner or later, and I'm doing this to help her understand the local customs and culture beforehand... It's called teaching according to aptitude. If you don't agree, go ask the little princess; she'll definitely agree with me!"

“What a fine example of individualized instruction.” Morgan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. “If you had actually taught her anything useful, I wouldn’t say anything, but what kind of places have you taken Mo to these past five years! Taverns, casinos, arenas… even brothels! Mo is a girl, and only 16 years old!”

"That was just an accident..." Merlin turned his face away somewhat awkwardly. "All the inns in that town were full, so we had no choice but to stay there... I couldn't let the princess of the empire sleep on the streets, could I?"

Noticing Morgan's increasingly gloomy face, he quickly added, "But I used illusion magic to knock everyone unconscious, so I made sure the little princess didn't hear anything inappropriate for children!"

"Then explain to me what kind of magic you've been teaching Xiao Mo!?" Morgan gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes practically spitting fire. "[Gigantamax], [Dragon Power], [Shadow Stealth], [Defense Counter], [Weapon Enchantment], [Dual-Handed Mastery]... Are you planning to train her to be a magician or a berserker!?"

"Well, it doesn't really matter, does it?" Merlin's eyes darted around nervously. "Look, the king's martial arts skills are extremely high, and his magic is also very strong. So, as his daughter, it wouldn't be a problem for the little princess to be a warrior who knows magic, right? Besides, I'm quite confident in my close combat skills!"

“If you were teaching her swordsmanship or spearmanship, I could barely accept it.” Morgan clenched her fists tightly. “But what do you mean by teaching her to use an axe!?”

Gilgamesh, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on the stone axe placed beside the throne.

"Isn't an axe more intimidating...?" Merlin whispered.

"Then why did Xiao Mo tell me it was because you thought a little girl with a big axe looked cool, so you taught her to use an axe?" Morgan said through gritted teeth.

Merlin was stunned for a moment, then quickly protested, "I'm innocent! I never said anything like that! Besides, I clearly told her to switch from the axe to the sword, but she said the axe was easier to use and refused to switch... That little bastard is slandering me!"

"Enough!" Morgan looked coldly at Merlin. "If it weren't for you, how could Little Morgan have become like this? All she thinks about is sneaking out on adventures all day long. None of the teachers we arranged for her could last two months. They were either beaten or made to faint from anger. Every time we ask her why she hits her teacher, she says it was Merlin who taught her. Only those who can beat her can be her teachers."

"When did I ever say such a thing!" If Merlin weren't chained up, he probably would have been jumping up and down in a panic. "This is clearly that little bastard framing me! She has a criminal record. Every time she gets caught stealing wine, she says that I told her to do it. As a result, people believe her because she's young, and then they beat me up. But I clearly don't know anything about it!"

"Even if it's true, it's your own fault."

Morgan lifted her veil, revealing her lake-blue eyes that gradually transformed into serpentine vertical pupils: "Merlin, in order to deal with your immortality, I've specifically researched the Petrifying Eye. I've recently made some progress, so why don't you be the one to test it out?"

"No, Amero!" Merlin, stared at by the Demon Eye, was clearly panicked, his body twisting wildly like a fish out of water. "I have shed blood for the Empire, I have served the King, you can't do this to me! King, help me, King, why are you just standing there watching? Have you really abandoned me?"

"Yanan, don't stop me! Today I'm going to turn this guy into a stone statue, smash him to dust, and feed him to the pigs!" Morgan's snake eyes shone with an unusual purple light, filled with a mysterious charm.

"Stop, Sister Wang." Yanan put her arm around Morgan's shoulder, stopping her from doing anything further.

"Why?" Morgan turned his head, his eyes, now back to normal, looking at Yanan with confusion. "Do you know that it's because he led Xiao Mo astray that Lily is now so worried about Xiao Mo every day, and she has no appetite. She only eats three bowls of rice a day!"

“I know,” Yanan nodded, “but Merlin is indeed very important to us right now, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered to call him over.”

"Besides eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring, I don't know what else this guy can do." Morgan glanced at Merlin with disdain. "Besides, I'm much better than him now. What he can do, I can do too."

Yanan sighed and told Morgan about Tiamat.

After hearing this, Morgan's expression also turned serious. The awakening of the Creator Goddess was a truly apocalyptic disaster.

Even the British Civil War pales in comparison to this level of catastrophe.

"So, you need to use Merlin's illusion to delay Tiamat's awakening?" Morgana frowned slightly.

“That’s right.” Yanan nodded. “I know you’ve made great progress in the past few years, but this is something that only Merlin could do.”

Morgan sighed. Merlin was a half-human, half-sleep demon, and illusion was his specialty. In this respect, she really couldn't compare.

“But if you’re really angry, Sister Wang, you can beat him up. I’ve already sealed his magic, so he can’t fight back.” Yanan paused and continued, “If it doesn’t work the first time, you can do it a few more times. Anyway, with me here, I can heal any injury, no matter how serious.”

Merlin's smile froze instantly.

"Forget it, this guy is just a Heroic Spirit now, beating him up won't quell the anger." Morgan glanced at this unrecyclable piece of trash. "Besides, I've made new progress in my research on the power of the island recently, and I'll soon be able to pinpoint the location of this guy's true form."

Merlin's eyes flickered slightly as he silently began to think about how to escape the British Isles.

Maybe we should hide back in Avalon... but Morgan is a goblin of the lake too, she'll get caught even if she hides there...

“That makes sense.” Yanan nodded. “Anyway, this guy is destined to die. Once Tiamat wakes up, the Black Tide will destroy everything, and he won’t be able to escape either.”