In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

They don't even care about the throne? This ancestor must be trying to reach the heavens!

Yet, he vaguely sensed that the boy in front of him wasn't exaggerating.

Especially that confidence that comes from the core, which makes people unable to help but feel convinced.

"So, Your Majesty, you intend to..." Duke Lukan looked at Yanan cautiously, unaware that his own aura had been subtly suppressed by the other party.

"Camelot is a nation that grew up amidst the flames of war, and King Uther established his position through countless battles. Although I am not talented, I also intend to follow in the footsteps of my predecessor."

Yanan smiled elegantly and gently, but every word he uttered seemed to explode like thunder in the ears of the Duke of Lukan.

"I intend to destroy the Kingdom of Ghana!"

Chapter Nineteen: Betting the Fate of a Nation

Clang!

A crisp sound seemed to press the pause button on time, and the noisy hall instantly fell silent.

The musician put down his harp, the dancer stopped her graceful dance, and everyone looked up at the Duke of Lukan who had suddenly stood up. They looked at each other, bewildered.

The guards in the hall exchanged glances and silently reached for the longswords in their robes.

A gentle breeze ruffled Artoria's brilliant golden hair. She lowered her head slightly, her hands resting loosely on the table as if holding something.

"I apologize, I was a little out of line just now." Duke Lukan took a deep breath. "Let the banquet continue."

The beautiful music played again, and everyone's faces lit up with relieved smiles as they continued to enjoy this rare feast.

“As the head of a family and a duke of a country, one cannot do without a strong heart.” Yanan gently swirled the wine in his glass, the clear liquid churning like waves, a hint of amusement in his dark eyes. “Duke Lukan still needs to work on his character.”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Duke Lukan bowed slightly to Anahn, sat back down, and looked at him with a complex expression.

Anan tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp, then handed it to the side. The maid stepped forward, trembling all over, her hands shaking as if she were having a seizure.

"Never mind, I'll do it myself," Yanan smiled helplessly, took the wine bottle from the maid, and poured the wine into his own cup.

Duke Lukan's eyes flickered slightly, his emotions churning like waves.

He finally understood why the new king had not chosen Camelot, but instead went to Lucammons.

Because Lucammons is the city in Camelot that is closest to the Kingdom of Ghana!

He wants to step over the corpse of the Kingdom of Ghana to be crowned king!

Since Uther's disastrous defeat in his campaign against the King of the North, Camelot had remained within the front lines for fifteen years without initiating any war. While the people had no objections to this, the shadow of defeat still loomed over them.

Especially after that great war, Camelot's status among the allied nations plummeted. Although on the surface everyone still maintained a harmonious appearance, that was all.

Over the past fifteen years, Camelot has captured nearly ten times more spies than ever before. Although the official reports all say that they are the King's spies, how could they not know the true nature of these guys?

In the past, would those guys have dared to do something like this?

How could Camelot, once the strongest nation in Britain, accept the defeat in the war, the decline in its status, and the contempt of its allies?

But in order to survive, the proud people of Camelot had to lower their heads.

But who knows what kind of flame is burning in their hearts?

They were unwilling to accept it!

They were furious!

This fire burned in their hearts for fifteen years and never went out!

All it takes is a trigger, and this fire will erupt like magma, burning the entire Camelot!

And this is exactly what the new king is planning to do now!

Camelot hasn't had a truly impressive victory in far too long. If Anan can really destroy the Kingdom of Ghana, his prestige in Camelot will reach its peak!

The flames that had been suppressed for fifteen years were ignited in one day, and even the Duke of Lukan could not imagine what kind of scene it would be.

—It's even possible that he could rival King Uther at his peak.

And that's not all.

In any era, war has always been the quickest way to seize benefits.

Conquering Ghana would mean new territory, new wealth, and new titles. With these assets, Yanan could easily win over the great nobles to his side.

Nobles are like that; they only care about profit. As long as there is something to gain, they don't care who sits on the throne.

With the support of the people and the right to be king that I obtained by pulling the sword out of the stone, who would dare to stand up and stop Anahn from ascending the throne?

I'm afraid the spittle of the people alone would be enough to drown that guy alive.

With his keen senses as a military officer and nobleman, Duke Lukan grasped Yanan’s intentions almost instantly.

However, two issues need to be resolved before this plan can be implemented smoothly.

“Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Ghana is our ally. If we take action against it without cause, it may provoke the dissatisfaction of other countries.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Duke Lukan saw the boy in front of him looking at him with suspicion.

"Does Lord Lukan not know what happened to Taylor Bill back then?"

Taylor Bill? What does this have to do with Taylor Bill? The Duke of Lukan was completely bewildered.

The attendant behind him suddenly stepped forward, coughed lightly, and said, "Your Grace, there are rumors circulating that a prince of the Kingdom of Ghana entered Telebil half a month before the election ceremony. In order to seize the treasure of a pregnant woman, he ordered his men to beat her severely. Subsequently, the prince and his men were all killed by a black knight named Yanan, who then declared war on the Kingdom of Ghana."

"By the way, I am Anahn. Although I don't know when I got the nickname Black Knight." Anahn smiled helplessly.

boom!

Duke Lukan slammed his fist on the table, causing some wine to spill from his glass. His face flushed with anger, he said, "Why didn't you tell me about something so important sooner!"

The servant was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground: "I thought this rumor was too absurd, so..."

"Enough with the nonsense." Duke Lukan looked at him coldly. "After you collect your salary for this month, get out of the city lord's mansion. If you dare to appear in front of me again, I will kill you."

The servant was terrified and fled in panic.

Duke Lukan took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, and bowed slightly to Yanan: "I apologize, Your Majesty, for making this a laughing matter."

"It's nothing." Yanan smiled, but a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

Duke Lukan sat down again, his mind gradually calming down.

In this way, they also had a pretext to declare war on the Kingdom of Ghana, and even if other countries were dissatisfied, they had no reason to stop them.

Although Britain's wars were mostly brutal invasions driven by self-interest, having a legitimate cause is always better than having no legitimate cause.

Suddenly, the Duke of Lukan felt a chill run down his spine. Could it be that the new king had already foreseen this scene back then?

But is that possible? Could a sixteen-year-old boy really have such a meticulous mind and make such a bold plan?

To risk the survival of a nation to pave the way for oneself—such a bold and ambitious act is something only a newly crowned king could do.

Could it be that someone is helping him?

Could it be Merlin?

Duke Lukan was lost in thought when he glanced at himself and saw Anaen looking at him with a half-smile.

Those deep, dark eyes were like a sharp knife piercing his heart, turning his thoughts upside down and exposing all his secrets!

The Duke of Lukan was so frightened he almost fell to the ground.

In that instant, all previous doubts vanished completely.

This new king is definitely no ordinary person!

Chapter Twenty: A Lucky Mistake

The king, seated high on the throne, sipped his wine with gusto. A calm smile always graced his handsome face. His deep, dark eyes seemed to possess the power to see right through people's hearts. His chin was slightly raised, revealing his innate confidence, as if nothing could escape his control.

As a duke of a country, Lukan's knowledge was certainly not shallow, but even among the heirs raised by those prestigious families with hundreds of years of heritage, none of them had ever given him the same feeling as the young man in front of him.

Noble, elegant, confident, powerful... every move the other party makes conveys these signals.

Even though he wasn't sure of his own attitude, he still stepped into the city lord's mansion without hesitation.

Using persuasive language, they gradually lead themselves into a pre-set trap, slowly seizing control of the situation.

He smiled gently and elegantly, but the words that came out of his mouth were chilling; with just one sentence, he decided the fate of 100,000 people.

Meticulous thinking, bold courage, aristocratic elegance, powerful rhetoric, ruthless decision-making... the qualities of a king are clearly displayed in him, as if he was born to become a king.

The Duke of Lukan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly remembered a rumor that had been circulating in aristocratic circles fifteen years ago.

There was a theory at the time that King Uther left behind an heir before his death, but because the heir was too young to support the country, King Uther entrusted the heir to the great sage Merlin. The so-called selection ceremony was also a prelude to this heir ascending the throne in the future.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head and look down at the flower magician who was watching the dancer's performance with great interest.

Seemingly sensing something, the other person turned around, looked at him with a smile, and raised the wine glass in their hand.

He then turned to look at Anahn, who was sitting at the head of the table, and carefully compared his angular face with the portrait of King Uther hanging in the study. Although there were differences in hair color, eye color and overall appearance, and they seemed completely different at first glance, if you paid close attention to certain small details, you would find that Anahn and King Uther were almost identical!

Moreover, the timing matches perfectly in terms of age!

Lukan took a deep breath, realizing with a start that he had unknowingly come into contact with some top secrets from fifteen years ago.

No wonder, no wonder Merlin supported him, no wonder he could pull the sword from the stone, no wonder he possessed the wisdom of a king despite being so young...

All his doubts were answered, and Lucan had never felt his mind so clear. At this moment, he even had an urge to burst out laughing.

Yanan frowned slightly. He had seen everything the Duke of Lukan had done and looked at. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if his cloak was about to be ripped off.

Could it be that this guy discovered something?

“Your Majesty, I understand your meaning completely.” Lucan smiled at Anahn. “If I’m not mistaken, you’ve come to Lucanmons to borrow troops from me, haven’t you?”

Yanan downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, smiling without saying a word.

Looking at the other person's appearance, Lukan became even more certain of his guess.

Although Ghana is just a small country with a population of a few hundred thousand and a military force of only ten thousand, if you exclude the peasant soldiers who are just there to make up the numbers, the remaining elite troops might not even be able to muster two thousand. But it also depends on who you are comparing it to.

The new king is now a lone commander with no soldiers under his command. Although Merlin is a great sage, it is well known that he is not good at fighting. However, the servants who follow the new king seem to be quite extraordinary, especially the blonde girl and the purple-haired boy. Although on the surface one is only focused on eating and the other on watching, Duke Lukan's rich combat experience made him keenly aware that the two of them were actually focused on Anan.

Not to mention the tall woman in the blue-purple dress, whose entire body was covered in magical radiance, clearly a powerful magician.