In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

He carried the sword in the stone because it was a symbol of royal power, but he rarely had the opportunity to use it in truly intense battles.

"Hmm, Your Majesty, you're quite generous to even give away such a legendary artifact." Merlin smiled helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, the Sword of Victory, Kratos, and the Silver Arm slowly floated to his front. "But since it's your order, I have no choice but to obey."

“There’s one more thing,” Yanan said, his gaze fixed on Merlin. “Tell me, who is this guy trying to revive the Age of Gods?”

After he finished speaking, the study fell into an eerie silence.

After an unknown amount of time, a smile suddenly appeared on Merlin's face: "Actually, Your Majesty already knows the answer to this question, doesn't that right?"

Yanan continued to stare at him without saying a word.

"Alright, alright, I understand what you mean." Merlin shook his head helplessly and pointed to his eyes. "Just as you thought, I really can't see the true face of that guy who revived the Age of Gods right now."

Upon hearing this, Yanan remained silent for a moment, then opened his mouth and uttered two words:

"Humble King!"

Merlin smiled but remained silent.

Yanan slowly exhaled, leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and a complex look appeared in his dark eyes.

In fact, after realizing that someone wanted to revive the Age of Gods, the first person that came to his mind was the lowly king Vortigern.

In all of Britain, perhaps no one desires to revive the Age of Gods more than this white dragon.

Because he could not accept the inevitable demise of Britain.

But Youssef accepted it all calmly and believed that the future of this world should belong to humanity.

It was this ideological conflict that led Vortigern to resolutely betray Camelot.

Merlin had previously stated that he could no longer see what was happening in the north ten years ago. This means that currently, the only person in Camelot who can evade Merlin's clairvoyance is Vortigern.

Now, Merlin has admitted that he cannot see the true face of the guy who revived the Age of Gods, which almost blatantly indicates that this guy is actually Vortigern!

“Now I finally understand why those guys were targeting Camelot.” Yanan shook his head slightly. “So, what Vortigern has been plotting all these years is the revival of the Age of Gods?”

"If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the case," Merlin said with a smile.

“But how did he do it?” Yanan frowned slightly. “Resurrecting the Age of Gods, resurrecting Nuada, and even reviving the Age of Gods, how did he manage to do all this?”

This was his biggest question. Although Vortigern had become the "Last God," it was clearly impossible for him alone to accomplish something like reviving the Age of Gods.

Even with Zhu Yue's help, it would be impossible to do such a thing.

There must be another unknown force behind Vortigern, helping him to push all of this forward.

If we don't understand the nature of this force, we might suffer great losses in the future.

Yanan stroked his chin, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.

"It looks like we need to find a way to make them reveal something."

Chapter 49 Morgan: I'm laying my cards on the table!

As night falls, the deep blue sky is like a dark glass inverted on the earth, and the scattered stars are like fine sand scattered on the boundless curtain, reflecting the lights of thousands of homes on the ground.

In front of the magnificent palace, armored guards stood at their posts meticulously. Although they appeared to be conscientious, their somewhat vacant eyes proved that their thoughts had long since wandered off somewhere else.

It's really not their fault. This is the palace of the King of the North. Since the great war fifteen years ago, no outsiders have ever invaded it. Moreover, the allied nations of the South are now trapped inside Hadrian's Wall. Even if you take their heads off, you don't believe anyone can sneak in here.

Unbeknownst to them, a pitch-black figure, almost blending into the night, was hovering high above them, casting its gaze in their direction.

As if having confirmed something, the dark figure moved swiftly, taking advantage of the cover of night, and silently swooped down.

Just as he was about to get close, a red light suddenly flickered slightly on the top of the palace.

call out--!

It was a sound fainter than the wind, a speed faster than an arrow. In an instant, a red light streaked across the sky, piercing through the infiltrator's brow.

Click—

The dark figure suddenly froze in place, its surface cracking open like shattered glass, crimson light seeping out from the cracks before dissipating like smoke.

At the top of the palace, Zhu Yue, dressed in a white court dress, withdrew her fingers, her smooth eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Has it been resolved?"

Vortigern sat high on his throne, gently swirling the red wine in his hand, his golden vertical pupils revealing a silent coldness.

"It's just an avatar." Zhu Yue shook her head slightly.

"Is that so?" Vortigern tilted his head back and downed the wine in his cup in one gulp. "It seems that some people have already suspected me."

"Could it be the new king of Camelot?" Zhu Yue's eyes narrowed slightly.

“Besides him, who else could it be?” Vortigern’s lips curled into a faint smile. “This little guy is quite decisive. Once he discovers something, he doesn’t hesitate to take action. In terms of courage, he is much stronger than Uther and Merlin.”

"If he had been born twenty years earlier, perhaps the landscape of Britain would have been completely transformed by now."

boom!

The exquisite wine glass traced a graceful arc in mid-air, scattering countless shimmering shards. The white cloak vanished into the darkness in the blink of an eye, leaving only a lingering aftertaste.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately a step too late.

......

......

In the back garden of the city lord's mansion, Yanan slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils revealing an indescribable depth.

"I've been found out," he muttered to himself, a hint of helplessness on his face.

Although he had long been prepared for failure, he still felt a little disappointed at this moment.

Fortunately, he didn't come away empty-handed. From that final surge of power, he sensed the aura of the Moon King.

This at least proves that the person who allied with Zhu Yue was indeed Futigeng.

The mastermind behind the scenes who manipulated the revival of the Age of Gods was indeed the white dragon who had been hiding in the north for more than ten years without making any moves, and who was even thought to be dead long ago.

Exchanging a clone constructed using the power of runes and feather dust for this kind of information isn't too bad.

Yanan shook his head slightly, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Behind him, in the main hall of the city lord's mansion, the lights were bright and clear, and one could vaguely hear the stirring music and the Duke of Lukan's loud laughter. The noisy and enthusiastic atmosphere could be clearly felt even from hundreds of meters away.

"They seem to be having a lot of fun," Yanan said with a slight smile.

After all, this was a victory Camelot had waited fifteen years for, so no matter how excited he was, it was understandable.

It's no exaggeration to say that Lucammons has gone completely mad these past few days. The streets are filled with revelers all day long, people spontaneously organize themselves to sing and dance throughout the city, and all the taverns are open for free, allowing anyone to drink freely.

It is said that some clever young men took this opportunity to confess their feelings to the girls they had a crush on, and the success rate was over 70%.

Especially after the Duke of Lucan made a bold move and announced that from now on, all taxes in Lucanmons would be reduced to half of what they were before, this frenzy reached its peak.

—However, only a very few people know that this is actually because Yanan has already agreed to allocate the most prosperous piece of land in Ghana to the Lucan family.

It was precisely because of the enormous benefits they had received that the Duke of Lukan did not hesitate to empty his coffers and host this unprecedentedly large banquet.

He also assured Yanan that he would find better equipment to arm his knights.

"Although he is a bit greedy, he is still quite wise, decisive, knows when to advance and retreat, and knows how to give up. There is some reason why the Duke of Lukan was chosen as the heir."

As Yanan muttered to himself, he suddenly heard a clear sound of footsteps beside him.

He turned around and saw a tall figure walking out of the darkness.

"Guinevere?" A hint of confusion appeared on his face. "Why are you out here too?"

At this moment, Guinevere's demeanor was not as timid as usual, but rather subtly revealed a hint of arrogance. Paired with that gorgeous black and blue long dress, she appeared like a queen of the night.

She looked at Yanan, a complex emotion flickering in her pale gold eyes, and her sensual red lips parted slightly as she uttered clear words:

"I am not Guinevere."

Anan's expression stiffened almost imperceptibly, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled nonchalantly, "Don't joke like that. Who else could you be but Guinevere? Although I know today is a day to celebrate, your joke is just too clumsy."

"If you have time, I suggest you ask Merlin for tips on how to prank people. You know, that's what he's best at."

He looked up at the night sky, as if suddenly remembering something, and said with a start, "Oh right, I have to hurry back, otherwise Lily will come looking for me soon. You know how worried she is. Anyway, that's all for now. I hope your jokes will be better next time."

After saying that, he lifted his foot and prepared to walk towards the main hall.

*Sizzle!*

Several black, sharp spikes suddenly emerged from the ground, blocking his path.

Are you sure you want to keep playing dumb with me like this?

Guinevere walked up to Anahn, their pale gold and dark eyes meeting directly at each other, separated by only ten centimeters.

“I told you, I am not Guinevere, I am—Morgan Lefebvre Pendragon.”

Chapter Fifty: Morgan le Fay's Past

Inside the city lord's mansion, the lights shone brightly, illuminating the vast inner hall as if it were daytime. Fragrant delicacies filled every corner, and aged wines were everywhere. Hundreds of people gathered here, setting aside the constraints of their status, to fully enjoy this rare banquet.

Artoria patted her stomach contentedly after swallowing a whole basin of roasted meat, then glanced at the empty seat above her, a hint of confusion appearing in her holy blue eyes.

"The teacher seems to have spent a little too long in the backyard."

She muttered something to herself, thought for a moment, then stood up, intending to go to the backyard to take a look.

However, at that moment, a familiar figure suddenly blocked her way.

"Merlin?" Artoria was slightly taken aback, tilting her head in confusion. "What's wrong with you...?"

Merlin touched the bruises on his face and sighed helplessly, "Sigh, what else could it be? Of course, it was your heartless brother who beat me up."

“This…” Artoria looked at Kai and saw that he was full of high spirits.

A hint of reluctance appeared in her eyes. After all, Merlin was still a very important person to her. Although he had a bad personality, he played an indispensable role in her growth.

For her, Merlin was almost like a mentor and a father figure.

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Waaah, Lily, you really do care about me the most. It's no wonder I raised you into such a little angel." Merlin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then sighed. "Actually, it doesn't hurt, but this scar is affecting my handsomeness a bit. Luckily, I asked Duke Lukan, and the city lord's pharmacy has some ointment that can remove scars. Could you please go and get it for me, Lily?"

Artoria hesitated, "But I want to go to the backyard to see the teacher first..."