In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

"It's alright, leave this to me!" Merlin patted his chest, his face showing a "trust me" expression.

“Well… alright.” Artoria nodded and walked out of the hall.

Watching Artoria's retreating figure, Merlin's lips curled slightly. He turned to look towards the backyard and whispered:

"I sacrificed my good looks to get you this opportunity, so please don't let me down, Morgan."

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The gentle breeze carried the desolation and chill unique to early autumn. On one side was a brightly lit and bustling hall, and on the other side was a dark, deep, cold and lonely garden. Although they were only separated by a wall, it felt as if they were in two different worlds.

Her ethereal beauty was so close, a cool and unique fragrance wafted around my nose, and her pale gold eyes shone like jewels, filled with a captivating charm that made me afraid to look directly at her.

Yanan's throat bobbed almost imperceptibly, and he forced a slightly awkward smile. "Guinevere, your jokes are getting more and more outrageous. Didn't you tell me that you and Morgan le Fay were sisters?"

"Guinevere is a character I read in storybooks when I was a child. She is a beautiful and wise princess. Her father, King Leo Dekuan, doted on her. Whatever she wanted, even the stars in the sky, King Leo Dekuan would find a way to get it for her."

"It was at that time that my father, King Uther, had just passed away, and Feuerius held absolute power. Ambitious nobles wanted to seize power by controlling me, so I was actually very insecure at that time and hoped that my father would stand up for me again. Under these circumstances, I unconsciously put myself in the shoes of this princess, which is why the personality 'Guinevere' was created."

"But this beautiful vision was ultimately not realized. In the midst of this daily sense of loss and distress, I suddenly awakened to another identity of mine—Morrigan, the evil fairy separated from the primordial elves."

"And so from then on, two different personalities were born in this body—the ruthless and cold-blooded Princess Morgan le Fay Pendragon of Camelot, and the cowardly and weak Guinevere who was immersed in her own world all day long."

Morgan spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Yanan opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

“Stop trying to deny it, Anan.” Morgan stared intently into his eyes. “Do you really think I didn’t discover the truth about that red feather?”

Upon hearing this, Yanan finally sighed helplessly.

He could no longer hide it from himself.

Just as Morgan said, he had discovered the truth that Guinevere and Morgan le Fay were one and the same person a long time ago.

When Guinevere expressed her desire to travel with them, Morgan returned the earring with the anti-tracking rune to her to prevent her from catching up. To prevent her from getting lost again, he also placed a piece of Feather Dust containing his spiritual power inside her body.

Originally intended to be used as a positioning device, he never expected that this unintentional operation would lead him to discover this little-known secret.

“Okay, I admit it, I did know about this a long time ago.” Yanan shrugged helplessly.

Hearing the other party finally admit it, Morgan was furious: "Since you knew all along, why didn't you expose me sooner? Did you just want to see me make a fool of myself?!"

Anan's tone was calm: "Everyone knows you've long coveted the throne, and I don't know what your purpose is. What if you start fighting me after I find out? After all, you are the late king's son, and I can't really do anything to you. It would only cause trouble if we hurt our relationship. It's better to just keep it a secret."

—Actually, this is only one aspect of the reason. Another aspect is that Yanan's own identity is also somewhat delicate, which is why he chose to continue down this wrong path.

However, even he himself did not expect that Morgan would choose this time to confront him.

Upon hearing this, Morgan's expression became slightly complicated, and he sighed softly.

“Alright, I admit you do have a point. I can also be honest with you, the reason I was secretly observing you from the shadows was because I wanted to confirm whether you could become the king Camelot needed.”

Morgan had known of Artoria's existence for a long time. She was not convinced by her twin sister, who was also a woman, but was chosen by Uther as her successor. After all, if it came down to qualifications, she, who inherited the power of the island, was clearly more suitable.

Morgan had witnessed firsthand the darkness and complexity of high society, so she knew very well that a young girl who had lived in the countryside for more than ten years was simply no match for this kind of political game.

It was with this idea in mind that she went to great lengths to reclaim the throne.

But her later encounter with Anahn made her suddenly realize that this young man with black hair and black eyes might have the potential to become a king.

In order to further confirm whether Anan could become a qualified king, she hid herself and secretly observed him.

Chapter 51 Morgan: "I want you to have my child!"

"So, by revealing your true identity to me now, are you planning to give me an ultimatum?" Yanan asked.

Morgan paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "Anan, you are indeed a born king. You possess all the virtues to be a king. Even I have to admit that. If Father had chosen you as his successor, I would have had absolutely no objections."

“We all know that Camelot is currently facing a very big crisis. Even I, facing such a desperate situation, cannot find any hope of a solution. But if it were you, you might be able to lead Camelot to resolve this crisis.”

"Therefore, I, Morgan le Fay Pendragon, the eldest princess of Camelot, the ruler of the Kingdom of Onic, and the heir to the [Island Power], hereby withdraw from the struggle for the throne and acknowledge you as my king."

Morgan knelt on one knee, his head slightly lowered, his hand on his chest—a gesture of swearing allegiance.

Yanan's mouth opened slightly, and a look of blankness appeared in his eyes.

When Morgan revealed his identity, he considered a million possibilities, but he never expected things to turn out this way.

Everyone in Camelot knew that this princess had always coveted the throne, and that she was a very possessive woman. Kay had even made the vicious vow, "If Morgan would just give up the throne, I'll cut off my head and use it as a chamber pot," which was enough to prove how deeply ingrained Morgan's image was in everyone's mind.

Yanan had never really taken those noble officials seriously, after all, their childish methods were simply not worth mentioning in his eyes.

But dealing with Morgan was the only thing that gave him a real headache.

After all, Morgan was the late king's daughter and his sister by blood. Whether for public or private reasons, he really didn't want to make things too bad for himself and Morgan.

From a more pragmatic perspective, if he wants to establish a roundtable in the future, he will need Morgan's support.

Therefore, winning over Morgan is actually a very necessary thing.

He racked his brains and tried every possible method, but none of them were foolproof.

To everyone's surprise, the other party actually gave up the throne and personally expressed his willingness to make him king.

For a moment, Yanan even wondered if he possessed some kind of domineering aura. His body trembled, causing Morgana to bow down in reverence.

However, he quickly put the idea out of his mind. If he really had any kingly aura, he wouldn't have been blocked outside the city gate by the guards in the first place.

“I’ve almost finished with things on my end.” Morgan stood up, his pale gold eyes fixed on Yanan. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Me?” Yanan was slightly taken aback.

"I once sent people to investigate your background, but in the end we didn't get any useful clues. I don't know how you managed to pull the sword out of the stone while under Merlin's seal. But from now on, I will never pursue these matters again," Morgan said calmly. "When we return to Camelot, I will find a suitable opportunity to announce to everyone that you are actually my brother, the crown prince whom Father entrusted to Merlin to secretly groom."

Yanan's eyes widened instantly, and his expression became quite strange.

“Don’t look so reluctant. I’m doing this for your own good.” Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I know you have a lot of prestige now and a great chance of successfully ascending the throne, but you’d better not underestimate the loyalty of those ministers to my father, especially Feuerius. That old stubborn man is known for his unwavering loyalty to my father. Without that status, he would never have relinquished his power.”

“But as long as Merlin and I both admit it, then your status as crown prince will be completely confirmed from now on, and this only loophole will no longer exist.”

A subtle expression appeared on Yanan's face. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "I understand."

“I will use all my power to help you secure your throne, but there is one thing you must promise me.” Morgan stared intently at Anan.

After thinking for a moment, Yanan realized that since Morgan had shown such sincerity, it would be unreasonable for him not to reciprocate in kind. So he confidently declared:

"You said, as long as it's within my capabilities, it's fine."

Morgan's fair face suddenly flushed a startling red. She took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"I want you to have a child with me!"

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Merlin, who was sitting in the inner hall, suddenly spat out all his wine, startling Bedivere who rushed forward and asked, "What's wrong? Great Sage, is there something wrong with this wine?"

"No, no, it's nothing, it's nothing." Merlin waved his hand, his smile radiant. "This is the best wine I've ever tasted!"

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The moment Morgan finished speaking, Yanan felt as if countless bolts of lightning had struck him on the head, and he froze on the spot.

“I am willing to acknowledge you as king, partly because you have the ability, and partly because the current situation in Camelot is not optimistic, and only you can solve this problem.” Although Morgan tried to suppress her emotions, her voice still trembled slightly. “But the next king of Camelot must come from the Pendragon family. This is my bottom line.”

Yanan was so frightened by Morgan's words that he almost lost his mind. Only after hearing the other party's explanation did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

"You don't need to worry about that. I've already promised Lily that I will return the throne to her when she's old enough."

"You're going to return the throne to her!?" Now it was Morgan's turn to be dumbfounded.

Yanan nodded: "The throne doesn't really hold any appeal for me. I pulled the sword from the stone partly because of factors that might be hard for ordinary people to understand, and partly because I couldn't bear to see Lily shoulder such a heavy responsibility alone. But I've said before that when the time is right, I will return the throne to her. This is a promise I made to Lily, Merlin, Kay, and Sir Hector. You can ask any of them."

Morgan trembled with rage, his face turning pale and then red. His finger trembled as he pointed at the black-haired man in front of him, gritting his teeth as he said, "Anan, you're an idiot!"

After saying this, the princess turned and left angrily, her tall figure quickly disappearing into the darkness.

Watching the other person's departing figure, Yanan sighed softly.

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Tenth Divine Key, the Key of Domination—The Xuanyuan Sword!

The day after the banquet, Bedivere and Kay, who were training, suddenly received an order from Anahn to go to the study.

Although they didn't know what was going on, the two rushed to the study.

"Your Majesty, what brings you here?"

As Anann looked up at the portrait of King Uther hanging on the wall, he turned around and casually waved his hand, and the golden sword Krausoras and the silver arm appeared out of thin air.

Bedivere and Kay were slightly taken aback, clearly sensing that the aura of the two weapons was much weaker than when they first saw them.

“I had Merlin place a seal on these two weapons,” Yanan said calmly, glancing at the two men. “From now on, these two weapons belong to you.”

Bedwell and Kaden were dumbfounded!

"This...this is the weapon of the God King..." Kai's lips twitched slightly. "Teacher, are you really going to give it to us?"

"Your Majesty, please rescind your order. This weapon is far too precious; I am not worthy of it." Bedivere was filled with fear. Of all those who had followed Anahn, he was the last to do so, and he had yet to achieve any merit. If he accepted this weapon, his conscience would not be at peace.

“A useful thing can only be most effective when it is in the hands of the most suitable person.” Yanan’s tone was calm. “I believe that you are the most suitable owners for these two weapons.”

An indescribable excitement welled up inside them. Bedivere and Kay exchanged a glance, then knelt down together, resolutely declaring:

"I hereby swear that Bedivere (Kay) will carry out the will of the King of Camelot!"

Anan nodded slightly, pushed forward, and the silver arm flew forward automatically, pressing tightly against Bedivere's empty right hand. The golden sword dispersed into countless points of light, merging into Kai's body.

The moment they connected, the Silver Arm emitted a faint, sharp silver light. Bedivere seemed to be in considerable pain, his jaw clenched and large amounts of sweat dripping from his face.

Kay's body shone with a golden light, and his face also showed signs of pain, but he looked much more relaxed than Bedivere.

Yanan crossed his arms and calmly watched the scene unfold.

This is a necessary challenge to gain the artifact's recognition, and a trial for Bedivere and Kay, so he will never interfere.