In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Morgan paused for a moment, then turned sharply to look at Feuerius, roaring like a lioness, "Feuerius, what do you mean by this?! That guy has already reached for my father's corpse, and you're still protecting him! Is this how you swear allegiance to my father?!"

“Please understand, Your Highness,” Feuerius said calmly, “We simply want to find the right answer for the future of this country.”

"Fine, fine..." Morgan laughed angrily. "I finally understand. You think the Pendragon family is easy to bully because they have no one else, right? Then let me see if you have the ability!"

She instantly activated the authority of the [Island Lord], and countless points of light poured into her body from all directions, causing her aura to rise like a rocket, shaking the ground slightly.

A look of intense terror appeared in everyone's eyes. Only then did they suddenly realize that this woman was an absolute madwoman!

If you really anger her, who knows what she might do!

But then, a calm voice suddenly rang out:

"Alright, Morgan, stop now."

Morgan's momentum faltered. She turned to look at Anan above her, her brows furrowing slightly as she said, "But..."

"Today is the day I'm crowned king. You don't really intend to embarrass me in front of so many people, do you?" Yanan said calmly. "Don't worry, I'll give you an explanation once things are settled here."

Morgan clenched her fists tightly. After a long while, she sighed and sat back down in her seat.

"I didn't expect you to be so calm even at a time like this," Hubert sneered.

“You’ve put so much effort into preparing this grand show; wouldn’t it be a waste to end it halfway through?” Anaen looked down at Huber. “Continue. This show isn’t over yet.”

Hubert clenched his fists tightly, his face ashen.

A good show? All the effort I put into preparing was just a good show in your eyes?

An unspeakable shame filled Hyperion's heart, and anger burned like flames in his eyes. He even felt an urge to rush forward, grab Ananon by the collar, roar at him, and demand answers:

"Do you think I'm a clown performing in a circus?!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing the impulse, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

It's alright, laugh if you want. In a little while, I will watch you fall from the throne in a sorry state, and from then on, you will have no place in this country!

Hyperion turned to King Gwent and King Dehebas, and bowed slightly, saying, "Your Majesties, please begin."

King Dehebas nodded, looked up at Ananen, and smiled, "King Arthur, please don't mind. After all, we can be considered King Uther's sons-in-law, and as allies of the Alliance of Nations, we don't want to see such internal strife in Camelot."

King Gwent chimed in, “That’s right. Revealing the truth sooner is a good thing for all of us.”

"Let's stop this clumsy trickery here." Yanan said lazily, elbows on the armrests and fists against his head. "If we keep dragging this out, it'll be dark soon. Don't forget that tomorrow is the Savin Festival, and the palace won't be lit tonight."

King Dehebas and King Gwent's faces instantly darkened; no one had ever dared to display such arrogance in front of them.

"It seems Lord Arthur is quite impatient," King Gwent sneered, turning to the magician shrouded in a black cloak beside him. "Bring out the item."

The magician nodded and took out a glass bottle containing an unidentified blue liquid from his pocket.

“This is a magical artifact that can be used to identify blood relations between relatives,” King Gwent said, then looked at Archbishop Cantreber, “Your Excellency, please produce King Uther’s hair.”

Cantreber nodded calmly and took a golden hair from his pocket.

Morgan clenched his fist again, his pale gold eyes filled with intense killing intent.

The mysterious man took the hair and was about to put it into the glass bottle when King Dehebas suddenly said, "Wait."

"Is there something you need, King Dehebas?" King Gwent asked, puzzled.

“Before that, we should first prove that this is indeed King Uther’s hair,” King Dehebas said calmly.

The Archbishop of Canterbury said, "Do you not trust me, King de Hebas?"

"Please forgive me, Your Excellency, your virtuous reputation has spread throughout Britain, and no one here would doubt your noble character. However, I still think it would be better to be cautious at this time." King de Hebas's demeanor was gentle and refined, but his words were filled with an undeniable authority.

Cantreber frowned, remaining silent.

King Dehebas took out another long golden hair and displayed it to everyone, saying, "This is the hair of my beloved queen, which is perfect for this experiment."

He put the hair into a glass bottle, and then the magician divided King Uther's hair into two parts, putting one half into the glass bottle.

Moments later, the blue liquid inside the glass bottle turned green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“There is indeed a blood relationship between the two,” the magician said.

Morgan gritted his teeth inwardly, a hint of anxiety appearing in his pale gold eyes.

King Dehebas nodded in satisfaction and looked up at Anahn: "Then it's your turn next, Lord Arthur."

With a slight shake, the magician restored the magical costume inside the glass bottle to its original state. He then placed the remaining half of the hair into the bottle and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked step by step toward Anahn on the throne.

Morgan's anxiety grew stronger; if things continued, Yanan's identity would truly be exposed!

Artoria and the others couldn't help but tense up, their expressions becoming increasingly serious.

The magician handed the glass bottle to Anahn and then stepped aside.

“Please, Lord Arthur,” Hyperion said with a sneer.

Yanan shook the glass bottle, and the blue liquid inside flowed slightly like mercury.

"There is something I can tell you all in advance."

He looked around at everyone and said in a calm tone, "Hyperion was right about one thing: Merlin did not take me away, but my apprentice knight, Artoria Pendragon."

boom!

It was as if a bomb had exploded, and the entire venue instantly erupted in cheers!

Morgan and the others turned deathly pale, while Earl Hugh's eyes gleamed with barely suppressed elation.

Feuerius looked at Anahn, a complex expression appearing in his gray-brown eyes.

Hubert sneered, "What, you realized you couldn't keep up the act any longer, so you chose to confess?"

His mood instantly brightened, and he felt a sense of triumph.

But he knew that what he wanted was far more than that!

He wanted to repay every bit of the humiliation he had just suffered!

Just as he was about to continue speaking, a powerful aura suddenly locked onto him, as if death itself had gripped his throat, causing his face to turn deathly pale instantly.

Yanan looked at him coldly: "A clown should act like a clown. When I'm speaking, it's not your place to interrupt."

He turned to look at the crowd and said in a calm tone:

"But who said that King Uther only prepared one successor?"

He bit his finger, and a drop of bright red blood flowed into the glass bottle, staining the mercury-like blue liquid with an eerie hue.

Then, under the watchful eyes of thousands, the blue liquid gradually transformed into—

green!!

The crowd erupted in uproar!

Morgan, Artoria, Kay, Bedivere, and Lanmarok were stunned on the spot, while Count Hughgen and the nobles who had previously joined in the clamor turned ashen-faced!

"This is impossible!!!"

Huberian roared like a demon, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, his eyes now devoid of their former clarity, filled only with chaos: "It was definitely you! It was definitely you who used some kind of illusion to make this thing turn green! In reality, its color didn't change at all! Yes, yes, that's it, it must be that way, it must be that way..."

He suddenly turned around, pointed at King Dehebas and the others, and roared, "And you! You must have conspired with that kid to frame me, right! I saw it coming a long time ago, you're all a bunch of traitors! A bunch of ungrateful wretches! A pile of rotten scum to the core!"

King Dehebas and King Gwent's faces turned ashen; they wished they could stab this madman to death on the spot!

Everyone could see that Hubbard had gone mad.

Feuerius stood up and said in a deep voice, "Soldiers, take him away."

Two guards immediately stepped forward and carried the laughing Hubert out of the palace.

"Hahaha—hahaha—I didn't lose, there's no way I could lose! You guys lied to me, you bunch of bastards lied to me!..."

Chapter Seventy-One: I am—King Arthur!

Huberan was taken away, but the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became strange.

Morgan, Artoria, and the others stared blankly, seemingly still reeling from what had just happened.

The nobles who had previously followed behind Huber and shouted were now covered in sweat, their faces ashen, and filled with despair.

The other nobles looked at each other, completely at a loss for words.

Who could have imagined that today's investiture ceremony would turn out like this?

The series of plot twists and unexpected developments ultimately led to a result that no one had anticipated.

King Uther has actually prepared more than one successor!?

The ministers who learned the inside story were completely dumbfounded; they had never heard of such a thing before!

King Uther told them that Artoria was the heir, but now a new one has appeared?

"Ferius, do you know what's going on?"

They all looked at the late king's most trusted minister.

Feuerius's expression was complicated, and he was about to say something when a soft laugh suddenly came from the side.

"Only Yusser and I know about this."

Countless pink petals fell from the void, and a handsome young man with long white hair emerged from them, a calm and peaceful smile on his face.

Merlin!

Everyone exclaimed the name of this great sage.

At the start of the coronation ceremony, people were wondering why the great sage who had a close relationship with Camelot had not appeared, but unexpectedly, he made his appearance at this time.

"Your Excellency Merlin, please explain to us what exactly is going on?" a minister couldn't help but ask.

All eyes turned to Merlin; it seemed that only this great sage could now answer their questions.

"Oh dear, the truth is right in front of you, yet you still can't believe it?" Merlin shrugged. "Alright then, let the wise and kind-hearted elder brother Merlin reveal the truth completely."

“First and foremost…” he pointed his staff at Anahn above, “Arthur is indeed the son of King Uther.”

Upon hearing this, Morgan's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Everyone was shocked. Merlin's words undoubtedly confirmed the authenticity of Arthur's identity.

Count Hugh's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and the nobles who had been surrounding him fled as if avoiding a plague, as if trying to prove that they had nothing to do with him.