In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

The jagged rocks on the shore are constantly being washed by the sea.

...

The arrival of a force of nearly 10,000 across the sea to the island nation of Britain was an act that naturally attracted the attention of the island's inhabitants.

[Britain in this era had just gained independence after the decline of Roman control. The island's nominal king was a descendant of the former governor of the Roman province of Britain, as well as the leader of the native Celtic people and the head of the Pendragon family, 'Uther'.]

However, the territory actually controlled by King Uther was only the southern part of the main island of Britain.

Its core territory, centered on Camelot Castle, stretched from the chalk coast of Kent in the east to the hills of Cornwall in the west, and north to the Thames Valley, barely maintaining control over the old city of London and the surrounding roads.

The vast lands further north were occupied by the forces of his brother, Vortigern, and the two camps were locked in a standoff in the Cotswold Hills.

The place you are about to reach is the southern coast of Britain facing the European continent, which is the area under King Uther's actual control.

Your ships are laden with people and goods, bringing a dazzling array of treasures and food. You have also communicated with King Euthyder beforehand through correspondence.

You did not reveal your true identities.

King Uther still welcomes you to join the Celtic forces.

According to his own account, Vortigern had already enlisted the help of the Anssar, a barbarian tribe that had invaded Britain, in order to defeat him.

He also needs your strength to maintain the balance on the island.

He needs your goods even more to sustain the development of his vast empire.

[Based on prior contact]

Your ships eventually entered the Thames River channel, which connects to the British interior, at the Port of London in southern Britain, and sailed smoothly along the river to Camelot, a city located in the heart of southern Britain.

Your ships lined up in a row for dozens of miles in the river, hundreds and nearly a thousand sails appearing densely packed like a forest from afar, a magnificent sight—perhaps all the merchant ships that have entered Britain in the past ten years combined have not come as many as on this day.

You and your father in this life led a hundred personal guards into the city of Camelot via a branch of the river.

The city of Camelot in this era was nicknamed the 'City of Chalk' because it had ten-meter-high walls that resembled chalk.

You finally saw that high wall, just as you had hoped.

You have finally met the being known as 'King Uther Pendragon'.

[And his 'national advisor']

Merlin, the 'Sage' whose fame has spread far and wide throughout the ages, the Magician of Flowers

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The Arthurian legends of later generations are the most famous chivalric tales in all of Europe and even the world. They are the origin and the most prosperous chivalric tales, the progenitor of all chivalric literature. Arthur, who ruled Britain and was known as the 'King of Knights', is almost universally known.

In this story, King Uther, as the former king of Britain, may not have a prominent presence, but he is indispensable.

Merlin, the 'wise man' who served as King Arthur's teacher and chief advisor during his reign, should not be overlooked.

In this world named after the moon, both the former and the latter are bound to be extraordinary.

It was through their joint efforts and mysterious methods that King Arthur, who pulled the sword from the stone and became king, possessing the blood of a red dragon and symbolizing the native Celts of Britain, came to be.

Lu Kang already knew this before he met them.

After meeting them, I am even more certain of this.

"Guests from afar, Your Excellency 'Aquinus'."

Within the majestic palace city, surrounded by towering white walls, in the grand hall of the royal palace, at a banquet filled with clinking glasses, a tall and robust old man raised his glass to Octar in a bold voice. Although he looked no younger than Octar, the 'lion-like' strength emanating from him made him someone no one dared to underestimate.

King Euthyne was referred to by the surname 'Aquinus', which is the Romanized pronunciation of the Hungarian royal surname. Although it is Romanized, it sounds completely different and is difficult to associate with the same thing in a strict sense.

Octar remained unfazed by the old man's imposing presence. After all, he was the 'Northern King' of the Hunnic Empire. Although he didn't wield much real power, he was still a man of considerable experience. He responded to King Uther's toast by simply saying, "From now on, I'm afraid I won't be a 'guest' anymore."

"Of course!"

Before King Uther could speak, a handsome young man accompanying him spoke up. He had long, messy, silver hair, crimson eyes, wore a white robe, and held a wooden staff. He appeared gentle and refined, giving off an air of profound knowledge.

However, at the same time, his tone of voice was light and airy, giving people a sense of unreality, as if it were a dream.

He said, “Our ‘King’ has prepared for you the most fertile land in Britain!”

“This is Merlin the Sage, my most loyal and great friend,” King Uther introduced.

“I’ve heard about you for a long time.” Octar immediately became solemn.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversation, Lu Kang felt only boredom.

He had seen and dealt with such scenes far too many times, but this was the first time he had observed from an outsider's perspective just how hypocritical and boring they were.

He is adept at using rules, but that doesn't mean he likes them.

Although King Uther possessed the strength of a lion.

The existence of the seemingly illusory 'sage' Merlin also piqued his curiosity.

But this is clearly not the time to delve into these matters.

This is really...

"Ok?"

Feeling utterly bored, Lu Kang paused slightly as he walked through the banquet hall. He sensed a strange gaze, looked in the direction of the sound, and his eyebrows suddenly lifted.

What came into view was a blonde girl of about sixteen years old leaning against a cold marble pillar in the shadow of the Roman columns in the banquet hall.

Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the silk fabric of her fitted long dress.

The girl's skirt clung tightly to her chest, the waist tie accentuating her slender figure. The slit in the skirt revealed her long, shapely legs encased in black silk stockings as she shifted her legs. The silk fabric gathered at her lower back, outlining the curves of her full hips. With each slight adjustment of her posture, the skirt fabric tightened and loosened at the peak of her hips, creating a play of light and shadow.

Such a young girl should be glamorous and eye-catching, but at this moment, she is in the shadows, seemingly ignored by everyone.

This feeling...

"Is it a manifestation of the power to dominate the 'island' itself?"

interesting.

You saw that girl.

The girl seemed to notice your gaze and looked over.

[Without needing to think]

You immediately understood his identity.

His name was 'Morgan LeFy'.

[She is Artoria Pendragon, King Arthur's half-sister from the Arthurian legend.]

[The 'witch' who was still a young girl]

Chapter 192 The Beginning with Morgan, Before the Legend, A Sparring with the "Island"

The banquet was amicable, with nobles coming and going.

In that brief moment, as you and the girl in the corner locked eyes, your thoughts raced.

The information about the girl named 'Morgan LeFee' will be fully presented in your mind.

[You've thought of the so-called 'witch,' the so-called 'island authority'—a being named Morgan le Fay, who is undoubtedly a figure who has left a significant mark on the long history of the mystical world, a legendary magician who, even in this end times after the Age of Gods, can still demonstrate the magic of the Age of Gods, and is the 'Lord of the Island' who possesses the absolute authority over the British Isles.]

[Purely in terms of mystical significance, within Britain, Morgan is even more powerful than King Arthur, who possesses the blood of a red dragon and holds the 'king' title.]

She also holds an extremely important place in the story of King Arthur.

If King Uther is the opening chapter of the Arthurian legend and its initial creator, and Merlin is both the creator who joined forces with Uther and a witness to the entire story, then the being named Morgan is the mastermind behind King Arthur's ultimate tragic end—the disintegration of the knightly kingdom he himself built, and the final demise of Britain, the remnant of the Age of Gods.

As King Uther's eldest daughter

[As the one who should have inherited the throne]

[That also seems to be driven by a complex mix of emotions, including jealousy of King Arthur for taking the throne and pity for Artoria who was forced to disguise herself as a man.]

Meanwhile, the girl who was looking at you seemed to have developed an interest in you as well.

But then, in the blink of an eye—

[Disappeared abruptly]

But such 'disappearance' cannot escape your eyes. It is a high-level magic trick of spatial folding and leaping that can be recognized at a glance. The 'coordinates' left in place can be regarded as an 'invitation' to you.

Whether you accept it or not—it's all up to you; let nature take its course.

The next moment, Lu Kang appeared in a lush courtyard.

The warm, slanting sunlight shone overhead.

What you see is a sea of ​​flowers in full bloom, with winding paths that meander through it, and a pavilion standing at the end of the path.

Before the pavilion, the same girl from before was sitting sideways, her figure fluttering among the flowers in the shadows. The girl's figure didn't seem much bigger than Lu Kang's. The silk fabric of her long, fitted dress was still taut at her hips, outlining a full curve. With each breath, the fabric of her dress was stretched into a rounded shape, revealing a section of her fair collarbone at the neckline. At the slit in her skirt, her long legs, wrapped in black stockings, were crossed, her toes lightly touching the ground.

The butterflies landed on her fingertips, their fluttering wings creating a gentle breeze that brushed against her flowing golden hair.

The moment Lu Kang appeared, the butterflies seemed to sense something and took flight, scattering towards the surrounding sea of ​​flowers.

The girl named Morgan glanced over as she sat to the side, looking at the little boy standing at the other end of the road.

"you..."

"They actually saw me and followed me?"

"...interesting."

The girl's voice was clear yet carried a hint of aloofness, which, combined with her beautiful and delicate face, made her seem so noble that one dared not profane her.

Lu Kang simply said, "I'm not blind."

"You're not stupid, are you?"

I'm not blind, so I can see.

Not stupid, so he wasn't surprised by Lu Kang's appearance.

“Ha…” Morgan chuckled softly, and the girl slowly rose to her feet. Her split skirt swayed, her black stockings outlining her curves, and her hips were slightly parted in the shadows. She simply said, “She really is a ‘barbarian’.”

Although it was not explicitly stated.

But anyone with a bit of knowledge could see the lingering 'nomadic' aura emanating from Lu Kang and his group.

Lu Kang also glanced sideways: "Me, black hair and black eyes."

"You, blonde and blue-eyed."

"Who is a barbarian and who is a civilized person—it's obvious at a glance."

In this era, regardless of nationality or race, anyone who considers themselves civilized will take pride in 'Rome'.

Black hair and black eyes were a symbol of the Romans.

Blonde hair and blue eyes are the hallmarks of most 'barbarians'.

Morgan was clearly a self-proclaimed civilized person—or rather, the native British Celts were all self-proclaimed civilized people who viewed the outsiders, the Anssa, as barbarians.

She also instantly became furious:

"you..."

“I am a barbarian!” Lu Kang said.

This one sentence effectively silenced the words Morgan was about to say.

The girl's full, red lips trembled slightly, glistening with a rosy sheen. Her full breasts swayed beneath the fabric, the shadows between her curves outlining and twisting, which made her hum a little. Of all the words she wanted to say, she could only say one thing in the end: "At least you have some self-awareness."

"But...actually, they're quite cute...and not so wild..."

"What?" Lu Kang could actually hear the last muttering clearly, but he pretended not to.

"No, nothing!"

Morgan took a deep breath and straightened her expression: "My name is Morgan le Fay, the eldest daughter of the great King Uther, and the future princess of Britain!"

"What's your name?"

It seems that Morgan le Fay at this time was unaware of the story about the future—unaware of Artoria Pendragon's existence.

You think about it silently.

The young Morgan le Fay and the witch from the Arthurian legends were essentially completely different beings.