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She will also assist the new king alongside Subotai.

However, it is clear that Morgan will not accept such an outcome.

You wouldn't either—

At least for now, no.

In the heart of the Kingdom of Camelot, within the palace of the chalk city of Camelot, a figure stood solemnly atop the steps before the throne. Merlin, a sage resembling a silver-haired youth in white robes, smiled as he gazed upon the crowd below, saying, "I believe everyone is aware of the late king's will—"

What are your opinions?

The Kingdom of Camelot was established a century ago. Although it quickly occupied the main island of Britain after the decline of the Roman Empire, there were still many feudal lords within it. Although it was called a kingdom, there were also many areas outside the southern part of the main island, such as the southern island of Scotland, that were not directly under the rule of King Uther.

Even within the Kingdom of Camelot, there are numerous 'countries within a country'—countries and even duchies.

Western nobility differs from that of the East. Below the duke is the earl, while the so-called marquis is strictly defined as a 'frontier earl,' a highly independent great lord—but in terms of status, he is still below the duke.

The duke even had the right to be king within his territory.

Those who can participate in deciding the selection of the king are the most powerful and influential among the many great lords within Camelot.

Such a being would naturally not fear Merlin—at most, he would only be wary of him.

Given this moment, it is only natural that someone would speak out in response to the wise man's words.

"We dare not disobey the will of the late king."

The speaker was tall and thin with a weathered face. His name was Bedpunk, a former comrade-in-arms of King Uther, the commander of the royal guard, and the head of the honorary knights by King Uther's side. He looked at Merlin and said, "But we need to be sure, is that really the will of the late king?"

"The High Priest should know that we have not seen the King's face for a long time since the late King fell seriously ill—"

"I can affirm and confirm this in my own name."

Merlin replied.

Although he wore a smile, his undeniable authority was instantly revealed.

Despite his usual carefree and irresponsible attitude, the wise Merlin was always the one who held the reins of power in the Kingdom of Camelot, and he was also a 'great magician' who left his mark on the entire history of mankind.

He is indeed beyond question.

It does indeed have a 'reputation'.

Faced with such words, Bed was instantly speechless.

“But isn’t that a bit too frivolous?” said the bearded 'lord' from another kingdom. “Whoever pulls the sword from the stone becomes king—doesn’t that mean anyone can do it?”

"It seems that Duke Liao Dekuan is very confident?" Merlin looked at the figure, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly said, "But rest assured, the sword in that stone is not something an ordinary person can pull out."

"It can measure the capacity of the 'King'—"

"I heard that Princess Guinevere is already fourteen years old, isn't she?"

"The new king will probably be around the same age, right?"

Merlin's words were pointed and resonated with Duke Liao Dekuan.

The Duke of Rhodes, also known as the King of Rhodes, ruled over the Rhodes Islands further south in Britain. He was a descendant of a family of local military governors in the Roman Empire and was now the second-highest-ranking duke in Camelot after the Grand Duke of Windmill. He was also the father of Guinevere, the future wife of King Arthur, and the one who gifted the Round Table to the future King Arthur.

He originally did not support such an absurd method of 'choosing a king'.

However, if the chosen 'king' can become one's son-in-law, that's a different story.

Such a thing would be even more impossible if Morgan were to inherit the throne.

Gender determines everything—

Leo Grensen's beard twitched, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, saying, "It's all up to the Archmage to decide."

They suppressed the palace guards.

They won over Prince Liao Dekuan.

Although a magician, Merlin was never lacking in political acumen...

However, this discussion initiated to select a champion cannot end here.

The two most important figures haven't even arrived yet.

“Go ask.” Merlin glanced sideways. “Where are Grand Duke Subatai and His Highness Morgan?”

—Especially Subotai.

If he disagrees, even if Merlin defies public opinion and chooses a 'king', it is highly unlikely that the knights who are now all over Camelot will genuinely accept him.

In eight years, the knightly class had gained almost complete control over all aspects of the military affairs of the Kingdom of Camelot.

It's hard to get around.

I just don't know what that person was thinking?

They supported Morgan.

He also taught Artoria.

Merlin, being a nightmare, is also one of the very few who can completely see through a person's thoughts...

"No need to ask."

Just then, Bedpunk, the head of the palace guards, suddenly spoke up, saying, "I have received the latest news."

"After hearing the news of the late king's death, the 'despicable' Vortigern led the Ansar people south—Grand Duke Subatai and His Highness Morgan were also present at the front line at Castle Black."

“My son Bedwell was there too.”

"He and many knights followed Grand Duke Subatai northward—they were already close to the Giant Rock Fortress."

Merlin was slightly taken aback.

Yes.

While the nobles of Camelot were arguing over the selection of a king.

Luca and Morgan, however, had already arrived at the 'front line' against Vortigern.

...

[Fu Tigeng's southward advance was even more powerful.]

Although you haven't seen it yet, the closer you get to the north, the more you can feel the tremors emanating from the island—the oppressive aura of the 'dragon'.

This intimidating aura may not mean much to you or Morgan.

But it had a huge impact on the 'knights' who followed you north.

[Especially that young knight named Bedivere—the silver-armed boy who is only eighteen years old, and one of the many knights you personally tested and who, in a way, can even be considered your 'disciple'—someone with the talent for martial arts in the realm of heroes.]

You place high hopes on Bedivere because you know he was one of the Knights of the Round Table who served King Arthur in later generations.

However, given his young age, he clearly wouldn't be able to play a significant role in the upcoming battle.

All they need is to 'pave the way' for you.

[—Clear the way, then capture the king]

[You and Morgan are the key to defeating Vortigern.]

"We didn't seize the opportunity to kill him before."

"this time--"

"On the premise of making sufficient preparations."

"That guy can't escape now!"

What 'white dragon' and 'red dragon'?

He executed Futigeng.

The throne will naturally fall into my hands!

[Approaching the Front Lines]

You and Morgan, who was riding the same horse in your arms and had grown even more handsome, looked at each other and smiled.

[Beneath the cloak you wear, Morgan, dressed in the attire of the rightful heiress of Camelot, is indeed strikingly beautiful. Her golden hair appears even more flawless, shimmering with an almost silvery sheen. She leans against your chest, her slender neck and shoulders revealed in the shadow of the cloak. The Camelot princess's corseted gown accentuates her full bust, her waist cinched tightly, and the slit at the hem reveals glimpses of her long, shapely legs encased in stockings. The girl sits sideways, the weight of her hips pressing against your legs transmitted through the fabric. Her golden hair brushes against your chin, carrying a cool, refreshing scent.]

Her fingers rested on your forearm, which held the reins; the delicate feel of her fingers was exceptionally clear.

...

Subaru appears in the Arthurian legends with limited descriptions, only appearing as a knight of the previous generation rather than at the Round Table, and as a royal advisor whose status is comparable to Merlin's.

There may be some outstanding aspects, but not many.

But in the records of another corner of the world, there are still vivid traces left.

He once fought against Vortigern's hundreds of thousands of barbarian troops with only two thousand knights.

This is truly unique in the entire world.

It surpassed the former Sparta.

In later generations, only the 'Victowar', which rose to power with three hundred Templar Knights, could barely come close to its level.

But we can only look up to them from afar.

It is said that the victor of France was a descendant of Subatai.

Subatai in the Legend of King Arthur: A History of World Wars

...

Boom!

In the distant distance, on the earth, a chalk dragon, faintly visible, takes flight, its blue breath roaring as it falls, surging like a tide and scorching the earth into a deep, abyss-like black landscape.

Chapter 212 Savior Ash, Holy Spear, Martial Arts Dragon Slayer

The colossal stone castle, forged from rock, stands majestically on the frontier between the Kingdom of Camelot and the north.

This is your second time arriving at the frontier region bordering the northern border of the British Isles. However, unlike the last time, this time you are not greeted by the heroic lord who once withstood Vortigern's hammer, but by a young man carrying the heavy shield of "Stone Shield" Kadoc. He introduces himself as Kadoc's son, Dagnet—you know this name because he was one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, though not famous, he was chosen for his 'humor'—of course, in some later legends, Dagnet was not a member of the Knights of the Round Table, but merely a 'jai' under King Arthur.

However, judging from the way he carried the stone shield, you know that this young man is not weak; he possesses martial arts skills close to his father's.

According to Dagonet, his father died in battle yesterday, and he is now guarding the Stone Fortress, but it is also in grave danger.

Standing at the highest point of the castle, one can see the massive army of the Onsa people constantly gathering from the north, as well as the white dragon perched high in the northern mountains and the vast expanse of scorched earth left by its breath.

[You and Morgan immediately decided to send troops—]

Using the path paved by two thousand knights as a ladder, they marched straight to the 'despicable king,' Vortigern.

The rumbling sound shook the plains as two thousand knights on horseback roared up from the towering fortress, accompanied by thunderous, synchronized drumbeats. Azure magic shimmered from each of them, making them appear from afar like a vast ocean. The figures of the Onsa people, though densely packed, were decisively cut apart like weeds swept by a raging storm.

Two young knights, whose real names were Bedivere and Dagonet, charged ahead, tearing a gap in the Ansar's ranks.

With a sweep of his silver arm, Bedivere unleashed a magical wind that cleaved through the chests of several Saxon warriors. He was born with only one arm, a technique taught to him by his teacher, Grand Duke Superior, to refine his magic into a silver blade, covering his limbless body to form a false 'silver arm,' which he then swung out to deliver a devastating slash.

Dagonet also raised his stone shield high, its surface emitting blue light patterns that deflected all the incoming arrows.

The knights advanced in a wedge formation, each warhorse enveloped in a magical aura, leaving glowing hoofprints wherever their iron hooves trod.

The magic on the blade resonated as it moved, forming a straight path of light that led to the northern mountain peak—a passage connecting the fortress of giant stones all the way to the high mountain where the dragon dwells.

The knights on both sides maintained their charging stance, using their spears and shields to create a mobile barrier.

The Ansar's counterattacks were repelled one after another, and the knights' ranks carved a path through the enemy lines like a plowshare.

As it turned out, although the Ansar people were numerous, even when they briefly acted together under the command of the savage king Vortigern, they remained dispersed internally, operating as different tribes. Compared to the well-organized Camelot knights, their movements had many gaps and weaknesses that could be exploited. The dispersed legion was like a straw mat, and no matter how many swords or straws the oncoming knights had, they could be cut down directly.

Here.

The dragon atop the mountain lowered its gaze and descended, naturally witnessing the changes on the battlefield. The vile king Vortigern, through the passage carved out by the knights, also caught sight of the young boy and girl standing atop the fortress at the far end.

then.

Voodoo, still in the form of a giant dragon, bared its teeth and looked furious!

"We meet again—Subatai Equinus?"

The dragon's roar echoed across the sky.

The sound was like thunder, or even a sudden roar of the earth, causing the mountains to tremble. Its power was just as Lu Kang had predicted; not only had his injuries been fully healed, but he was even stronger than before.

But that's actually the normal thing.