Kay took a deep look at Arthur with a complicated expression.
For knights, reputation and glory are more important than their own lives, as is the case for most of the knights present. But when necessary, Kay can turn his back on fame and ignore glory.
So now, is it time to make a decision?
Unfortunately, before Kay could analyze the situation and think it over clearly, the crowd who drew their swords and watched the ceremony once again became noisy and new changes appeared.
"Merlin! It's Merlin!"
"Are you only here now for such an important ceremony?"
Some people are excited, some people are dissatisfied.
The crowd consciously separated and made way for them. The person who attracted attention was a handsome man whose body was almost pure white.
The dreamlike temperament stirs up powerful magic power, and all kinds of beautiful flowers grow and bloom on the road you walk.
The other side of the crowd was in panic.
"Then...that is——"
"Who actually came?"
"Princess Morgan."
Although people tried to use vague and ambiguous names, their expressions seemed to be cursing witches, enchantresses, and vicious women.
There is no way, Morgan's reputation in Britain is so bad, not only Camelot, but also other tribal kingdoms, there are also rumors of the enchantress.
The difference in attitude was as obvious as the sky and the earth. Whether they were nobles or commoners, they instinctively moved closer to Merlin and showed a wary look towards Morgan who suddenly arrived. Even if he is an unconventional magician on weekdays, at least at times like this, he can be relied on to some extent.
Ah, although I had been mentally prepared before and knew clearly that this woman had a bad reputation in Britain, I didn't expect...
Looking at the fear of the crowd and Morgan's innocent reaction, Arthur almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
He is so scared of a naive girl. Is there any more interesting scene than this?
No!
Absolutely not!
Arthur trembled with pleasure.
If I were in a deserted place, I might have laughed so hard that my whole body would twitch like maggots.
Does anyone here know that that woman is a fool?
"Puff-puff-" He couldn't hold it back after all, and his trembling became obvious.
"Hey! How are you? Are you too scared? So, the aristocratic kid should go home and enjoy the wine and beauties. Tsk, it's really troublesome." Uncharacteristically, Kay stood in front of Arthur with a look of disgust on his face and asked where Morgan was. All the incoming momentum was blocked.
This misunderstanding is a little serious.
Arthur secretly thought that something was going to happen.
Sure enough, Morgan immediately gave up on confronting Merlin and didn't even bother to pay attention to people's frightened looks and didn't correct him. Instead, he ran up to Kay angrily, pointed at the knight's nose, and began to curse.
"Hey! What are you talking about, a knight with a pig's head?"
"Pig...pig head?"
"What, are you not convinced? How can little Arthur be afraid of me? If he is afraid, he should be afraid of a fierce-looking guy like you, right? And make no mistake, my little Arthur is not an ordinary noble brat. But it's very powerful!" After reprimanding loudly in one breath, Morgan was panting.
"..."
What the hell? How can I be evil?
Kay, who had no self-consciousness about his daily behavior, was said by Morgan to have fallen into a life of doubt.
"Oh my, you are so aggressive right from the start. You are worthy of being Princess Morgan. But Your Highness Morgan, it is better to pay attention to your appearance. Even if King Uther has passed away, I am not qualified to teach you a lesson, but the reputation of the family... "..." Merlin walked up with a smile.
Although the extremely famous magician was talking to Morgan, all eyes were focused on Arthur: "There is also this one, is my memory wrong, or is it just a pretty boy that His Highness Morgan is looking for?"
"You bastard old incubus, what nasty things are you talking about-"
"Ahem!"
Arthur coughed, reminding Morgan that too much talk leads to mistakes. Morgan also noticed his gaffe, pretended to look away, and quickly changed his words: "It's you who should be careful with your words, Magician Merlin. Even if you are the royal magician of the palace, it is still a serious crime to slander the reputation of the royal family."
"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm rude." Merlin apologized without any sincerity, and immediately said: "I've seen what happened before. After all, the only thing I deserve to show off is my pair of useful eyes. But what is the identity of this young man..."
As the executor of the [Ideal King] plan, Merlin naturally recognizes the aura of the red dragon.
In his dreams every night, he almost teaches a real red dragon. And the aura on Arthur's body undoubtedly belongs to the red dragon.
If you were to judge a person's identity based on his breath just like in the past, you would even think that there are two Artoria's here.
The two red dragons have almost the same aura.
No, if you look carefully, you can tell the small differences. But the difference is so small that it can be ignored.
He has a pair of useful eyes that can see through the truth of the world. It is a pity that he hasn't looked at Morgan's actions in recent years, otherwise Arthur would not have been born.
"He's a very special boy."
When he made a red dragon, Morgan made one too.
As for what Morgan wants to do? Any fool can guess it!
It's a little troublesome.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Merlin. The legendary great sage and great magician refers to me. Okay, you can use flower-like metaphors to praise me."
Okay, old sword, no problem, old sword.
"Then, it's almost time to draw the sword. Artorias, are you ready? You have been preparing for today. Let everyone witness whether you are qualified to become a king." Merlin looked at Artoria, raised his staff and pointed at the chosen sword.
However, Artoria didn't seem ready to step forward immediately.
Because in Artoria's mind, the system is absolute. There were nobles, knights, and commoners present. Artoria's current identity is that of Kay's retinue. She can go before the common people, but she has to wait until all the nobles and knights have tried before they are qualified to draw the sword.
Seeing this, Merlin held his forehead and made a sound that sounded like a cry.
The daily teachings had the opposite effect at the critical moment.
"Hehe, it's not your turn yet." Morgan laughed happily: "Little Arthur, go and pull out that broken sword."
"No, no matter how you put it, it is the key to the succession to the throne of Camelot. Calling it a holy sword is not an exaggeration. Calling it a broken sword or something is too cheap."
Arthur chuckled and corrected the mistake in Morgan's words.
Whether now or after drawing the sword, the chosen sword has far higher meaning and value than a weapon.
It was something that represented absolute royal power, a prophecy that could defeat the White Dragon, and something that could unite people's hearts in the early days of succession. Whenever one belittles the Chosen Sword, one belittles the foundation of kingship.