167 Choosing a Queen?

The news of the Duke of Cornwall quickly spread across Camelot. Once the nobles understood the situation, they immediately instructed their families to stay away from the House of Milford.

The crime of rebellion is undoubtedly a serious offense in any kingdom and era.

The king chose exile over annihilation, and in the eyes of the nobles, it was an uncommon act of mercy.

This incident eased the apprehensions of many nobles who had been wary of the king due to the earlier confiscation of their armies.

How could a king so benevolent harm them?

Some even empathized with the king, thinking that if they were in the king's position, witnessing their subjects controlling more armies than themselves, they would also feel uneasy.

For a while, Arkhan's reputation among the nobles soared to a new peak.

Henceforth, the King of Ireland announced the immediate annulment of the engagement with Mark.

In truth, he never wanted to create this alliance in the first place, but after hearing about Mark's close ties with the legendary Chosen King of Camelot, he reluctantly agreed.

Now, with this turn of events, he had no reservations and promptly cut ties with Mark as soon as possible.

Upon hearing the news, Tristan rushed to Ireland and proposed Iseult.

The King of Ireland had always been pleased with Tristan, especially after learning that he had successfully passed the Chosen King's trial and joined the legendary knight order of Camelot.

Overjoyed, the King of Ireland readily agreed to Tristan's request to marry his daughter.

Thus, the tragic Tristan finally found his own happiness.

"With this, he should be able to play some cheerful tunes from now on, right?" Arkhan waved the invitation in his hand and gazed at Tristan and Iseult's names on it with a faint smile.

"True love prevails. It is indeed something to be happy about." Morgan strolled over, snatching the invitation from her brother's hand. "But what about you, Arkhan?"

He was the Chosen King who killed a god, breached the realm of the god, and even faced the Ultimate One of the Moon without changing his expression, but now, he showed a rare hint of panic with his eyes wandering.

"Well... I don't think it has anything to do with me, right, my dear sister?"

"Arkhan, you're eighteen now. It's time to consider marriage." Morgan said earnestly.

Arkhan rubbed his forehead in frustration. This wasn't the first time she had brought up this topic. In fact, Ferguson had subtly hinted at it several times as well, but he chose to ignore it.

Indeed, by the standards of this world, men should marry and have children by the age of thirteen or fourteen. Delaying it until eighteen made him an anomaly, and being a king without leaving an heir was becoming questionable.

"But, Bis Sis, I haven't found a woman I like. Whom should I marry?" Arkhan helplessly spread his hands.

"Who said you have to find a woman you like before getting married?" Morgan gave him a strange look. "Feelings can be developed slowly. Look at our father, Uther. He got married without even seeing my mother beforehand, and yet they lived happily ever after."

Arkhan sighed, realizing that the mindset of modern and ancient people was indeed incomprehensible.

"In any case, I really haven't thought about this kind of thing right now—Vortigern is still fine and dandy, and ready to restore the Age of Gods. At least I have to deal with him first, right?" Arkhan shrugged.

"Exactly because of that, you need a wife even more." Morgan looked at Arkhan seriously. "Arkhan, you're not just yourself; you're also the King of Camelot, bearing the hopes of millions of people of Camelot. Even if you're not thinking about heirs right now, at least you should get married, right?"

Arkhan fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Okay, I understand. What's your plan?"

Morgan revealed a beautiful smile.

"I know you wouldn't want to marry a stranger, so I'm not planning a grand bride selection event for you. Let's keep it simple."

*Clap!*

Morgan clapped her hands, and the door suddenly opened as several figures entered.

"Thrud, Yulina, Lily, Nidhogg..." Looking at the uneasy faces of the women before him, Arkhan blinked in confusion. "What the hell...?"

"Pick your future queen from among them, my dear brother." Morgan said with a smile.

"Queen? You mean them?!" Arkhan's eyes widened instantly as he asked with a shocked tone.

"Of course, these are the women you're closest to, at least more familiar than strangers, right? This way, you won't have to worry about getting along in the future." Morgan explained.

"Fine with the others, but can you explain why Lily is here?" Arkhan pointed at Artoria.

Artoria blushed, playing with her fingers, and remained silent.

"What's so strange about it? Marrying one's sisters is not a rare thing. If you want, I can marry you too." Morgan said matter-of-factly calmly.

Arkhan was petrified.

Only then did he remember that in ancient Europe, especially among nobility and royalty, marrying close relatives was quite common because they were unaware of the dangers of incest. The nobles of this era strongly supported pure bloodline theory, emphasizing political alliances through close kinship marriages to strengthen their lineage and improve the succession sequence.

To maintain the purity of their bloodline, they usually chose nobles of similar status as marriage partners, and royalty was a typical example.

Anyone with a little knowledge of European royal politics knew that chaotic marriages within European royalty were extremely common and often described as a tangled mess.

This situation extended to ancient Europe, with ancient Egypt being a prime example. For instance, Ramesses II was actually the son of his father and aunt. He, in turn, married three of his own daughters.

Arkhan knew that with his current influence, it was nearly impossible to immediately negate this tradition that had persisted for thousands of years. He might even be suspected of having ulterior motives.

At least until he defeated Vortigern and consolidated all power into the central government, this matter was not possible.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples tiredly, and glanced at the women before him.

Thrud and Yulina were clearly well-prepared. The former wore a short skirt, revealing long and fair legs, while the latter wore a low-cut dress, showcasing her deep cleavage and flaunting her best features.

Artoria wore the same blue dress she wore at Morgan's banquet. Due to not being influenced by the power of Caliburn, her body had developed normally. Though not as pronounced as Yulina's, she had grown significantly and become closer to her 'Lancer' version.

Nidhogg maintained her original appearance, with long black hair, essentially unchanged but perfectly fitting Arkhan's aesthetic.

As the top mage in Britain and Camelot's princess, Morgan exuded the mature, intellectual, mysterious, and noble charm of a lady—highly attractive.

Who should he choose?