Arthur Pendragon

After listening to Morgan's introduction, many nobles had a strange glint in their eyes. In their circle, hardly anyone would engage in meaningless activities. Every word and action they took often had deeper implications.

Morgan came across as quite domineering right from the start, clearly intending to exert pressure.

So, what was her purpose in doing so?

Many people turned their attention to the black-haired man in silver armor. He stood with his hands behind his back, sporting a carefree demeanor.

Artoria stared at Morgan for a while and then turned to her teacher with a hurried whisper, "Your Majesty, isn't that—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a finger suddenly pressed against her lips.

"Any concerns can wait until after the banquet." Arkhan interrupted her with a smile.

Artoria blinked, nodded, and fell silent.

Morgan stood on the second-floor balcony, observing the stances of the guests. Her gaze lingered on Arkhan for a moment before inconspicuously shifting elsewhere.

"I'm sure many of you are wondering why I've suddenly organized this banquet." Morgan began. "The purpose of this banquet is quite simple. I want to introduce someone to all of you, but I believe you're not entirely unfamiliar with him."

"Three months ago, on the day of the king selection ceremony, this man pulled the sword from the stone, fulfilling the prophecy of the Great Mage Merlin and becoming the Chosen King."

"A month ago, he single-handedly defeated the beast tide full of phantasmal species in Lucanmont, saving thousands of lives. Following that, he led three hundred knights to conquer Ganna, securing a resounding victory for Camelot after fifteen years."

"Now, in front of all the people of Camelot, he has pledged to rid the North, repel the invaders, and bury that Vile White Dragon once and for all within three years!"

"Now, let us welcome the Chosen King of Camelot, the Fated Ruler of Britain, Arthur!"

*BAM!* *BAM!* *BAM!*

Drumrolls echoed, and several spotlights converged on Arkhan. After a brief silence, everyone broke into spontaneous applause.

*Clap!* *Clap!* *Clap!* *Clap!* *Clap!*

"What is the Princess's intention in all of this?" Mark furrowed his brows.

Tristan stood quietly on the sidelines, saying nothing.

Hugenberg's face was drenched in cold sweat. For some reason, he had a rather ominous feeling about the unfolding events.

"So, Arthur, may I ask you to join me by my side?" Morgan smiled gently.

Arkhan nodded with a smile.

"I'll be right back." He whispered to Artoria beside him.

Artoria nodded slightly and watched as her teacher ascended the staircase in a daze.

As they gazed at the new king's retreating figure, many nobles found their expressions growing rather peculiar. The turn of events didn't seem to match their expectations at all.

"Isn't this all a bit too much of a spectacle?" Arkhan stood beside Morgan and whispered.

"How else can we keep this lot in check?" Morgan retorted with a snort.

He shook his head in resignation but couldn't help feeling a warm surge deep within. He looked at the crowd below and smiled.

"Greetings, everyone. As you know, I am Arthur."

*Clap!* *Clap!* *Clap!*

Applause erupted once more, resounding through the room.

"Additionally, there's one more thing I need to tell everyone..." Morgan's gaze swept across the faces of the people gathered. "Actually, before today's banquet, I had already met Arthur and even spent a considerable amount of time with him."

""What?!""

The entire room erupted in astonishment!

Arthur and Morgan had already been in contact before this event?!

Why had such an important piece of news never reached their ears?!

Many nobles furrowed their brows, carefully recalling the information they had gathered in recent times, and suddenly, they noticed a small detail.

When the new king left Tintagel, he had only been accompanied by three people, aside from Merlin, there were Ector's son, Kay, and his foster daughter, Artoria.

But when they arrived at Lucanmont, there was suddenly another mysterious woman by his side named Guinevere.

Could it be...

"Guinevere... is Morgan...?" Artoria whispered to herself with wide eyes.

"Here, I have something very important to announce to everyone..." Morgan surveyed the audience. "Arthur is actually my biological younger brother!"

""!!!""

If hearing about Morgan's contact with Arthur had been somewhat surprising earlier, at this moment, her words hit like a heavyweight bombshell, leaving everyone utterly stunned!

"If you recall, there was a rumor circulating in the court some time ago."

Morgan's tone remained unruffled.

"The rumor told that our father had another child unknown to the world. Before his passing, he entrusted the child to Merlin, instructing him to nurture the child well, and when the child came of age, to have the child return to claim the throne. Now, I can tell you that this rumor is indeed true. Our father did have another child, and that child stands beside me right now!"

""What?!""

Another thunderous revelation shook the crowd. Nobody had expected that a fifteen-year-old rumor would turn out to be true!

The nobles who had been circling around Arkhan were first struck dumb by this news and then broke into joyful smiles.

If the new king was indeed King Uther's son, he could rightfully ascend to the throne, and combined with the considerable prestige he had built up over this period, not even Ferguson could make a reasonable argument to prevent it!

'So, this is the 'surprise' Teacher mentioned before...' Artoria shook her head and smiled bitterly.

The remaining nobles who were neutral and just watching all this time immediately decided to join the new king's side.

As for the nobles who had once dispatched assassins to kill the new king, they now felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water in the middle of a blizzard, their bodies growing cold, and shivers running through them.

In a corner, Hugenberg's legs trembled, his entire body shaking like a sieve, his face turned as pale as paper, the sweat on his back soaking through a large section of his clothes.

'It can't be! He couldn't possibly be King Uther's son. His eyes, his hair color, he doesn't resemble King Uther at all!'

But Hugenberg knew that even if he voiced this, very few would believe him.

What was he, a mere earl, in comparison to the personal confirmation given by the princess herself?

'That rotten bitch Morgan must be having an affair with that pretty boy!' Hugenberg gritted his teeth secretly. 'No, I have to immediately discuss this with Hubert. Our only hope now lies with that old man, Ferguson.'

Watching the reactions of the crowd, Morgan nodded in satisfaction, and she reached for the red wine brought by a nearby servant, raising it high.

"My brother, Arthur Pendragon, carries the noble royal blood of Camelot in his veins. From the moment he was born, he was fated to be the King of Camelot. His courage, his wisdom, his strength—all testify that he is fully capable of shouldering the weight of the crown."

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us raise our glasses in celebration of the birth of our new king!"