Early the next morning, bad news came from the royal court of Camelot.
Uther Pendragon, the knight king who ruled Britain for thirty years, passed away.
Before King Uther died, he inserted his sword into the knight's cemetery and declared that the person who pulled out the sword was the new king of Britain.
After King Uther was buried, the court magician announced that he was leaving the Royal Court of Camelot to search for the new king of Britain. Also disappearing with him was the lord of the British Chalk Knights, Count Anno.
Before he left Camelot, he disbanded the White Knights, a knightly order that had made great achievements in battle for Britain.
Together, these news detonated the entire Camelot.
Anno took Lancelot and Merlin on the way to Sir Ector's home.
They knew who the next king of Britain would be, and claimed that the search was just a cover to escape.
After the death of King Uther, Camelot was left without a leader. If the two of them controlled the situation with their current identities, they would only become the target of public criticism.
Although Annuo is strong and holds real power, he really doesn't want to get involved in the muddy waters of politics. Wouldn't it be nice to take care of the children at home every day? Being an honest military minister is the best thing for Annuo.
Good choice.
Artoria's abilities are still a little lacking right now, so he wants to take the three children on a quick trip with Merlin to exercise their abilities.
Kai is the oldest of the three and the most outgoing.
Lancelot is a boy who is easily shy. Although he is not weak in strength, he still seems too irritable many times.
Artoria still has many unfinished lessons, and Merlin will teach her for another year.
"Are you really not going to try that sword? As the king said, you have the qualifications to become the King of Britain." Merlin always had a smile on his lips.
"Yes, father." Lancelot also agreed.
"Shut up, Lancelot." Anno gave Lancelot a stern look, then turned to look at Merlin helplessly, "Becoming the King of Britain is not my destiny, Merlin, I'd better not say this again.
Already."
Lancelot scratched the back of his head and coughed awkwardly.
"Okay." Merlin didn't care at all and just smiled.
Castle of Camelot.
The former princess, Morgan Le Fay, came to the Knights Cemetery.
She looked at the golden sword of victory stuck in the meteorite iron, her face as gloomy as a pool of stagnant water.
But she still stepped forward and held the hilt of the sword with her slender fingers wrapped in black gloves.
With a little force, the sword doesn't move at all.
I tried my best, but the sword remained motionless.
Morgan Le Fey gritted his teeth bitterly, snorted coldly, and left the Knights Cemetery.
It seems that my good father never intended to pass the throne to him.
The people observing in secret saw Morgan le Fey failing to draw his sword and ran to tell each other.
They have never dared to draw their swords because they were afraid of Princess Morgan le Fey.
But now that she has failed, with the help of King Uther's words, they pull it out, and they are the kings of Britain.
The already greedy heart suddenly became more unbridled.
For a time, the Knight Cemetery was overcrowded.
The tombs of our ancestors were flattened and trampled on.
Many knights tried to pull out the Sword of the King's Choice, but none of them succeeded.
Chapter completed!