Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Merlin raised his eyebrows and said, "If you let the Angus go to the beach, aren't you afraid that they will jump into the sea and escape?"

The Angusans of this era basically all had the ability to swim long distances on the sea. They were not the weaklings that appeared after the Age of Gods disappeared in later generations.

"Arthur, you have grown up too!" Merlin revealed his true face, walked to Altria's side, stretched out his white hand, and wiped the dust off Altria's cheek.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Merlin raised his butt and sat on the table in front of Altria, and asked: "I am confused, how did Kelar do it?"

Whether the Ansa people run away or not is no big deal. If Kelar can defeat them once, he can naturally defeat them the second time. What Merlin is wondering now is how Kelar defeated so many Ansa people?

"Merlin? You're here?" Altria greeted him with a serious face. When she heard Merlin's question, she cheered and said like a little girl, "I did it with Kai!"

Liu Chan: Uncle Zilong and I have been in and out seven times!

It can't be said that it's wrong. Artoria carried the flag for Kelar and followed Kelar on horseback. Although she didn't do anything, it can be said that the two of them did it together.

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After understanding the whole story, Merlin was shocked: "Just the two of you... No, just Kelar himself? Where are the Maple Ridge troops?"

"Kai said, 'Killing is unlucky'. He doesn't like killing in any form, so everyone must obey his will. Of course, the army cannot be dispatched."

Artoria's eyes were full of admiration. As the red dragon symbolizing the Celts, even though Kelar had taught her by example for more than a decade, Artoria still had the Celtic habit of admiring the strong, but she was not so cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Is killing unlucky..." Merlin muttered softly, "Is this guy really a Celtic?"

"It seems like a cotton ball has really popped out of the gutter," Merlin thought to himself. "Oh no! I have to go and tell that reckless man Hector to restrain the army so as to avoid a head-on conflict with Kelar."

It's easy to imagine that Hector was getting very anxious. He led more than 10,000 fully armed Celtic knights, and when he saw these more than 70,000 Ansars who had laid down their weapons...

Oh open!

"That boy, doesn't he look normal?"

While Artoria and Merlin, the "master and disciple", were reminiscing about the past, Kelar had also returned to the castle to reminisce with his teacher.

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"You're back? Why didn't you stay outside for a while longer and enjoy the fanatical worship of the Ansa people?"

"From now on, among the Ansa people, even the humble king Vortigern will not be as prestigious as you, Kelar."

Morgan crossed his arms and watched Kelar take off his armor and hang the edgeless decorative sword, which was still as bright as new after breaking 70,000 blades, back on the wall. He couldn't help but say, "From today on, your sword will also be a holy sword that resounds throughout Britain and even the whole world."

Morgan did not help Kelar, but she watched Kelar's entire feat of subduing the Ansa people alone in the castle.

"It doesn't matter." Kelar responded calmly, without even looking at the legendary sword, he just said: "Whatever weapon I use, it is the holy sword."

"It's just a decorative sword made by the village blacksmith. Only in my hands, Kelar, can it become an invincible holy sword."

"Kai, you have created a miracle. From today on, you have created an era of your own."

Morgan said with a little emotion: "Before you, there has never been a hero who can be so self-reliant. The reason why they are powerful is because they have received the gift of powerful magic weapons. It can even be said that the weapons made them heroes."

"And today, Kai, you did not use any legendary divine weapons made by gods or stars. You transformed an ordinary decorative sword into a holy sword that is not inferior to any mythical weapon."

Morgan said seriously, "Kai, you have finished your apprenticeship and have surpassed me."

Exceeding…?

Kelar frowned and said, "Teacher Morgan, I am now proficient in the most powerful magic, which is the spiritual connection and the commandment magic extended by Geis. Can this be considered a master?"

"You don't want to teach me because it's too much trouble, do you?"

"...I didn't say I wanted to take you in as my disciple!" Morgan stretched out a snow-white finger, tapped Kelar's forehead unhappily, and said, "Besides, isn't it enough to master a major category of magic?"

"Merlin, the old nightmare, is only good at illusion and sleep walking. But that doesn't stop her from becoming the greatest wizard in Britain."

Morgan knows a little bit of all kinds of magic, but she is most proficient in Life Alchemy. She can steadily create first-class heroes with her skills, which is also the best in Britain.

The humble king Futigeng was very envious of his niece's skills and had always wanted to cooperate with Morgan to add some heroic units to his side.

But who knew that Morgan said proudly that he hated his father and sister the most, but in fact he gave all the first-class Heroic Spirits he had selected to Altria, and got nothing from Vortigern.

"I really mean it, Kai. You no longer need my guidance."

Morgan stared at Kelar with his dark blue eyes for a long while, as if he wanted to imprint this sun-like man into his mind.

"Okay, Morgan, I understand." Kelar nodded and said, "Even though I have become a disciple, I still respect you."

"Morgan, do you want to see Lily?"

"Didn't we meet yesterday?" Morgan crossed his arms and said with a half-smile, "You know what I'm thinking. You keep urging us to meet. Are you trying to repair our relationship?"

"Yes."

Kelar nodded decisively. He would avoid this kind of question in the past, but now he would no longer avoid it.

I want you sisters to mend your relationship. Not to say shaking hands and making peace, but at least to stop fighting and killing each other... So, I said it out loud.

Kelar didn't want to be an enemy of Morgan, even though she was no match for him.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 35: The Vow is Hard to Keep, the Saint's Promise is in Vain

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Morgan was also silenced by Kelar's bold response. Kelar was very slick before, and he looked like he wanted all the benefits. He had never expressed his attitude so clearly as he did now.

Morgan couldn't help laughing and said, "How dare you say that? Aren't you afraid that I will make trouble? Even King Uther didn't dare to persuade me to submit to that little girl Altria, and you actually said that?"

“It’s not about surrender, but about coexistence.”

"Morgan, give up. Fairies cannot defeat humans. Although the original owner of the British Isles was indeed a fairy, humans are now in de facto control of the island."

Kelar sighed, "Let's not talk about the friendship between Lily and me. Just based on my human identity, it is impossible for me to help a fairy king. This is not only the position of a subject, but also the position of a human being."

"The Age of Gods has ended, and so has the Age of Fairies. In Europe, when the Son of God passed away, the divine authority in heaven was handed over to humans. It's time for the fairies in Britain to learn to let go."

"I see... Kai, thank you for being so honest."

Unlike what Kelar had imagined, Morgan did not get angry. She was silent for a moment and then said, "In that case, I will not get involved in the disputes between you humans."

"I have to go back to Avalon. See you again if we are lucky, Kelar."

"See you again if we're destined to, Morgan. See you again if we're destined to, Witch Sister."

Kaila paused, took down the edgeless sword hanging on the wall, and handed it to Morgan: "This is the holy sword that bears witness to the merits of Wu Kaila's teachings. It is called the "Sword of Truth", symbolizing the absolute correctness of Wu Kaila's truth."

"Since you fairies all have the habit of collecting treasures, I will give you this sword before you leave, so that our meeting and acquaintance will not be in vain."

After Kelar finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel a little desolate. He knew that this might be a real farewell.

What Morgan said sounded nice, but in fact it was equivalent to returning to the pure fairy identity, like the nine fairy queens of Avalon, staying on the other side of Avalon and never setting foot in the mortal world again.

Morgan took over Kelar's sword. The bladeless sword, which was blessed with a large amount of legendary power, had already begun to transform into a treasure. Morgan couldn't help but exclaimed: "It is really a genuine holy sword, not inferior to the Star Holy Sword made by the fairies."

"When you come to Avalon next time, I will give you the Holy Sword of the Stars... but that sword may not belong to you."

The Sword of Promised Victory is the holy sword that must belong to King Arthur. Anyone can hold and keep it for him, but there is only one owner of this sword.

Morgan left. The person who helped Kelar the most finally left.

This is the position. Everyone has their own position. If Morgan gives up her position so easily, she is no longer Morgan.

Kelar has been trying to repair the relationship between Morgan and Altria, but life is full of disappointments and there are always unfinished business, so all he can do is try his best.

On the other side, in the witch's cabin in Maple Ridge, Morgan's figure suddenly appeared here. She was holding the Sword of Truth given to her by Kelar in her arms. She took a deep breath and took out a piece of paper with a slight tremor.

It was a page hastily torn from a book, the product of Morgan's accidental prophecy in Kelar's study.

Morgan's prophecy is called the Law of Surprise. It is completely unpredictable when and how it will be activated, but it will bring Morgan more or less, good or bad predictions.

The prophecy Morgan received was only a very short sentence.

【It is difficult to make a vow, and the saints make empty promises. 】

To be honest, Morgan rarely gets such clear predictions. Most of the time, the predictions he gets are like those from the Riddler, and he needs to guess to know whether they are good or bad.

In other words, the clearer the prediction, the higher the accuracy and the greater the probability of occurrence.

"Kai, you will betray your promise to me, right?" Morgan held the holy sword in his arms, shook his head stubbornly and said, "I don't believe it. This prophecy must be false."

"Kay, I won't let it happen."

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After Morgan left, Kelar sat for a while, then he pulled himself together again. He still had a lot to do.

The sound of ten thousand knights galloping on their horses resounded throughout the earth; even though Kelar was sitting in the castle, he could still hear the thunder-like sound.

He walked out of the castle and thought that the people from the royal capital came so quickly. Could it be that they rushed here without stopping as soon as they received the news?

This is normal. The future king is in Maple Ridge. If Kelar goes crazy, others will not go crazy with him. If Kelar is defeated and rescued back to the royal capital, he will definitely be in trouble. After all, concealing military intelligence is a serious crime.

But now it’s a different matter. In the face of Kelar’s ​​inhuman achievements, all faults seem insignificant.

Of course, ten thousand knights would not charge in so recklessly. Seeing that the people of Maple Ridge were living and working in peace and contentment, with the Ansa doing their jobs, Sir Hector subconsciously felt that something was wrong. But before he could give the order, Merlin had explained everything to him.

Finally, Merlin added, "Hector, I think you should not be so reckless. At least give Kelar some face in front of outsiders."

Merlin was sweating profusely. She couldn't just say that if she killed all the Ansa people she saw, Kelar would definitely teach her a lesson, right?

"What? What did you say?" Sir Hector's face turned red and his neck became thick. He was extremely excited and agitated. He shouted at the top of his lungs, so loud that he wanted everyone to hear: "My son, Kelar..."

"He defeated all 70,000 Angsa people by himself!!!"

"Kai...I...you...Merlin..."

Hector was so shocked and excited that he danced with joy for a long time, but he still couldn't organize his words. His deputy, another duke who supported King Uther, said, "Master Merlin, you didn't lie to us, did you? Is this really true?"

"Even that despicable white dragon that devours light and shadows can only defeat ten thousand enemies alone..."

The deputy couldn't help but question, "Although our Celtic warriors are generally stronger than those bastards, it's still too far-fetched to think that one person can subdue 70,000 people."

"Why isn't it true?"

Hector was unhappy with this. "My son, how can you not defeat 70,000 Ansas? Isn't King Vortigern a Celt? We Celts have always produced warriors. My son is destined to be a hero recorded in epics!"

Hector asked boastfully, "Master Merlin, please give me some more details. I still don't know what happened here."

"..." Merlin spread his hands and said, "Don't ask me. The battle was over when I came. Artoria arranged the prisoners in an orderly manner."

Seeing the Ansa people doing their jobs, Hector's joy was slightly reduced. He frowned and muttered quietly: "Why keep so many Ansa bastards? Even if we don't kill them all, at least kill half of them!"

Hector knew Kelar well, and he knew at a glance that there was no death here, which was definitely an order from Kelar.

However, even though he knew of Kelar's great power, Hector still did not approve of Kelar's benevolent policy of not killing him.

Sometimes, parents are as stubborn as a bull.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 36 I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd will lay down his life for his sheep.

When Kelar came out, Hector subconsciously wanted to quarrel with him, but he held back.

After all, there are so many people here, and it would be embarrassing to leave his son speechless.

In the past, you could threaten to use force, but now if you use force...

Emmm, Kelar, who can subdue 70,000 people alone, has become the British Martial God. My old arms and legs are not enough to do anything, right?

Don't let anyone take advantage of you to take revenge on you. It's never a good look to be beaten black and blue by your own son.

But to be honest, the number of times Hector beat Kelar was so few that it could be counted on one hand. After all, he didn't want to make an enemy of his own son, and there were many cases of fathers and sons killing each other among the Celtic barbarians.

After discovering that beating Kelar was not enough to change his mind, Hector stopped hitting people in order to prevent incidents of father-son estrangement.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to step in under such circumstances. The Ansas under King Benedict and the Celts under King Uther have accumulated deep hatred for each other after so many years of bloody battles. Who doesn't have a relative who died at the hands of the Ansas?

For example, his deputy, a grand duke with an entire county as his fiefdom, a territory larger than that of the Duke of Kent, but he is very young and is of the same generation as Kelar.

The main reason was that his father died in the war with the Ansa. In this turbulent Britain, even great nobles often died in battle. This was also in line with the Celtic's perception that nobles had the responsibility to defend their land.

A lord who abandons his territory and flees is not worthy of being a member of the nobility. The family's fiefdom will be taken back and given to the noble who has made great contributions in recovering the territory.

But if the lord died fighting to defend his territory, the territory would be passed down to his descendants, and Uther, as king, had the responsibility to help the loyal nobles regain their territory.

"Sir Kelar, please forgive my rudeness, but I have some doubts in my heart."

The Duke was very polite. Facing such an existence with unrivaled military power in Britain, even the most unruly Celts would maintain the highest respect.

Kelar nodded calmly and said, "Although I have guessed that what you said may not be pleasant to hear, I still allow you to speak. Remember, this is your honor."