Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Therefore, the nobles formulated three principles, and all those who drew the sword must abide by these three principles:

First, it must be the knight!

Second, he must be a noble!

Third, it must not be a civilian!

Knights represent the correctness of force, and nobles represent political correctness. Although King Uther said that all Celts could have a try, commoners were not qualified to participate in the selection of the king.

At this time, Kelar and Altria arrived at Camelot slowly.

Logically speaking, Maple Ridge is less than a hundred kilometers away from Camelot. Even lords from farther away have come to Camelot, so Kelar and the other two should be even faster.

But Kelar was distracted by more important matters. Artoria could have come by herself, but she insisted on going with Kelar, so it was delayed until today.

Anyway, the throne is destined by heaven, and no one is more suitable for the position of King of Camelot than the Red Dragon of Britain, so it doesn't matter if it remains vacant for a few days.

Just as the two were about to enter the city gate, Merlin, it was Merlin again, this nightmare demon with a very evil taste and despise for the world appeared in front of them again.

With a bang, Merlin appeared in front of Kelar and Altria like a trick box. She looked at Altria and said, "Arthur, have you made up your mind?"

"Are you sure? To take on... such a future?"

As fate would have it, as prophesied, Merlin used his A-level illusion to pour the prophesied future, which was almost a fantasy, into Altria's mind: "After you pull out that sword, you will no longer be a woman. You must not be involved in worldly desires..."

"You will become the king. You will bear the weight of the crown on behalf of all the people of Britain. You will no longer be Altria, no longer a mere knight's squire. You will be the king. You are the eternal king who will command Camelot and complete the great feat of victory in the twelve great battles, Arthur Pendragon!"

"Even so, are you still going to draw your sword?"

"Yes, I insist on doing so."

There was no hesitation in Altria's eyes. She said, "Master Merlin, I will accept your prophecy."

-

Merlin's prophecy seemed to be an inspiration, and Altria couldn't help but think of her birthday, which was also the last time she saw King Uther.

King Uther did not show the so-called fatherly love. Even in Artoria's memory, his face and image had gradually become blurred. All she could hear were his questions that seemed to be questioning her soul.

"Arthur, is the king lonely?"

"Arthur, do you trust him with all your heart?"

"Arthur, do you love him more than yourself?"

"no!"

"Yes!"

"……Yes."

"Then you are wrong, Arthur. Power alienates people. It is definitely not operated by human will. When the time comes to make the right choice, even if it will be so painful that you wish you could die the next moment, you must make the right choice."

"Because you will be the king of Britain, carrying the expectations of all Celtic people, you must not make the wrong choice."

"..."

"Yusser, I don't believe it. I don't believe there is such a future. Kai and I have a highly unified will. Such a thing will never, ever happen."

"When you ascend the supreme throne, everyone will kneel before you, and all the people's expectations will rest on your shoulders. Perhaps, then you will grow into a true king."

"Lily, maybe Kelar is right. He let you enjoy the childhood that a girl deserves. He raised you so well..."

"This is meaningless speech, King Uther. How can you know the friendship between me and Kai?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 61 Today, I am the King of Britain

"As Kelar said, the prerequisite for loving others is to love yourself."

King Uther did not say his last regretful words. He just looked at Altria and shook his head: "Little girl, can you tell the difference between admiration and love?"

But King Uther did not say it, because he knew that Arthur would never waver.

However, even a king who commands thousands or tens of thousands of people cannot see through matters of the heart. His time is running out, so he can only choose to trust in the wisdom of future generations.

-

Back to the present, having broken free from the fate instilled by Merlin, Artoria's eyes became more determined. This was her enlightenment in Longchang.

"But I don't believe it's destined to be this way. I, Altria, will create a new history standing here."

Altria wore gorgeous women's clothing and did not try to hide her female identity at all: "Even if I pull out the sword in the stone, I am still myself, and I am still Altria Pendragon!"

"The crown of Camelot is only used to highlight the charm of me, Altria Pendragon. It is not everything to me, and it cannot control my life!"

"If anyone disobeys me, the queen, then come and give it a try! I, Altria, definitely have the ability to pacify Britain!"

"..." Merlin was speechless. She finally looked at Kelar and said, "You taught Arthur well, but please forgive me for still maintaining my old stubborn attitude."

"Arthur, you must know that fate cannot be violated..."

"When you are at your most brilliant and shining, betrayal will follow you like a shadow."

Merlin is the top figure in Camelot, and her arrival represents a weather vane of public opinion. All the nobles who have not left gathered at the city gate in the shortest time, like sharks that smelled blood, and surrounded the Sword in the Stone, waiting for the situation to change.

They have a premonition that a new king will be born today!

After saying what was in her heart, Artoria ignored Merlin's slander. She held her head high and walked towards the Sword in the Stone with confidence.

Britain and Camelot are just tiny countries. Artoria never takes the disputes on the British Isles seriously. Her sights have been set on Europe. Her long-cherished wish now is to counterattack Europe and be crowned as King Arthur in Rome.

The Sword in the Stone looked as if it were made of ordinary iron. The entire sword was tightly embedded in a piece of stone that had merged with the earth, with only the bare hilt exposed.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, Artoria stretched out her slender white hand and grasped the hilt of the Excalibur.

With just a little effort, he pulled the sword, which no one could pull out, out of the solid rock.

"Today, I shall be the King of Britain!"

-

"Congratulations, King of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon, the king who commands all of Celtic land."

Merlin did not leave. She stood aside and promptly gave her blessing and the prophecy hidden in her evil smile: "Al... No, King Arthur, you have created a new history, and you have also created a new branch of destiny."

"But I am still stubborn. I stubbornly believe that your fate as king will definitely not have a good ending."

Merlin smiled and asked, "King Arthur, will you invite me to be your loyal court wizard, just like your father and grandfather did?"

The moment the sword in the stone was pulled out, Altria's whole body froze. She saw another timeline without Kelar, which seemed to be the final revenge of the fate and history that was about to collapse.

Altria, she saw a fair and selfless knight king who was so perfect that he was not human. She fought in vain with twelve epic victories, expelled all the people outside the island, and declared the independence of the Kingdom of Britain.

But she was also stubborn and wanted God to stay at this moment forever, and stay forever in this most beautiful moment.

However, the direction of the world's great source will not change because of the king's painstaking efforts.

She is perfect and selfless, without any selfish desires in her heart. Because she cannot give the queen true love in the world, she watches her 'queen' having a tryst with her knights, because she will stand from the queen's perspective, not her own, and consider the love-deprived woman.

She only has the kingdom in her heart, but in the end, because of Cui Bei...Stan's words "The king does not understand the human heart", the knights fell apart, and half of the knights followed Lancelot and ran away.

She... watched clearly and in pain as she led the kingdom that she regarded as her life into the abyss of destruction.

"Kai, is this my ending?" Altria held the Sword in the Stone and murmured to herself, "Is this the ending I should have in the timeline without you?"

"Yes, Merlin is right. I have created new history."

Altria smiled: "I think, no matter what, it can't be worse than this, right?"

The Sword in the Stone may seem ordinary, but in fact it has become a treasure. After Altria drew the sword, it developed her physical potential and solidified time to the age of 15.

The petite and even cute king, wearing gorgeous and exquisite women's clothing, announced "I am the King of Britain". This contrasting scene naturally caused discomfort to many Celtic lords, and even fierce opposition.

Originally, a large number of lords thought that the "Sword of the King Chosen" was a bit of a joke, but they did not say it out loud due to the high pressure from Hector and Lancelot.

Now, this childish sword of king selection has indeed chosen a Celtic king who is a joke.

A petite girl, a little girl who is still childish and not even an adult yet...

"This is ridiculous!" A middle-aged man wearing knight armor suddenly stood out from the crowd. Veins popped out of his head and he said angrily, "Merlin! Hector! What do you think of the throne of Camelot?"

"The Sword of the King-Choice... the so-called Sword in the Stone, is this the king chosen?"

The knight faced the gazes of Merlin, Lancelot, Hector and even Kelar, and said fearlessly and stubbornly: "Putting the weight of the kingship on a little girl, where is your responsibility as a Celtic warrior?"

"If the humble king Futigeng attacks, who will lead us to victory?"

Lancelot frowned and looked at Hector. The meaning in his eyes was very clear: do you want to kill him?

This is how the Celtic warriors were persuaded.

Are you dissatisfied?

You can express your opinions, but I will not allow you to express any opinions.

Merlin dodged to the side with a malicious look. She knew that her part had been played and she had done what she was supposed to do in her destiny. From now on, she was just a spectator responsible for appreciating the show.

A very cultured spectator who watches the game in silence.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 62 Human Evil is Human Love

Hector was just about to wave his hand to let Lancelot knock him out. There was no way to kill Kelar here, but Hector was very good at dealing with Celtic barbarians. He would drag them aside and beat them up so they would be obedient.

But Kelar took a step forward and said softly, "I thought that there was not a single good person among the Celtic barbarians in this city."

"But you have proved to me that my thoughts are nothing more than my own prejudices and that you are an upright knight."

Kelar asked, "You are not dissatisfied with the new king, nor do you have any complaints against King Uther. You just don't want to see a young girl bear the weight of the crown for everyone, right?"

"…You are a wise man, Sir Kelar."

The furious look on the knight's face disappeared. He took off his helmet, lowered his head and said, "The throne of Camelot still needs a truly strong man to take it."

"If you, or that half-goddess, are willing to be king, I will never object."

"The throne is destined by heaven. The prophecy of the Sword of the King is true!" Kelar shook his head and said, "As a subject, how can I presume to question the monarch's ability?"

"You have never seen the new king's magnanimity. Why do you allow your prejudice to run rampant and lead you to such irrational behavior?"

"...I can't refute it." The knight shook his head in shame and said, "Perhaps you are right, Sir Kelar, my prejudice is too deep."

At this time, Altria spoke.

"I know that you all are dissatisfied with the ownership of the throne, but I am the undisputed King of Britain!"

"I will let my achievements speak for themselves. I will let my achievements of defeating the humble king Vortigern and slaying the dragon of disaster that devours light and shadow speak for themselves!"

Flames that seemed to be real burned on Altria's body. This was caused by the high concentration of magic power of the dragon species penetrating through her body and affecting reality.

This scene was not unfamiliar to the Celts, as Vortigern often took this posture on the battlefield.

Under the dragon's resistant skin flows magical power as vast as the ocean, making the dragon immune to more than 90% of conventional attacks.

Altria's golden magic filled the sword, rising into the sky to form a huge beam of light that could be seen even from a long distance. She waved the Sword in the Stone and said, "I am the Red Dragon of Britain!"

"..."

Watching Altria's speech, Kelar smiled with relief and then stepped out of the crowd.

Now almost all the residents of Camelot went to the city gate to watch the birth of the new king. The entire Holy White City seemed empty. Kelar walked towards King Uther's castle, which was the highest place in the royal capital Camelot.

Kelar suddenly felt very painful. His love and possessiveness of life made him subconsciously avoid all behaviors that would cause death.

This is his essence, his inalienable self.

But he must make the right choice. Kelar must admit that Artoria is right. The humble King Vortigern cannot be kept. This son of the Age of Gods, the last remnant of the British Age of Gods, must die!

There can only be one British dragon, and the fate of the white and red dragons dictates that only one can survive.

But he was very sober, watching all this happen soberly, and Kelar finally felt the heart-wrenching pain. Some things cannot be ignored even if you try your best to avoid them.

Not only was Kelar unable to stop the war between the red dragon and the white dragon, he even had to help Artoria launch a war against the Blessed King. With the attitude of sharing the same fate with all the dragons, he wanted to kill all of the Blessed King Vortigern, as well as his army and diehards who refused to surrender.

"It turns out that I love humans so much!"

Kelar shed tears. He was crying for the war that did not happen and for the deaths and injuries that did not happen.

He finally understood a truth: human evil is human love.