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Upon hearing Morgan Le Fay's words, the doubt in Scathach's eyes did not completely disappear, but the uneasy premonition that had just risen in her heart quietly receded a little. In terms of magic perception, this woman was indeed stronger than her, and Morgan Le Fay had been by her disciple's side for the better part of a year, so it wasn't strange for her to be more sensitive to her disciple's magic.
However... Scathach stared at the calm smile on Morgan Le Fay's face. For some reason, she couldn't help but feel annoyed when she saw that smile; it seemed to be full of mockery. Asher glanced left and right. Seeing that Scathach seemed to be deep in thought, he quickly spoke, trying to divert her attention:
"By the way, Shishou, what's the difference between the spear I just threw and your magic spear?"
Scathach's red eyes observed Asher for a few moments.
Although her disciple's face still held some panic, he probably thought the previous magic spear had injured Morgan Le Fay, which was why his unease hadn't completely dissipated yet. After all, no matter how perverse she might be, this woman beside him wouldn't do anything to an adolescent boy.
On the contrary, if she wanted to do anything, Morgan could have done it years ago; there was no need to drag it out until now.
Thinking of this, Scathach calmed down considerably and nodded gently:
"There's a big difference... and it's also very different from Cu Chulainn's Gae Bolg. This wasn't taught by me; it's something you inherently possess." Scathach paused here and then glanced at Morgan Le Fay, "And it seems this woman knows something?"
"Yes, of course." Morgan Le Fay smiled, "I did get a little information... Do you want to know?" Scathach frowned slightly and didn't speak.
To say she didn't want to know was impossible. Ever since she took Asher in, she had been curious about his origins. Such immense magic and the talent he displayed during training were nothing like an ordinary person. And now this goddess of death said she knew something.
Whether to satisfy her curiosity or to better understand her disciple from this information to help him become stronger, she wanted to know the answer no matter what.
"Then beg me," Morgan smiled seductively. A hint of coldness flashed in Scathach's eyes. Asher's eyelids twitched slightly when he saw this, and he quickly stepped between Morgan and Scathach,
"Never mind, never mind. Sister Morgan doesn't know much either.
There's no need to specially inquire, is there?" Scathach glanced at Asher, then averted her gaze. To provoke Morgan and attack her at this moment would be too undignified, as if her emotions could be easily manipulated by Morgan Le Fay.
Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Scathach's mind gradually calmed down.
She merely said lightly, "You're right. It was just a guess based on seeing your attack. To be so eager to show off to others just because of that, should I call it childishness or ignorance?" Morgan Le Fay's smile receded somewhat.
Shishou isn't usually such a sharp-tongued person, so why is her verbal aggression so strong today?! Asher bitterly complained in his heart and could only say with a smile again:
"Training is almost over. Why don't we go back and have breakfast first?"
Artoria nodded silently. Morgan also understood Asher's meaning. She gave him a big eye-roll but didn't act out again, instead silently agreeing with Asher's words.
Given that she was currently in the lead, she wouldn't bother with this woman, Scathach.
Moreover... compared to doing such meaningless things with this woman, there were more important matters that needed her attention now. Asher watched as the others successively left the training ground, his taut nerves quietly relaxing. Why did it feel more tiring than yesterday's extra training with Shishou?
It was quite relaxed when he was with any one of them individually, but once these two met, it was as if a chemical reaction occurred. The kind that explodes.
Asher thought with a helpless sigh as he left the training ground. Ultimately, it was his own lack of strength.
Otherwise, in a situation like today, if he just gave a reprimand, he believed Shishou and Sister Morgan would obediently quiet down.
Therefore, improving his strength was the most important thing! After leaving the training ground, Asher watched the others eat breakfast with trepidation.
Seeing that no more disputes arose, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He really hoped to get through these two days peacefully... Asher thought to himself, looking at Scathach and Morgan Le Fay. As long as the knighting ceremony was over, the situation should completely stabilize.
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Meanwhile, under Asher's previous orders, a piece of news was rapidly spreading outwards. In just one morning, it had reached every corner of Camelot Castle, quickly becoming common knowledge.
"King Arthur will hold a knighting ceremony in the royal city in two days!" When this news spread, all the negative rumors from the previous whispers were suddenly dispersed quite a bit.
After all, daring to hold a knighting ceremony at such a time was proof of many things. King Arthur had a clear conscience, which was why he dared to hold the knighting ceremony!
This news also reassured many of the previously panicked commoners, and many were shouting King Arthur's name.
And in these two days, kings of various tribes began to enter the city with their troops. This was not a demonstration, but rather their troops gifted to King Arthur, signifying their intention not to cause trouble during the unrest, but to choose to take a stand at this time. No one would be so foolish as to believe that King Arthur was a White Dragon, a great enemy colluding with foreign tribes.
Such rumors would be completely shattered today this was the thought in everyone's mind. King Boars, father of one of the Knights of the Round Table, Bors, arrived. This King, clad in armor, looked formidable.
As he entered the royal city, the commoners whispered among themselves, not speaking ill, but discussing the impressive past achievements of this tall and powerful man. And not long after King Boars arrived, King Marco rode a griffin into the royal city. Subsequently, King Percival and other kings, at King Arthur's invitation, entered the royal city one after another, preparing to witness this grand knighting ceremony.
"Are you ready?" Morgan Le Fay looked at the young man sitting in the room, adjusting his breathing.
Asher was constantly taking deep breaths. None of the kings present were easy targets; they were all powerful warlords guarding their own territories, far surpassing him in experience and battle prowess. He was just an ordinary person, and maintaining composure in front of the kings required a strong heart.
But fortunately, he had been tempered by Scathach in the past, and it wasn't as if he hadn't experienced similar situations before. The arrival of the tribal chiefs had also put considerable pressure on him, but he had managed to get through it safely in the end. After taking several deep breaths, Asher's mood slowly calmed down, and he nodded gently,
"Sister Morgan, I'll go meet those kings first."
Morgan Le Fay's face showed satisfaction, "That's more like the man I like. Just a few kings, that's all. You are King Arthur of Britain. There's no need to be afraid at all. Be bold!"
"I understand." Asher nodded gently and walked out of the room. Golden, dazzling light poured down, and the golden crown refracted dazzling light in the sunlight.
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The seating of the kings was handled by Bedivere and others, which was also King Arthur's way of showing respect to the kings. The seating area was chosen on the top floor of the palace. Here, the commoners could see the kings above by simply looking up, while King Arthur sat on the central throne, with several kings seated on his left and right. The kings conversed among themselves or observed King Arthur, with whom they had spoken for a while earlier.
Without saying much praise, they at least believed that at King Arthur's age, they could not have been as calm as he was. Being able to become King Arthur was indeed not due to luck, but genuinely due to some ability! Until everyone was seated, Asher stood up from the throne. At that instant, a burst of cheers erupted from below the palace.
This was their respect for King Arthur. Many people had been skeptical of that rumor, and even doubted King Arthur himself. However, holding a knighting ceremony at such a time without issuing denials was enough to make many people deeply doubt that rumor. It wasn't that King Arthur didn't deny it because he felt guilty, but because he disdained it! He showed contempt for the rumors spread by the foreign tribes!
The so-called rumors would be completely shattered in this sacred knighting ceremony!
Knights in armor stood guard at the entrance, with Sustained Knights patrolling nearby. This was specifically prepared by Morgan Le Fay just in case. If anything unforeseen happened, the Sustained Knights would be one of the reliable forces. Asher surveyed the kings in front of him, stepped forward, and looked at the commoners gathered below the palace. In his hand, he held a speech prepared day and night by several clerical staff.
"More than ten years ago, Vortigern, the treacherous king, rebelled, and our country was once in turmoil. The people were in dire straits, and greedy foreign tribes sought to claim our country for themselves. They committed all sorts of evil deeds, and many frontline warriors were brutally slaughtered in order to resist their attacks."
Asher's voice, with Morgan Le Fay's assistance, spread throughout Camelot.
The magic-infused voice, coupled with the nostalgic tone, made the commoners present lower their heads. Even among the kings seated on both sides, some showed expressions of reminiscence. That was indeed a past that no one wished to recall, still causing shivers to run down their bodies when remembered even now.
The White Dragon Vortigern, the truly treacherous king, his name was a nightmare for almost everyone. The kings at that time had no choice but to fight, for if Britain fell under Vortigern's control, they would only be left to await their deaths. For this, the kings present at the time paid a considerable price to barely stabilize the situation. But even so, the scales of victory had once tilted towards Vortigern's side. If Vortigern had not mysteriously disappeared on the night he defeated Britain, there probably would be no so-called kings now.
"But it is precisely because of the efforts of our predecessors that Britain exists today." Asher gazed into the distance, as if remembering old friends, "The late king laid the foundation for our victory before his passing. The kings present here have also guarded their homelands, and are undeniably heroes!"
"And today, Britain is gradually growing stronger, with frequent reports of victorious retreats by foreign tribes. Vortigern has also mysteriously disappeared, and the territory recapture war has already begun. This will be an important cornerstone for Britain's future development!"
Asher looked around as he finished speaking, but found that the commoners below the palace had all lowered their heads, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat somber.
Why did so many good news reports cause the commoners to lower their heads instead? Asher didn't understand, but the kings behind him already understood what was happening. The reason people's bodies were trembling slightly was solely due to the name Asher mentioned. Vortigern.
According to the news spread by the foreign tribes, Vortigern had not died. He had not appeared yet, but that didn't mean he wouldn't return. People's hearts were already filled with an innate fear of that treacherous king. Even if King Arthur's speech was impassioned, thinking of a potentially returning Vortigern in the future still inevitably caused unease.
"The pressure brought by Vortigern is still too great," King Boars shook his head and whispered. It could only be said that the young King Arthur underestimated Vortigern's standing in people's hearts. When that king ruled the foreign tribes, a vast shadow seemed to envelop the entire country. No one heard Vortigern's name without fear.
"Is King Arthur still too young and impetuous to understand the horrors of Vortigern?" another king murmured. Even he still felt somewhat traumatized when he heard Vortigern's name now, let alone ordinary commoners.
"After all, he is King Arthur, so high-spirited~" King Marco smiled, a hint of mockery in his eyes as he looked at Asher. He was Tristan's uncle and once had the chance to become King Arthur, but because of the so-called "he who pulls the sword shall be king," he had no opportunity to contend for the throne, only able to watch this young man pull out the Caliburn and become King Arthur.
Now, seeing King Arthur in a predicament, he naturally felt schadenfreude. "This is a bit troublesome..." Morgan frowned, looking at the young man standing in front of the commoners. If he continued to read from the speech now, it would inevitably cause some people to lose faith in King Arthur. Without the ability to control the situation, how could he lead a country? Furthermore, there were still kings watching him.
But the best way now was probably just to continue reading from the speech, pretending not to notice the low morale of the commoners below, and just let the knighting ceremony proceed normally.
After all, their original goal was just to shatter the rumors spread by the foreign tribes. Although doing so now might seem like avoiding the issue, it was the best method at present. "What are you looking at, bowing your heads?" But at this moment, Asher's voice suddenly rang out.
"Answer me, what do you see when you bow your heads?!" Everyone was stunned. The fear that had just risen from their hearts had dissipated slightly with Asher's words.
"Look up!"
King Arthur's voice resonated in their hearts. The commoners, at Asher's words, all looked up at the man standing on the top floor of the palace. Although his appearance was somewhat young, his dark eyes seemed to burn with a fiery glow.
Morgan Le Fay stared blankly at the young man in front of her, her eyes subtly changing. Scathach, seated on the right, also watched Asher. After showing surprise, her red eyes soon revealed a hint of satisfaction. Not faltering at a time like this, it seems he has truly grown quite a bit. In the commoners' somewhat bewildered gazes, Asher's voice rang out again:
"More than ten years ago, Britain was in turmoil. The former king was defeated, and most of our territory was occupied."
"Our warriors fought valiantly on the front lines, using their last drop of blood to defend their homeland. It is because of their sacrifice that we are here today."
"The sacrifices of our predecessors have become the foundation of our victory. Today is different from the past; Britain has already grown strong. We shall certainly reclaim our own territories, and those lost lands will eventually be returned. No matter what schemes or rumors the enemy spreads, I will lead the Knights of the Round Table to shatter these conspiracies."
"...Even if Vortigern returns, I will repel him!" Asher's voice was resolute, and the shadows in people's hearts were enveloped by sunlight. Their gazes shifted from bewilderment to a burning intensity. Asher's expression remained unchanged. He looked around, and countless eyes fell upon him.
His body was trembling slightly, not from nervousness, but because in those burning gazes, he felt the blood in his veins ignite with fervent heat. He clenched his fist, crushing the speech in his hand, and forcefully threw it towards the sunlight in front of him. Boom! Magic erupted in an instant, and the crumpled paper scattered like fireworks, like countless snowflakes in the sunlight.
"May Great Britain endure forever!"
People looked up at the scattered pieces of paper, and after a brief silence, a burst of enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd.
"King Arthur!"
"King Arthur!"
"King Arthur!"
The sound lingered, until Asher raised his hand, and the cheers below gradually quieted. Looking at the countless gazes below, Asher calmly said:
"Now, let the knighting ceremony begin."
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