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Chapter 58. The King Unchangeable Choice

[Merlin's words have deeply stirred your mind.]

[The talents "Affinity Knight Aura" and "Chivalry" have been disabled: You are enraged, no longer adhering to any of the protocols a knight must follow.]

[Your sword continuously strikes Merlin.]

[Each strike is aimed directly at his weaknesses, each strike aimed at his heart.]

[Perhaps this is the angriest moment of your life—a Magus, meeting you for the first time, trying to take everything you and Morgan have worked so hard to build!]

[But fate continues to mock you.]

[Your swordsmanship is not ordinary, but there is no way to harm Merlin.]

[It's not that you're missing the mark.]

[It's that after hitting him, the lethal damage that should have followed "vanishes."]

Ian stared at Merlin before him, realizing that this man, though disheveled and seemingly lazy, might be an existence far beyond his understanding.

"You should also understand that these things can't harm me."

Merlin spoke as he slowly stepped back.

The sword lodged in his heart was gradually pulled out, but there was no blood.

"You tried very hard."

"But unfortunately, it's of no value."

"Oh... I can't say it's without value, let me correct my wording—"

Merlin formed a small space between his thumb and forefinger.

"There is still a little value."

"At least you didn't allow Camelot to be completely destroyed."

"....."

Ian heard these words, and his grip on the sword hilt tightened to the point where he could crush it.

However, Merlin paid no attention to this.

He gently dusted off his clothes and smiled lightly.

"Continuing to speak would just be a waste of words."

"Anyway, that's how it is, there will always be people who can't accept it, but nothing will change."

"Excuse me, I'll be on my way."

After finishing his words, Merlin prepared to leave.

And as he passed Ian, the cold, emotionless words of Ian echoed.

"Merlin, there will come a day when I make you regret what you just said."

"Really?"

Merlin didn't turn back, continuing his walk.

"This is the first time someone has said that to me."

[Furthermore, Merlin's Magecraft continued to be activated.]

[Though you and Morgan didn't want to admit it, Merlin had already established his roots in Camelot as a court magician.]

[Of course, he only used this title in theory.]

[In reality, he often appeared in the streets and alleys of Camelot.]

[You had ordered your children to closely monitor him and report immediately if anything unusual occurred.]

[But soon, you realized this was ineffective—because in each child's eyes, the information Merlin revealed was completely different.]

[You realized that your children probably couldn't recognize Merlin's Magecraft.]

[You and Morgan wanted to imprison Merlin, but discovered that it was impossible to place any effective constraints on him.]

[He was always able to appear wherever he thought he should be.]

[Waiting for you, it seemed, was simply the path of accepting the king's election.]

On the balcony.

Ian and Morgan stood side by side.

The moonlight cast down, the silver light spilling over them, making everything appear pale.

"Ian."

"Yes, Princess."

"Have we—"

Morgan looked out at the garden, where the flowers were bathed in moonlight, turning them into a sea of milky white.

"Have we tried everything?"

"Princess, not yet." Ian tightly grasped Morgan's hand. "We still have many options left to try."

"But the king's election is inevitable, isn't it?" Morgan asked directly.

"..."

Although Ian didn't want to admit it, he nodded honestly.

He couldn't lie to Morgan.

Time couldn't be turned back.

They couldn't change what King Uther had arranged beforehand.

But this time, Morgan was not like before, when she would have felt disheartened.

What she was about to say seemed like the simplest thing.

"Ian, I still don't want to accept all of this."

"Well then, Princess—" Ian's hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

"We could try another way of thinking."

"The king's selection can't be broken, but the king might not be the same."

"No, don't do that for now."

Morgan gently moved Ian's hand from the hilt of his sword to her waist.

"Let the children try their talents first."

[You and Morgan could not avoid the king's election.]

[Merlin had publicly announced the proof of the Red Dragon to everyone.]

[It was a sword embedded in a stone—whoever could pull the sword from the stone would become the new king of Britannia.]

[The title was truly enticing.]

[The knights were eager, their eyes bright with anticipation.]

[You and Morgan placed your hopes in your children.]

[But the result was not as expected.]

[Gareth was the first knight to try, but the strenge did not give her any advantage, and the sword in the stone did not budge.]

[In her unwilling shout, Agravain also tried.]

[He simply touched the hilt of the sword and immediately pulled his hand back.]

["I can't do it." He said.]

[After comforting Gareth, Gaheris stepped up to the sword.]

[His result was nearly identical to his sister Gareth's.]

[Gawain was the one with the most hope among them—you could sense this from his build.]

[He gave way to the other knights and only attempted to draw the sword as the sun neared the horizon.]

[However, Gawain's result was not promising.]

[Everyone could see that he had tried his best, but the sword in the stone still didn't budge.]

"I'm sorry, Father, I've disappointed you."

"It's okay, Gawain, this is not your fault."

Ian said calmly, but inside, his heart was already turbulent.

Because his children couldn't protect Morgan's wish, he would protect it himself.

He began to devise reasons after assassinating the king.

[Drawing the sword from the stone was much harder than it appeared.]

[The enthusiasm of the knights gradually waned—except for Gawain, who felt he had let everyone down.]

[He still came before the sword at certain times to try again.]

[But this effort never brought any results.]

[The number of knights gathered in front of the sword dwindled, and eventually, only the lonely sword remained embedded in the stone.]

[The king's election seemed to be at an impasse.]

[But you didn't dare to slack off, still keeping watch over all of this day and night.]

[Until one day, a familiar figure appeared in the city.]

[It was Artorius.]