Type-Moon, a human love simulator

Chapter 60 Do you love him more than yourself?
Direct, too direct!

Hector didn't know how to beat around the bush when he spoke. He just said what he thought and told the nobles who occupied 70% of the territory of the Kingdom of Camelot frankly that they were not worthy of being king.

It's only because Lancelot is here, otherwise these people would have left in anger...

There is no way. Hector not only has a good brother, he also has a good son. Who dares to really fight with him? If not Hector, you have to consider Kelar's face!

Finally, it is time to see the son respect his father.

Hector first suppressed the nobles with his rough barbarian style, and then said: "I know some of you have reached an agreement with the Romans, but can you use your peanut-sized brains to think about the pros and cons?"

"Romans, can you believe it?"

Hector criticized the whole audience, perfectly explaining what it meant to be an Effeminate Lanwei. He said it straightforwardly: "Are you sure that the cunning and venomous Roman consul only promised one of you?"

"What the Romans wanted to see was not a complete and stable Britain, but fragmented and divided Celtic tribes!"

Hector continued, "Tiberius would like all of you to be king, so that we Celts will kill each other, and then we will have to rely on the power of the Romans, and eventually we will have to submit to Rome again!"

"It was only through continuous struggles by our predecessors that we were able to break free from the Romans' contempt for us, and make those self-proclaimed, civilized and arrogant Romans take us, the Celtic king, seriously!"

"You, do you want to kneel at the feet of the Romans again?"

"Since we have to submit to others anyway, why should we submit to Rome?"

"Why don't you pledge allegiance to our Celtic king?" Hector yelled at the top of his voice, "We are Celtic warriors who regard honor as our life. We are 'barbarians' who uphold the glory of the Celts. The Romans will never be able to conquer the Celts!"

"No one can conquer the Celtics!"

The Celts are a nation that seems fragile and easily defeated, but is actually incredibly tough.

Because of their barbaric, bloody, tyrannical and cruel nature, the primitive Celts were often no match for foreign invaders. They were first conquered by the Romans, then invaded by the Ansas, and later by the Vikings...

But even in modern times, the Welsh are incompatible with the English, and Ireland has directly become independent. At that time, more than a thousand years had passed since the Anglo-Saxons completely occupied Britain and defeated the indigenous Celts. The British Empire colonized the world, but could not conquer the small islands next to it.

The army formed by the Irish was even the earliest extreme terrorist organization. The Celts were extremely wild and unruly.

"This is the glory of the Celtic warriors!"

Hector said to everyone with a cold face: "Unless you can pull out the sword in the stone at the city gate, don't even think about becoming the king of Camelot!"

"If you think the support of the Romans has ignited your ambitions, then come and give it a try!"

"but……"

Hector finally said: "My son Kelar, he will wipe out everything!"

All the words had been said. Although Hector's words were direct and unpleasant to the ear, they were the truth after all. Many nobles immediately came to their senses and secretly decided to draw a line between themselves and the Romans.

But there were still some nobles who were not in their right minds, or fools who had blinded their minds with greed and ambition because of their blind faith in the strength of the Romans.

But, it's harmless.

As Hector said, Kelar will definitely wipe out everything.

The nobles who had not drawn their swords still refused to leave. They tried everything they could, but no one could pull out the Sword in the Stone.

They wanted to know who would fulfill King Uther's prophecy and become the king who would rule Camelot in the future.

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, he must not be a commoner!
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."
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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)