My Mother, King Arthur

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Chapter 74: Your Highness, Please Calm Your Anger, Your Highness

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Meanwhile, in Mainz.

This former capital of the Roman Empire's Upper Germania province was gradually regaining its vitality under Arthur's management.

Gathering refugees, reclaiming land, and building fortresses.

Thanks to convenient transportation and its important geographical location, it rose again and became the administrative center of the "German Military District" controlled by General Artorius.

In Arthur's absence, the person who handled administrative work in his stead, and was also in charge of intelligence, was Artorius's mentor, Agravain the Iron.

Ignoring the time, ignoring the late hour, he was still diligently handling official duties. As he was about to rub his eyes and drink some hot soup to refresh himself, he felt a frost-colored crystal on the side of his office begin to glow.

"At least one hundred 'volunteers' are needed, the location is... Burgundy... this landmark, hmm."

With the fastest speed, he stood up, walked to the crystal, and accepted the message.

"What are you planning to do, Your Highness?"

Due to limited magic, Arthur hadn't fully explained everything to him.

This did not affect Agravain's loyalty, nor did it prevent Agravain from carrying out orders.

In this regard, he was the polar opposite of Merlin. One was extremely reliable, the other extremely unreliable.

Meanwhile.

"Lord Galahad, Lord Merlin, and... Your Highness Arthur?!"

Shortly after Arthur and his party proceeded in the direction of the light, they encountered old acquaintances there.

Bors and Percival, Knights of the Round Table, who had sent a message back to Camelot, were still guarding the area. They had set up a camp.

Inside the camp, besides them, were their servants, a few other Knights of the Round Table who had gathered upon receiving the news, and local guides.

Because of the light emanating from the Holy Grail, they didn't even need a campfire. They had set up a small camp around the Holy Grail.

When they saw Arthur and his group approaching, the Knights of the Round Table were a little nervous. It wasn't until they confirmed it was their colleagues that they breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, it's Lord Galahad who has come to retrieve the Holy Grail."

Sir Bors, who said this, felt a little disappointed. He said to Arthur and his party, "Lord Percival and I, along with our fellow Knights of the Round Table, our attendants, and servants, have all tried. The Holy Grail is as if it's rooted there, and we can't move it at all. So we stayed here, sent someone back to Camelot to report, and then...

Your Highness, forgive my bluntness, were you sent by the King?"

"No," Arthur replied. "However, we do intend to bring the Holy Grail back to Camelot."

Hearing Arthur say this, the Knights of the Round Table exchanged glances. Then they didn't raise any objections—regardless, Artorius was still the Prince of Camelot and the Crown Prince of Britannia, the legitimate heir to the throne. They would have to live under Arthur's rule in the future, even if it wasn't them, it would be their sons, or their sons' sons.

The experienced and worldly Sir Bors remained silent, but the simple Percival spoke up:

"Of course, Your Highness, if you can truly do it, you would be a great help."

"Because it is said that only those with a pure soul can lift the Holy Grail. So, at first, we thought it would be the King who would come."

"..."

Hearing them say this, Arthur's sense of vigilance increased again.

The closer Arthur got to the Holy Grail, the more he could feel the terrifying power contained within it.

It was different from the so-called Holy Grail in the system created by the Three Houses. It was also different from the Holy Grail conjured by a certain Goetia.

The Holy Grail that Artorius faced was the genuine article. It was the true, legendary, terrifying treasure held by the Son of God, containing infinite power.

If one were to measure "Catholicism" based on the premise that "Buddhism's influence spans the universe," then the grade of the genuine Holy Grail might surpass the Counter Force, meaning it would be planet-level. It reached cosmic level, at least galaxy-level, or cluster-level.

"In other words, if this thing is truly the Holy Grail... if I can truly wield this power, then I will have a trump card against the Counter Force, and even..."

Thinking of this, Arthur turned his head and looked at Merlin. Although he didn't speak, his meaning was clear: he wanted Merlin to observe whether this Holy Grail was real or fake.

"..."

"Oh~"

Meeting Arthur's gaze, the Magician of Flowers was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his nose. He put on a shy expression:

"Little Arthur~ Even if you look at Merlin-ge with such burning eyes, Merlin-ge cannot reciprocate your feelings~ Although Little Arthur, you are indeed a top-tier bishonen, but Brother Merlin only likes cute girls~.

Why don't you try Lord Galahad next to you? Although he's not as beautiful as Merlin-gege, Lord Galahad is also quite good~

"..."

When this guy was halfway through his sentence, Arthur had already gripped the hilt of Frost Clarent, almost unable to resist castrating him.

Of course, he ultimately held back.

This was not because Arthur had a good temper or for any other reason. It was simply because Merlin was too strong. He didn't have much confidence in castrating him. Rather than alerting the enemy, it was better to endure hardship. He would get back at him when the opportunity arose.

"I mean, is this really the Holy Grail?"

Arthur asked directly.

"This... Merlin Brother can't say for sure."

"..."

Old man, your Clairvoyance is the most useless!

Arthur continued to beat him up in his mind, but couldn't help but regret it a little. If he had known teaming up with Merlin would be so frustrating, he might as well have gone to Morgan le Fay earlier.

"Then..."

Arthur settled for less: "This Holy Grail, does it indeed contain immense energy?"

"That's true."

"Can a portion of this energy be guided out?" Arthur continued to ask.

"This... this isn't something Merlin Brother is good at~"

Artorius Pendragon: "..."

"Calm down, Your Highness, calm down."

"Just get used to it, get used to it."

"Your Highness, just treat Merlin Your Excellency as a fart and let him go."

Just as Arthur was about to draw his sword again, the Knights of the Round Table, who were prepared, immediately swarmed forward, looking like: "Big Brother, forget it, forget it. Don't stoop to his level," separating Arthur and Merlin.

Seeing how skilled they were at this, it was clear they had plenty of experience and this wasn't the first time.

Presumably, before Arthur, there were more than one or two Knights of the Round Table who wanted to chop him into dumpling filling.

"..."

"Is it really impossible?"

After barely calming down, Arthur looked at Merlin and asked.

"It's really impossible~ How about we change the request? Merlin Brother can take you to pick up girls, I guarantee you'll be satisfied~"

The next second, Arthur drew Frost Clarent again.

Satisfied, my ass.

Does this Prince need you to teach him how to pick up girls?!

Author's Notes:

Buddhism is a cosmic-level force in the Type-Moon universe. Although not explicitly mentioned, Type-Moon's Catholicism is equivalent to Buddhism, so it should also be of cosmic scale.

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Chapter 75: New Allies Needed (Second Update)

Merlin is a piece of trash.

The kind of trash you'd yell at: "You iron trash, your Clairvoyance is the most useless!"

He couldn't lift the Holy Grail—this had been tested with the forced cooperation of Arthur and four Knights of the Round Table.

At the same time, he couldn't extract the power within the Holy Grail—this was part of Arthur's plan.

Furthermore, this useless guy wasn't just useless, he was also a chatterbox, babbling incessantly in front of everyone.

It was only because Arthur had a good temper that he hadn't already sliced him up and sent him to Zelretch to be made into magical ☆ Meli.

Arthur had originally been wondering if he should try to win this guy over and recruit him into his own destiny-usurping endeavor.

But looking at this useless appearance, Arthur began to doubt.

Even if this guy joined his destiny-usurping team, what good would he be?

Or rather, wouldn't this guy end up being counterproductive?

After all, it was that Merlin.

"I'm going back to Camelot."

Thinking this, Arthur took a deep breath, his interest in talking to Merlin fading. He said to those who remained: "Go find other helpers. Keep an eye on Merlin, don't let him mess things up. It's okay to kill him if necessary. This is an order from me as the Crown Prince of Britannia."

After Arthur said this, the Knights of the Round Table nodded one after another, enthusiastically responding and guaranteeing Merlin's death. Only then did he nod with satisfaction.

"Hey, hey, don't talk about Merlin Brother like he's trash," Merlin protested loudly:

"At least I can be a tool to open teleportation gates."

Although he stated this, Arthur still refused. As he snapped his fingers and a teleportation gate to Camelot reopened, Merlin looked at him with some surprise. He confirmed that Arthur's magic ability had improved significantly.

Before, it was a cobbled-together rank B--, now it was B, with a complete system after filling in the basics.

Even if I were to cast Clarent aside and pick up a staff to cosplay as a Magician, there would be no problem.

"This guy has won over new allies."

He mused, "Vivian wouldn't have the ability for this. So... Morgan?" Merlin thought of a wrong option, and a smile of pleasure curved his lips because of it:

"What unique taste. Even I wouldn't dare provoke that kind of woman. Truly, the new generation surpasses the old."

If Arthur were here right now, he would definitely protest what this guy was saying—what he meant was as if Arthur's current scumbag level had surpassed his own, becoming the foremost of Camelot's four great scumbags.

"Yare yare."

After this, Merlin let out a sigh of slight distress:

"Arthur has truly become a terrifying adult."

He commented, "Is this what children are like? If you're not careful for a moment, they grow to a degree you no longer recognize.

For this one, I adopted a laissez-faire approach, and the result is that he's grown into someone completely different from our daughter. Life is truly strange, wouldn't you agree, Uther?"

Calling out his old friend's name, Merlin's face showed a nostalgic expression, another emotion he had imitated from humans.

After a little teasing, Merlin's gaze towards the Holy Grail became anxious.

Even though he always said his Clairvoyance was useless, Clairvoyance was Clairvoyance, and the weakest candidate for a Grand Servant was still a candidate for a Grand Servant.

Merlin understood what the appearance of the Holy Grail meant, second only to Artorius.

So, after Arthur left, his first instinct was to persuade that slender youth to take up the Holy Grail, to fulfill his destiny and prevent something worse from happening.

But then he hesitated: "Perhaps I can see what Arthur does first?"

"Perhaps Arthur has a better way?"

"Let's wait a little longer, perhaps that's not impossible either."