My Mother, King Arthur

No, that's not enough. Even an A+ ranked anti-city Noble Phantasm couldn't break through. Even with the Magic of Arthur Frost Dragon, it wasn't sufficient.

"Give that to me."

"Have you thought this through? If you use it here, your future plans will be ruined."

Despite saying that, Morgan le Fay still produced the phantasmal Holy Grail made of pure Magic and handed it to Arthur.

—Strength, strength is growing, growing rapidly. In an instant, Arthur is capable of launching a near-divine attack!

"Don't worry."

The frost-blue light in his eyes almost overflowed, and Arthur was filled with Magic—

"I still have a backup plan."

With those words, the frost-blue energy cannon once again blasted towards the Holy Grail in Galahad's hand.

The energy cannon broke through the barrier and reached Galahad—

"Your Highness—!"

However, Galahad refused.

"I'm truly sorry."

Their eyes met, and Arthur understood his meaning.

He could certainly be saved now, but he didn't want to be.

"Rather than that..."

"At least Your Highness can gain power."

Under Galahad's guidance, the Holy Grail's power flowed into Arthur's body through the breach Arthur had created.

Instantly, Magic far stronger than the phantasmal Holy Grail Morgan had given him surged into Arthur's body. This time, however, it wasn't a simple influx and filling; it was a transformation—transforming Arthur's body, and more importantly, transforming Arthur's soul.

"Lord Galahad!!"

At the same moment, Galahad's body began to disappear at an accelerated rate.

Amidst Arthur's cries, he offered Arthur a gentle smile:

"It's not the best ending," he said to Arthur.

"But it's not bad either, Your Highness."

The disappearance reached below his neck:

"I have indeed helped Your Highness obtain the 'Strength' capable of changing the world."

"Please use it wisely."

"Goodbye, Your Highness. May you be happy, and I will always be loyal to you..."

With those words, Galahad finally vanished. Golden light, along with the Holy Grail, soared higher and higher, eventually disappearing behind the gates of heaven.

All the strange phenomena vanished. Everything returned to normal. There were no problems, no issues, only that Galahad was no longer there.

"..."

At that moment, Artorius Pendragon felt sadness.

It was the intense, uncontrollable pain and sorrow of a close friend leaving him. Even comforting himself with the thought that "he's just gone to the Throne of Heroes, and in a thousand years or so, a certain eggplant will reappear" couldn't alleviate even a fraction of the pain and sorrow in his heart.

"Lord Galahad..."

Watching the Prince kneel on the ground, lost in silence, the Knights of the Round Table, both those who were there before and those who arrived later, fell silent.

Finally, Arthur's Father King, Artoria Pendragon, stepped forward:

"Arthur..."

She placed a hand on Arthur's shoulder, wanting to say something to comfort him.

"Lord Galahad, he..."

"He made a choice with his own will to save the world."

Before Artoria could carefully choose her words, Arthur spoke, saying:

"I don't have time to grieve, Father King. I must continue my great undertaking."

He stood up, looked seriously at Artoria, and then said:

"Please grant me the throne of Britannia."

Author's Notes:

The junior who took Kaworu's script has temporarily exited. His dying words: The cry of justice ignited Arthur's sense of justice (Save the world!). The Evil Dragon Prince received a super buff. History has opened a new chapter.

3000 characters

Arthur has embarked on a new chapter. History has been reformed.

Chapter 80: The Prince Will Eventually Be Crowned (Seventh Update)

"Your Highness, what are you saying?!"

"What in the world is going on?!"

"Even if Lord Galahad sacrificed himself, then—"

Hearing Arthur say such things, the Knights of the Round Table around him began to murmur amongst themselves. Almost everyone was confused about what had happened.

Some who were quicker to react seemed to have grasped some of it, but not entirely. Others who were slower were completely bewildered.

Although they had previously thought very, very highly of Prince Artorius Pendragon, to ascend the throne under these circumstances, or even to actively request his Father King to abdicate... it felt so much like that infamous Filial Son from Lordaeron.

This left many perplexed.

And yet, that wasn't the most perplexing part.

What was most surprising and confusing was that after hearing Arthur say such things, King Arthur, who was facing him, didn't immediately scold him with, "You unfilial child, what are you saying?!" or "Are you plotting treason?!"

If she had truly reacted that way, then at least a third of the people present would have unhesitatingly obeyed King Arthur and initiated a Battle of Camlann.

Instead, she merely looked at her most beloved son with a gaze of slight surprise. That look was definitely not disappointment, nor any negative emotion. It even carried a hint of relief.

"Arthur, you..."

"In my long life, the more I pursued desire, the less satisfied I became." Artorius Pendragon looked earnestly at his Father King, then reached out and took her slender hands:

"A moment ago, Lord Galahad enlightened me, Father King. He made me realize that there are limits to being an ambitious man."

"So, Arthur, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"—I'm no longer an ambitious man, Father King! Starting today, I am the Savior!"

"..."

Hearing Arthur say this, and looking at Arthur's eyes, Artoria confirmed that what he said was true. Arthur was not deceiving her, nor was it a fleeting impulse, or being influenced by some chaotic aura.

He had reached the most correct conclusion through his own contemplation. That was to become the Savior of Camelot, Britannia, the Celts, Gaul, the Germans, Rome, Europe, and everyone.

In that sense, Arthur was still an ambitious man. It was just that he had transformed his greatest ambition from material desires, lust, and any other dark desires, into the bright and sacred act of "saving the world."

He no longer avoided his responsibilities, was no longer lost, worried, or dissatisfied.

Having confirmed all this, Artoria shed tears, her heart filled with emotion, like an old father watching his son grow up.

"I understand."

While the Knights of the Round Table around them were in an uproar:

"You have always been a better, more suitable king than I. My child." she said, reaching out and gently stroking Arthur's cheek.

After that, Arthur slowly let out a breath, then knelt on one knee before Artoria.

"We should return, and have the Archbishop of Canterbury crown you." Looking at Arthur's demeanor, Artoria couldn't help but say.

"However, I would prefer to receive the crown from my beloved Father King."

Due to a series of events, Arthur held no good feelings towards the Church. So he said to Artoria.

"..."

"Yes, I understand."

Artoria Pendragon nodded, then removed the golden crown from her head.

"I give this to you, along with Britannia."

She said to Artorius.

As she spoke these words, the murmurs of the surrounding Knights of the Round Table grew louder. Those who were not Knights of the Round Table pondered their own thoughts.

The cannon fodder, who had been casually rounded up, could be disregarded for now, as could the local people who had gathered out of curiosity due to the gathering of light and troops.

What was truly worth noting were the officers stationed here by the Romans, and a few spies belonging to the Kingdom of Burgundy. They were all surprised, curious, and apprehensive.

It was likely that in a short while, this significant political event would spread among the nations.

Next were Merlin and Morgan le Fay.

The former smiled, maintaining his usual airy, annoying demeanor.

But if one looked closely and carefully, they could see a hint of "human" gentleness in his eyes.

It was just unclear whether this human gentleness was an imitation instinct or genuinely possessed. Perhaps even Merlin himself didn't know.

Morgan le Fay's expression, however, was extremely excited, even joyful.

It was a joy that could be seen through at a glance, as easily decipherable as a child's, which would surprise anyone who knew Morgan le Fay's true nature.

She was actually happy about Arthur's coronation.

She valued the royal power of Britannia so highly, considering it her own.

Yet now she was handing over power so readily, and smiling so happily?

Anyone who noticed this would feel a chill... if they were able to notice.

Because everyone, like Morgan le Fay, was focusing all their attention on the father and son, Artorius and Artoria.

They watched as the Knight King, as the father, placed her crown upon Arthur's head:

"You will inherit all my power in Britannia. This includes the Knights of the Round Table, all the treasures in my vault, the noble warhorses in the royal stables, and whatever else befits a king."

After saying this, Artorius Pendragon slowly stood up. This time, it was Artoria's turn to kneel before her beloved son and pledge her loyalty.

Witnessing this scene, the Knights of the Round Table, who held absolute loyalty in their hearts for Artoria, couldn't help but shed tears:

"Why is Your Majesty abdicating? Won't all our efforts until now be meaningless?"

"No."

It was Bedivere who spoke: "This is a succession! The Pendragon family has completed a succession here!"

At this moment, the sky had brightened considerably. Golden sunlight streamed through the clouds, shining directly on Arthur, casting a golden hue over the former prince, now the new king.

Seeing this, the knights began to pay their respects. They made the sign of the cross over their chests and then knelt on one knee before Artorius Pendragon.

Gaheris, Gawain, Lancelot, Lammorok, Bedivere, Tristan... Knight after knight, possessing great strength and unwavering conviction, knelt on one knee before Arthur. They welcomed their new monarch, the master of their souls.

"Please rise, Prince Artorius," Arthur said calmly, extending his hand to help Artoria up. From this day forward, she would no longer be King Arthur, but Prince Artorius.

"Please rise as well, my Lords of the Round Table," Arthur announced loudly to the knights. As they slowly stood up, looking at him with expectant yet uneasy eyes, Arthur drew his sword.

"From this day forward, I am the King of Britannia! Knights of the Round Table, let us save this world together and open the door to a new era!"

Fervent cheers then resounded through the heavens.

Author's Notes:

This is the seventh update today. I've run out of stored drafts, damn it!