Camelot, Inside and Out

The enemy soldiers on the ramparts were naturally reduced to ash, while the soldiers behind him were struck dumb with terror.

People always feel more fear than reverence toward unknown power.

Everyone's expression was filled with shock and dread.

Agravain, having donned the standard-issue plate armor of the Knights, looked at Anno with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The one-armed knight Bedivere and the former wall guard Bors looked on with burning eyes.

Only two people did not show expressions of surprise: Lancelot and Kay.

They had been injured during the initial subjugation of a Phantasmal Species, and Lancelot had nearly lost his life; in his fury, Anno had somehow unleashed this move, nearly blasting that Phantasmal Species into smithereens.

After his trembling hand tried two or three times, he finally managed to sheath the Chalk Holy Sword, and Anno took a deep breath: "Attack."

With that, he vaulted onto his horse, watching as the knights and infantry filed through the breach blasted open by the beam of light.

Only two or three men remained by his side.

Lancelot rode up to Anno's side and asked nervously, "Father, your hand."

Anno waved his hand, signaling Lancelot to say no more.

Lancelot had no choice but to nod and charge into the city along with the rest of the Knights.

Anno sighed; he truly could not think of a way to breach a city with a mere three thousand five hundred men, especially with such a shortage of equipment, so he had been forced to resort to this desperate measure.

But power comes with a price.

His hand, especially his left arm, likely had fractured bones again.

The last time he faced a Phantasmal Species, his left arm had snapped clean off after using this move, and it was Merlin who had helped reattach it.

With a long sigh, Anno's hands trembled slightly, and enduring the pain of the bone fractures, he rode his horse toward the city.

He hoped the supplies in this city would delay the depletion of his army's resources.

Marching and fighting wars truly consumed too much money!

Inside Camelot.

Merlin and a group of officials were discussing matters.

An elder official who knew King Arthur's gender cryptically brought up the subject of King Arthur's marriage.

The King was female, a fact that needed to be concealed, and the best way to do so was for the King to take a woman as his wife.

Arthur, sitting on the throne, looked blank.

She said sternly, "This is a council meeting. As for trivial matters like my marriage, I shall decide them personally; there is no need to trouble you all."

She thought of Anno, who was currently leading troops in battle, and felt a restless itch in her heart.

I want to lead troops into battle myself, too.

Instead of sitting on this uncomfortable throne, discussing noble scandals with a bunch of old men.

With a long sigh, Arthur gently stroked her sword—the Sword of Promised Victory, which could be considered inherited from her biological father.

On the other side, inside a castle outside the city of Camelot.

A noble socialite, appearing as a young girl and wearing a black veil, was tinkering with something in a room.

Morgan le Fay Pendragon was not only the eldest princess of Britain and the princess consort of another small kingdom (having already returned to her maiden home), but she was also a brilliant mage and another expert in the mysteries of this era.

She held a great deal of resentment toward that King Arthur in the Camelot Royal Court; not only had he stolen her throne, but he hadn't visited her even once since his coronation.

"Agravain alone might not be enough to subvert this Britain that does not belong to me," Morgan le Fay's eyes were filled with twisted jealousy, "Gawain and the others... I do not want them to come into contact with such dark plans of mine, so... my new child, I leave it to you."

Before her was a massive sphere of water, inside of which was something resembling an embryo.